Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert

Capítulo 1448: Chapter 1441: Fake Mythical Late Stage

Boom!

Lu Tianxing’s fist carried a terrifying force, colliding fiercely with the massive hammer. The attack that Lu Tianxing had concentrated instantly shattered upon contact, transforming into True Qi and shooting in all directions. Similarly, the huge hammer showed visible cracks at a speed discernible to the naked eye, and then, like a structure weathered for countless years, it crumbled away with the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Liu Ang’s face turned exceedingly grim at this moment, his expression icy to the extreme. Previously, when Lu Tianxing shattered his True Qi, it might have been because he hadn’t exerted his full strength. But now, even with all his strength, his True Qi was still shattered. Does this not imply that Lu Tianxing’s True Qi is already comparable to his own?

“True Qi that can’t withstand a single blow, Liu Ang, do you still think you have the ability to kill me now?”

After smashing Liu Ang’s hammer formed by True Qi, Lu Tianxing did not rush to attack but instead calmed his somewhat turbulent True Qi, gazing coldly at Liu Ang.

Although Liu Ang was in the Late Stage of Mythical realm, Lu Tianxing was not intimidated in the slightest by him.

Earlier battles with Liu Ang were merely to gauge Liu Ang’s limit of strength or to verify a hypothesis in his mind. Now it seemed he was right; Liu Ang had no real qualifications to have reached the Late Stage of Mythical realm. It must have been through some Secret Technique that he broke through to this stage. However, such a break using Secret Techniques is far inferior to a genuine Late Stage Mythical warrior.

If a martial artist who naturally reaches this stage is like a house with a solid foundation, impervious to wind and rain, then Liu Ang’s foundation is but a castle in the air, unable to withstand any wind and rain. His True Qi being shattered by Lu Tianxing proves Liu Ang’s strength isn’t truly Late Stage Mythical; at best, it’s Fake Mythical Late Stage.

“Whether or not I have the ability, let’s see under the test, Lu Tianxing. I will show you the difference between us,”

Liu Ang looked at Lu Tianxing with a sinister expression, exuding a murderous intent that could not be concealed. It’s only been a few months, and Lu Tianxing’s strength has grown to this level. Even though he reached the Late Stage of Mythical realm through Secret Techniques, his True Qi quality and fighting power couldn’t compare to a true Late Stage Mythical warrior. Yet, Lu Tianxing could withstand his attacks without dying, even shattering his True Qi. How could this be possible? If Lu Tianxing continues to grow at this pace, even if Liu Ang were to escape now, he would eventually meet his end. No matter what, Lu Tianxing must be killed today.

“Die, perish for me, Poison Map.”

In an instant, True Qi surged around Liu Ang, intertwining and weaving in the void into a massive scroll. On this scroll, various poisonous creatures emerged, devouring and fighting each other endlessly. Accompanied by the surging True Qi, one could almost hear the screeches of insect and beast battles, causing a splitting headache.

“Lu Tianxing, I can’t deny your strength is truly astonishing. If you were to truly grow, you’d absolutely become another Lu Tiankuang. But sadly, you are destined not to grow further. Your only fate today is a dead end. In my Poison Map, even if you possess the skills of a master, the result is the same: a dead end. Die for me.”

Liu Ang roared without any hesitation, moving his arm, and the scroll forged by True Qi moved as fast as lightning, like a fish swimming through the void, completely ignoring Lu Tianxing’s True Qi defense, wrapping around him in an instant.

Boom!

Once the scroll enveloped Lu Tianxing, the inky green True Qi surged violently, carrying dreadful force. The floor, paved with bluestone, was corroded at a visible speed into a massive hole, showing how terrifyingly toxic that True Qi was.

“Cousin… Damn it, all of you die for me, get lost!”

Upon seeing this, Lu Haoyue, who was entangled with the Yang Family Martial Artists, suddenly changed his expression and roared furiously. Flames erupted from all his pores, and in an instant, the blaze transformed into a massive fire dragon, roaring and surging in all directions.

This flaming dragon soared into the air, the flames reaching skyward, appearing like a real giant dragon. Especially on the dragon’s body, it emitted terrifying flame fluctuations, enveloping all the martial artists.

The crowd heard a series of shrill screams from nowhere. The martial artists were instantly swallowed by flames, their True Qi catching fire, turning each into a colossal fireball. Like headless flies, they crashed around, plunging into the nearby lake. Immediately, a strong steam burst into the air, but even this couldn’t extinguish the flames, leaving the ground charred black.

Those ghastly, hair-raising screams echoed in the air, chilling to the bone.

Lu Haoyue gasped heavily; using this move was a huge burden for him.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the fatigue in his heart, Lu Haoyue did not hesitate at all. His figure moved like lightning towards Lu Tianxing, with True Qi surging, intending to burn the painting to ashes. Although he was only at the peak of Early-stage Mythical realm, he could see the horror of the painting. The intense True Qi was one thing, but the poison that could corrode even a hole in a bluestone slab was something not many could withstand.

“Boss.”

At this moment, Han Zifeng also noticed this scene and was instantly stricken, wanting to rush to help Lu Tianxing, but he was entangled by two martial artists beside him, unable to break free. He could only shout to the skinny old man who was always protecting him, “Elder Zhang, quickly go and help my boss, hurry, don’t worry about me, they can’t do anything to me, hurry.”

Hearing Han Zifeng’s words, the skinny old man who had been following him nodded. With a movement of his arm, streams of True Qi shot out from him, piercing through several martial artists near Han Zifeng. Then with a flash, without any hesitation, he pounced towards Lu Tianxing, who was enveloped by the Poison Map.

“Brother, go quickly to save Tianxing.”

Seeing Lu Tianxing enveloped by the Poison Map, Mu Qingxue couldn’t help but shout out.

Hearing Mu Qingxue’s words, Mu Qingchuan’s expression changed slightly. His gaze swept over Lu Tianxing, and with a shake of his arm, several gold coins whistled out, carrying a deadly aura towards the martial artist entangling him, and with a flash, he pounced towards Lu Tianxing’s position.

“Hahaha, Lu Chuan, are you still entangled with me? Aren’t you going to check on your third young master? It seems he’s going to die.”

Tang Fengxiao’s True Qi exploded, transforming into sharp blades attacking the nearby Lu Chuan.

Both were at Mythical realm. Although Lu Chuan’s strength was slightly stronger, Tang Fengxiao was from the Tang Family, with endless hidden weapons and poisons, causing a stalemate where neither could overpower the other.

“Hmph, just relying on you petty riffraff won’t be able to do anything to the third young master. Tang Fengxiao, don’t use such petty provocations, they’re useless on me. Daring to cause trouble at the Lu Family, there’s only one end for you today, death.”

Lu Chuan’s expression didn’t change for Tang Fengxiao’s words. Cold energy burst forth from his body, transforming into icy spears that attacked Tang Fengxiao, with both sides continuously entangled.

It wasn’t that Lu Chuan wasn’t concerned about Lu Tianxing’s safety, but there was simply no need. Even Old Sir Lu didn’t react to the scene, so clearly, Lu Tianxing wasn’t in that much danger, otherwise, Old Sir Lu would have exploded in action long ago. He didn’t believe that even though Old Sir Lu was entangled with the three monks and Daoists, he wouldn’t notice what was happening on Lu Tianxing’s side. If even Old Sir Lu wasn’t anxious, what was there for him to be anxious about? Could he possibly care about Lu Tianxing’s safety more than Old Sir Lu?

In another direction, Old Sir Lu was entangled with the three monks and Daoists. The shockwaves of their battle were like a bulldozer, shattering the picturesque Lu Family Mansion.

“Hahaha, Lu Tiankuang, your grandson has already died at Liu Ang’s hands, aren’t you going to save him?”

The corner of the Daoist-robed elder’s eye caught sight of the battle between Liu Ang and Lu Tianxing, and he let out a sinister laugh. The movements in his hands didn’t pause, as the floating dust in his hand carried thunderous power, turning into a large blade that pressed towards Old Sir Lu.

“Hmph, Mu Daoist, you underestimate my grandson Lu Tiankuang too much. Just relying on you petty riffraff won’t be able to do anything to him. You better worry about yourself!”

Old Sir Lu snorted coldly, his eyes unchanged, and his battle blade slashed out layer upon layer, like waves, one after another, with vast power, shattering the incoming force into pieces.

“Mountain Breaking Strike.”

Before Old Sir Lu could retract his blade, a ghastly voice sounded by his ear, and a mighty force fell from the sky. A staff suddenly descended, stirring the air, and smashed towards Old Sir Lu’s head.

“Blood Monk, you still love to ambush, but unfortunately, it’s useless against me. Plus, what I hate most is you bald donkeys who preach about laying down the butcher’s knife to become Buddha, portraying yourselves as saints, while secretly committing all sorts of crimes. It’s truly sinful, today I’ll send you to meet your Buddha.”

Facing this ferocious strike, Old Sir Lu’s expression didn’t change. He clenched his fist and punched towards the falling staff, punch after punch, delivering seven punches in total, causing the air to explode and form a vacuum zone.