Chapter 277 – Discussing the Dao at Wuji Three Elders Peak (Seven)

Ye Kuang spoke with composed ease, “Have our hidden friends watched enough? Why not come out for a conversation?”

Yet to Qing Ge’s ears, these words sparked inner astonishment: Not bad, kid. You actually detected them.

Noting the latter’s peculiar gaze, Ye Kuang harbored no suspicion, instead retorting internally: You’re quite the sly one, knowing full well yet staying silent. If I weren’t somewhat capable, wouldn’t I have been toyed with like a puppet?

Catching this, Qing Ge offered an awkward chuckle before reverting to his impenetrable, sanctimonious demeanor.

Just as Ye Kuang prepared to address the matter directly, wild laughter erupted from the shadows.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang instinctively tightened his grip on his sword.

“Hahaha! Truly, seeing surpasses hearing. You must be Ye Kuang, my friend.”

“Ye Kuang?” The name left him momentarily bewildered, and he muttered to himself, “Why do people keep mistaking me for Ye Kuang? Could it be that my real name actually is Ye Kuang…”

“By the sect leader’s decree, I wish to invite you for tea at the Demon Sect. Surely you won’t make this humble monk’s task difficult?” As he spoke, a man clad in black kasaya emerged gradually from the darkness.

Qing Ge narrowed his eyes coldly at the sight. “Hundred Tribes’ Demon-Questioning Buddha, Nu Chen.”

Ye Kuang took the opportunity to scrutinize the newcomer from head to toe.

Though Nu Chen’s appearance was unremarkable, his eyes blazed with fury. An observer unaware of the context might assume the whole world owed him tribute and he had come to collect.

Amused by the thought, Ye Kuang remarked casually, “Who exactly is your sect leader? I’ve never met him, nor have I had any dealings with you. How could I possibly make things difficult?”

“Excellent. Since fortune has brought us together today, this humble monk would like to experience your renowned skills firsthand and see if they truly match the rumors,” Nu Chen replied with a laugh.

Ye Kuang’s face broke into an equally bright smile. “Pfft, is that all? Another fool seeking death. For such individuals, I’ve always been generously accommodating. Please, proceed.”

“Naturally.” As he spoke, Nu Chen’s entire aura transformed completely.

If he had earlier been as immovable as a mountain, he now surged like raging tides—giving the impression of standing before an ocean on the verge of being swallowed by waves.

Feeling the pressure, Ye Kuang roared, “Attack together!”

To his surprise, Qing Ge flatly refused, “Tsk, he came for you, not me. What does your quarrel have to do with me?”

What?!

Ye Kuang had already charged forward. Hearing this, he nearly coughed up blood in frustration.

Nu Chen: “Hahaha…”

Amid his manic laughter, Nu Chen swung his right sleeve violently, from which a streak of black light silently shot forth.

With his arrow already launched, Ye Kuang had no retreat. Channeling all his fury into a single, icy gleam at his sword’s tip, he met the attack head-on.

Screech-BOOM!

The collision between sword tip and black light erupted in a deafening blast.

The black light recoiled upon impact, finally revealing its true form.

It was a blunt, heavy weapon—the Vajra Subduing Pestle!

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang was forced back along his original path, his hand trembling uncontrollably. Clearly, he had suffered a significant hidden loss in that single exchange.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Bringing out this thing—are you looking down on me because I can’t afford gold?””Harm, what’s the big deal? Just snatch it away.”

“Come and try if you dare. I don’t mind if both of you come at me together.”

Upon hearing this, Qing Ge instinctively leaped backward, declaring clearly: “As I stated earlier, this is a grudge between you two. It’s not appropriate for me to interfere.”

Ye Kuang flushed crimson with anger at these words, secretly flipping Qing Ge off with a middle finger.

Unexpectedly, Nu Chen suddenly stepped forward and threw a solid punch at someone.

Reacting to the movement, Ye Kuang shouted fearlessly: “You think I’m afraid of you?”

Subduing Tiger Fist Intent!

Clang!

Who would have thought that mere fleshly fists colliding could produce the sharp ring of metal?

In an instant, Ye Kuang was forced back several steps, his entire arm buzzing violently like the fading echoes of a drum lingering in the air.

His expression immediately shifted, clearly having suffered another hidden loss, just like in their previous encounter.

Qing Ge’s eyes reflected the same realization.

If their earlier clash was due to weapons, this bare-fisted collision was a genuine test of pure strength.

Qing Ge had witnessed Ye Kuang’s physical toughness firsthand – while not completely impervious to blades, he was highly resistant to physical attacks.

But…

Ye Kuang: “Damn, that’s intense… exhilarating! I’ve been lacking a tough training partner, and you… happen to be perfect.”

No sooner had he spoken than his entire body tensed with eager anticipation.

Nu Chen’s eyes flickered with surprise before curling into a smile: “You’re not bad either, able to withstand my Immovable Wisdom King Fist…”

Before finishing, his tone suddenly deepened: “And you happen to be suitable to become another defeat under my fists!”

“Fine… bring it on then.”

“Come at me.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang tapped his foot on a sword’s edge. Silently, the Sword Light shot forth faster than the eye could follow, embedding itself in a tree canopy.

Buzzzzz!

The intense humming hadn’t faded when two thunderous cracks exploded on site.

Both Ye Kuang and Nu Chen had simultaneously struck.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Kuang raised his arms to block a heavy blow, his feet staggering as if struggling to withstand the tremendous force, his stance becoming somewhat unsteady.

Seeing this, Nu Chen laughed heartily, his body spinning like a whirlwind as he launched a twisting attack.

Ye Kuang sprang up on one leg, his stomp shaking the ground as he dropped into a bow stance, his entire body surging forward like armored torrent!

Whoosh-BOOM!

With deafening sharp whistles, both combatants were sent stumbling backward by each other’s force.

In that moment, all sound vanished from Ye Kuang’s mind, replaced only by continuous urgings:

“Faster, even faster, speed! Strength, strength, strength…”

Regardless of how he was being influenced, his current speed and power were steadily rising off the charts.

From a distance, Ye Kuang and Nu Chen appeared completely immersed in the thrill of their mutual assault.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their wild fists fell like rain, interweaving as endless astonishing punch whistles filled the air.

Their exchange of martial techniques had truly become a genuine contest among the younger generation!

Watching Ye Kuang lift his leg for precise, rapid strikes, each move resembled a tiger descending the mountain.

He had reached the realm where the sound of his movement arrived before his invisible legs.But what was astonishing was that Nu Chen resembled an immovable deity—his leg techniques not only kept pace, but once he entered his wrathful demon state, his entire body appeared full of openings, yet in reality, he was like a hunter calmly waiting for prey to come to him.

Ye Kuang swept his leg horizontally toward his opponent’s right arm, unleashing a thunderous roar in the process.

Yet what greeted him was an equally fierce iron-fisted Cannon Blast.

Boom!

The moment Nu Chen’s fierce fist force surged forth, the visual impact was as if the ground beneath his feet had sunk several feet, cracking apart in response.

Ye Kuang: “Aaaah…”

Nu Chen: “Aaaah…”

For a moment, the entire sky above Wuji Mountain quietly echoed with waves of maniacal laughter and roars.

Seeing this, Qing Ge couldn’t help but curse under his breath: These two damn mad dogs!

Clang!

Immediately after, another metallic clash tore through the air, and the situation at hand could be summed up in one phrase:

There is no limit to ferocity—only greater ferocity!

With a furious roar, Ye Kuang shot forward like an arrow. Not only did the ground beneath his feet explode repeatedly, but the sound waves he generated swept away all air resistance in their path.

His wild, disheveled hair danced madly, a sight no less vivid than that of a raving demon.

As for Nu Chen, he stomped forcefully into the earth, then fiercely uprooted a tree and hurled it forward with all his might.

Myriad Tribulations Undying, Earth-Shattering Shock!

Whoosh—Boom!