"You're not bad, junior. Take this palm strike!"
Seeing his sonic wave attack broken, Pei Xiangyuan no longer held back. He instantly seemed to traverse the distance, appearing before Ning Beichen and striking with his palm.
A crackling sound emanated from Pei Xiangyuan's palm. His palm turned red, as if a scorching sun were hidden within it.
"Blazing Sun Palm!"
"So it was you who gravely injured my subordinate!"
The moment Ning Beichen saw the elder's reddened palm, he immediately recalled the palm prints on his subordinates.
He had previously believed the one who injured his subordinates had used a hard skill like Iron Sand Palm.
However, Ning Beichen couldn't quite comprehend it.
Logically speaking, even if Iron Sand Palm had injured his subordinates, it wouldn't have caused such severe internal injuries. Now, seeing the elder's crimson palm, he understood everything.
"Indeed. I didn't expect you to recognize my Blazing Sun Palm. Kneel and surrender, and I might spare your life!" Pei Xiangyuan said to Ning Beichen.
"Old cur, you are not qualified or capable of making me kneel!"
Ning Beichen took half a step back, his five fingers clenching into a fist. A chilling aura emanated from his fist as he hurled it towards Pei Xiangyuan's Blazing Sun Palm.
With a bang!
Ning Beichen felt a surge of flames enter his arm from his fist, like a burning sensation.
He saw the sleeve of his clothes make crackling sounds. From his wrist to his shoulder, the sleeve turned to shreds, revealing Ning Beichen's muscular arm.
Ning Beichen grunted, retreated two steps, and loosened his fingers. His arm was slightly red.
However, Pei Xiangyuan was not much better. A needle-like chill permeated his arm from his palm. Visibly, his arm was covered in a layer of frost.
"You... what kind of fist technique is this? It actually broke my Blazing Sun Palm." Pei Xiangyuan asked in disbelief.
"Dog Beating Fist." Ning Beichen flicked his arm, and a puff of heat dispersed from his fingertips. He replied with annoyance.
This Pei Xiangyuan was indeed not weak. If he hadn't advanced to Grandmaster cultivation, he would have been injured in that clash. One truly couldn't underestimate the people of the world.
"Nonsense. Since you refuse to speak, I'll beat it out of you."
Pei Xiangyuan flicked his arm. The frost on his arm fell to the ground. His figure flickered, and he once again struck Ning Beichen with his palm.
A crimson glow appeared, like a red crescent moon, slicing towards Ning Beichen's neck.
"Transforming palm into a blade, projecting inner energy outward. This Pei Xiangyuan truly has some skill."
Ning Beichen was not panicked, nor did he meet the attack head-on. Instead, he stepped to the left, executing a peculiar footwork, and easily dodged Pei Xiangyuan's strike.
Pei Xiangyuan's palm blade landed on a square pillar not far from Ning Beichen.
With a thunderous roar.
A gash, one inch deep and three inches wide, appeared on the square pillar, sending ceramic shards flying.
"Dodge, let's see where you can dodge!"
Pei Xiangyuan let out a cold snort and unleashed three consecutive palm strikes towards Ning Beichen, completely sealing off his escape routes.
Ning Beichen indeed had no way to dodge.
However, he didn't want to use his Grandmaster power so soon. Although this fellow was an enemy, encounters with true experts were rare, and Ning Beichen was itching for a fight. He wanted to exchange a few more blows with him.
If he used his Grandmaster strength, Ning Beichen was confident he could defeat him in one move.
"Dodge? I still need to dodge you? Do you think you're the only one who can project inner energy outwards?"
Ning Beichen swung his arms fiercely, throwing several punches that clashed with Pei Xiangyuan's palm blade.
They began to fight within the grand hall.
The people in the hall scrambled for cover, their heads down. They had never witnessed combat of this level.
Pei Xiangyuan left a crack in the wall with one palm, while Ning Beichen's punch left a massive fist-shaped hole in the wall. They seemed evenly matched, neither able to overcome the other.
However, they were unaware that Pei Xiangyuan was growing increasingly anxious with every passing moment.
He had been renowned for a long time, had practiced martial arts since childhood, and his decades of cultivation were proving ineffective against this young man who could be his son. It was impossible not to feel anxious.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out which sect or school Ning Beichen belonged to.
Because Ning Beichen's martial arts were so diverse, he seemed to know a little of everything in their fight, making it impossible for Pei Xiangyuan to discern his origins.
With two bangs.
Ning Beichen and Pei Xiangyuan each retreated three steps and stood their ground. Ning Beichen was slightly breathless, while Pei Xiangyuan gasped for air.
The battle was not just about the superiority of martial arts but also about the depth of one's cultivation, and more importantly, physical stamina.
"Fists fear the young" was no mere saying. With comparable strength, the younger combatant would ultimately win.
Pei Xiangyuan was already feeling his stamina waning, his hands and feet trembling. His apprehension towards Ning Beichen grew.
However, this also fueled his desire to kill Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen was so young yet possessed such strength. If he were allowed to live, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Boy, do you think you can really stop me?" Pei Xiangyuan gritted his teeth and said to Ning Beichen.
"Then come on. Let's see who dies first."
Ning Beichen felt immensely satisfied after the recent exchange of blows. He hadn't fought so exhilaratingly in a long time.
Ning Beichen's determined stance to fight Pei Xiangyuan to the death made Han Xin extremely flustered.
He had originally expected Pei Xiangyuan to eliminate this brat in mere minutes.
However, the outcome was vastly different. They had been fighting for half an hour, and Pei Xiangyuan had yet to defeat Ning Beichen.
At this moment, Han Xin secretly took out a pistol from his pocket. While the two were talking, he stepped in front of Ning Beichen, pointed the gun at him, and said fiercely,
"Elder Pei, why waste so much time talking to him? Let me kill him."
After speaking, Han Xin unhesitatingly pulled the trigger.
His thought process was the same as Pei Xiangyuan's: such a powerful individual who could contend with Pei Xiangyuan must be eliminated, lest he become an endless source of trouble.
With a bang!
Smoke billowed from the gun barrel, and a bullet flew towards Ning Beichen.
"Young master!"
Pei Xiangyuan tried to intervene, but it was too late.
"The game ends here!"
Ning Beichen no longer wished to continue fighting Pei Xiangyuan. Seeing Han Xin dare to shoot at him, he sent a punch towards him from a distance.
"Young master, be careful!"
Pei Xiangyuan hastily pulled Han Xin back just as Ning Beichen's fist energy arrived.
With a deafening roar.
The bullet Han Xin had fired had already expanded. The fist energy, like a monstrous wave, surged forward and blasted a three-meter-wide fist hole in the wall behind Han Xin.
Seeing the three-meter-wide hole in the wall, Han Xin's legs turned to jelly, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
If Pei Xiangyuan hadn't pulled him back just in time, he would have been pulverized into dust by Ning Beichen's punch.
This...
Was this even human strength?