A Paragon Of Wuhun Chapter 17: Fight With The Warrior Of The Seventh Level Of Houtian Realm

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Chen Feng said coldly: "You are indeed a despicable person good at talking nonsense. If you have the skill, put it into practice. Do you only know verbal tricks?"

"Court death, you little jerk!" The middle-aged man in the blue shirt was satirized so much that he became angry. With a sweep of his waist he took off his girdle. Then he shook his hand and a ten-foot-long black whip appeared in his hand. There were spangles faintly twinkling on the black whip. It must be extraordinary.

"Little jerk, d.a.m.n you!"

  The middle-aged man in blue shouted and then the whip in his hand was like a dragon with strong Spirit Qi and a dragon-shaped cyclone rushed toward Chen Feng.

Chen Feng felt surprised. He judged that the man was absolutely very mighty.

He also roared and there was a wheel-sized golden fingerprint condensed and hit on the dragon cyclone severely.

But the middle-aged man only moved a little bit .

It was obvious that Chen Feng had no advantage.

 "I have had the strength of three thousand and three hundred jin already. With the help of Bright Big Fingerprint, I would be equipped with at least three thousand and five hundred jin. But I'm still unable to defeat him. This man at least has the strength of five thousand jin, the strength of ten tigers. He is definitely the strong warrior of the mid-seventh level of Houtian Realm."

Chen Feng was shocked.

The man opposite him also felt surprised. There was a flash of greed in his eyes: "What kind of martial art are you using, little jerk! It is so aggressive that you should be able to take my hit of the seventh level of Houtian Realm with your strength of the fifth level of Houtian Realm. Hand over the esoterica of martial arts quickly, or I will torture you to death!"

Chen Feng spit out a mouthful of blood. He let out a raspberry and sneered: "Want my esoterica? Take your life to change it!"

 "You don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Let me show you Thirteen Moves of Swing Whip! If you die in my hands, the warrior of the second level for Yellow Grade in terms of martial art, you should feel lucky, for you even do not deserve the honor to die under my whip!"

"No wonder that he is so powerful, it turns out that his martial art should be of indeed the second level of Yellow Grade!" He said to himself.

The man in blue wielded the long whip whose shadows overlapped all together and condensed into a mountain flying toward Chen Feng. Chen Feng did not show weakness. He used Bright Big Fingerprint to break the mountain-shaped shadow of his whip. He took a step back and vomited blood.

"How come you handled my attack! Pick a move again!" The man in blue was slightly shocked.

"Once again! Let's see who can't resist attacks!" Chen Feng was also irritated. He laughed wildly and said.

The man's whip method was constantly performed while Chen Feng used Bright Big Fingerprint to confront him. The whip method was very complex and exquisite, and he was so vigorous far more than Chen Feng that every move was powerful. On the contrary, Chen Feng only used the Bright Big Fingerprint repeatedly. Due to Big fingerprint's nature of roughness, although he vomited blood all the way, he was no longer inferior to him.

The man noticed that although this kind of profound martial art was so mighty as to skip steps to confront him for a period, it cost a lot of energy and certainly would not support his fighting for too long. He looked at Chen Feng coldly and waited for Chen Feng's Spirit Qi to be dried up so that he could easily capture him.

But to his surprise, he fought with Chen Feng for a long time, and the young man showed no sign of exhaustion.

What he did not know was that although Chen Feng only reached the  fifth level of Houtian Realm which was not high, but his Spirit Qi was extremely vigorous and his capability was no less than that of the sixth level of Houtian Realm in terms of the amount of Sprit Qi. In his meridians, the flow of Spirit Qi kept surging, just like the babbling stream in the mountain.

Chen Feng spit a mouthful of blood when he made one move. However, he was more and more brave. He roared and there was madness in his eyes. Obviously, the desire for victory was extremely strong.

He had never fought against such a master. This fierce battle would be of great benefit to his combat experience. Even after a series of practice with the help of Big Bright Fingerprint, he felt that he was getting better at performing this martial art.

The man in blue was more and more frightened. He did not intend to buy time anymore because he felt that the boy was more and more skillful.

How come that warrior of the seventh level of Houtian Realm couldn't defeat the little jerk of the fifth level of Houtian Realm? People would laugh when the news was given out.

"This boy is too wicked. I can't put it off. I will try my best to defeat him! " There was a look of ferocity in his eyes. He cried: "Pythons Coil!"

He agitated the Spirit Qi. The whip in the hand was like a boa; after stretched straight, it turned back from an extremely tricky angle. It formed a ring and finally became a circular cyclone. The cyclone was like a boa which wrapped Chen Feng in the middle and kept rotating.

Every time the cyclone went around, it contracted a little bit tighter. Finally, the cyclone dissipated and the long whip rolled Chen Feng solidly. He roared but it was difficult to escape from the twister.

This was the most powerful move in Thirteen Moves of Swing Whip which was so arbitrary that that the whip could ensnare a man like a boa. It was hard for one to escape, even harder to get rid of the twister.

Looking at Chen Feng who was trapped, the man in blue laughed arrogantly: "How do you feel? Now you should know how skillful I am! Hand over the esotorica of martial arts or my whip will strangle gradually you like a boa. Your bones will be broken, your internal organs will explode, and everything in your body will be squashed into a puddle of rotten flesh. Do you want that?"