MM Racing Chapter 12 Battle
Chapter 12 Battle
Yan Kuo's shock lasted only a moment.
Years of living on the edge of death quickly calmed him down, and his eyes regained their fierce edge. He stomped his foot on the ground, his body shooting out with explosive force, both palms striking out simultaneously. This time, it wasn't a single palm probe, but a true killing move.
As his palms flew, Yuan energy surged like a tide, and the wind from his palms tore through the surrounding air with a howling sound. His palm techniques were more ferocious, heavier, and more ruthless than Wu Sha's, each palm carrying a thick, bloody aura that pressed down on Li Yi like a tidal wave.
Li Yi did not take the bait.
His figure weaved through the palm strikes like a slippery fish. Yan Kuo's palm strikes were fierce and domineering, but speed was not his forte. Li Yi was agile and always managed to dodge them by the slightest margin.
"All you do is hide!" Yan Kuo roared, slamming his palms together.
Yuan energy condensed in his palm, transforming into a jet-black energy ball, which he then blasted towards Li Yi. This move was not a palm technique, but a pure Yuan energy attack.
Li Yi dodged to the side, the energy ball whizzing past him and slamming into the wooden house behind him. With a deafening roar, the entire wooden house was blasted into pieces, with splinters of wood, dust, and rubble flying everywhere.
Taking advantage of the moment Li Yi dodged, Yan Kuo pressed forward. His right palm slammed towards Li Yi's chest; the force of the blow was immense, and if it landed, an ordinary early-stage Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator would be severely injured on the spot. Li Yi crossed his arms to block.
"Bang!"
He was thrown back several steps, his arm went numb, and a trickle of blood seeped from the base of his thumb.
Yan Kuo gave him no chance to catch his breath, his left palm following closely behind, heading straight for his face. Li Yi leaned back, the wind from the palm sweeping past the tip of his nose, his hair blowing back. Before he could regain his footing, Yan Kuo's right palm was already upon him.
One palm strike after another, one link after another.
Yan Kuo's offensive was like a storm, giving Li Yi no chance to breathe. His fighting style was simple: use absolute power to suppress Li Yi and force him to meet force with force. No matter how good your agility is, there will always be a time when you can't dodge, and when you can't dodge, you're doomed.
Li Yi retreated several steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground. His wounds multiplied, his clothes were torn in several places, a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm, stinging from the force of the palm strike.
"Kid, is that all you've got?" Yan Kuo sneered as he struck out with his palm. "Where did your arrogance go?"
Li Yi remained silent. His double pupils were fixed on Yan Kuo's every palm strike, the trajectory of his Yuan Qi circulation, and every subtle change in his body. He discovered a flaw: after each full-force palm strike, Yan Kuo's right hand would pause for an extremely brief moment.
That was a lingering effect of an old injury to his right shoulder. It wasn't noticeable normally, but after a series of high-intensity strikes, this flaw became magnified. After each full-force palm strike, he needed half a breath to alleviate the pain in his right shoulder.
Li Yi was waiting, waiting for that half-breath.
After several more moves, Li Yi sustained more and more injuries, his clothes were soaked with blood, but he still did not fall.
The next second, something strange happened.
A faint white light appeared on Li Yi's body, and then the bloodstains on his body disappeared, as if there had never been a battle.
"What!?" Yan Kuo's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen a ghost.
In all his years, he had never seen anything like it. Just moments ago, he had clearly beaten the boy until he was covered in wounds and blood, but now those wounds were visibly healing, and the bloodstains were disappearing, as if the scene were playing in reverse.
"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!" Yan Kuo's voice was hoarse.
Li Yi looked down at his palm. The bloodstains had disappeared, the wound had healed, and even the pain had lessened considerably.
The art of mending the sky.
It wasn't a health restore, it was a status reset. His energy, stamina, and injuries all returned to their previous state in that instant. Not completely, but enough.
"Ha, sorcery?" Li Yi scoffed. "You bumpkin."
Yan Kuo's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
Earthworm.
Bandits within a hundred miles would respectfully address him as "Master Yan," yet today he was called a "country bumpkin" by a mere youth.
"You're asking for it!"
Yan Kuo was enraged by this sarcastic remark, and the anger in his chest exploded instantly. He no longer cared about holding back.
He suddenly lowered his waist and back, his arms bulged with veins, and his dark Yuan energy suddenly condensed and compressed. It was no longer the powerful and forceful palm technique he used before; his moves changed abruptly.
With arms crossed and swung horizontally, his Yuan energy transformed into two jet-black blades of energy, sweeping across the ground. The blades sliced through the soil, accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound, blocking Li Yi's escape route. Immediately afterward, his toes touched the ground, and his body suddenly rose into the air, spinning in mid-air. His elbow, imbued with extremely concentrated killing intent, slammed down fiercely—an extremely insidious close-quarters combat move, specifically targeting the head and neck.
One move was a ground blade blocking the way, the other an elbow strike locking the throat. The moves were seamlessly connected, cunning and ruthless, completely abandoning brute force and showcasing the vicious methods he had honed through years of fighting.
Li Yi took a light step and slid back half a foot to avoid the black blade energy slashing across the ground. At the same time, he slightly lowered his shoulder to barely dodge the downward elbow strike.
When his attack missed, Yan Kuo landed with his knees slightly bent. His Yuan Power suddenly gathered inward and then exploded, creating a black wave that sent rubble flying around him. This was his trump card, a powerful defensive move.
The shockwave spread out with a roar, covering an area of several meters, forcibly compressing the surrounding space, forcing Li Yi to withstand it head-on, and using the force of the shockwave to shatter his internal organs and meridians.
The surrounding henchmen were forced to retreat by the aftershocks, their faces pale, not daring to approach the battle. Wu Sha huddled in a corner, watching his boss unleash his trump cards one after another, feeling victory was assured, his eyes filled with even more resentment.
Yan Kuo's eyes were bloodshot, his scarred face twisted and ferocious. Taking advantage of the energy from the Black Fiend's shockwave, he formed claws with his palms together, his fingertips swirling with dark, bone-corroding Yuan Power. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he grabbed Li Yi's shoulders and collarbones, each move aimed at crippling the man.
With a series of consecutive moves—Earth Blade, Elbow Strike, Qi Shock, and Killing Claw—each move was innovative and relentlessly pressing forward, showcasing the profound foundation and ruthless fighting spirit of a mid-stage Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator to the fullest extent.
No matter how tricky and varied the moves were, Li Yi remained indifferent.
He remained calm and composed, moving with ease to evade Yan Kuo's subsequent fierce attacks, his gaze remaining steadily fixed on Yan Kuo.
The previous passive acceptance of injuries was merely a deliberate act of forbearance and probing, to figure out all of the opponent's moves and weaknesses in the flow of their Yuan energy.
The probing is over now; there's no need to waste any more time.
"If this is all the strength you have, then this is the end!" Li Yi said calmly, and the moment he raised his eyes, his double pupils suddenly opened completely.
From the depths of his dark pupils, an endless, eerie, and chilling dark light suddenly burst forth. Two jet-black, formless pupil powers burst forth from his body in an instant, like an invisible abyss, instantly locking onto Yan Kuo's soul.
Yan Kuo, who had been fiercely attacking just a second ago, suddenly froze in place.
The surging Yuan energy in his body suddenly froze, his limbs stiffened, his blood and qi instantly reversed, and his mind felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. Intense dizziness and tearing pain in his soul instantly swept over his entire body.
All the moves, all the ferocity, all the killing blows crumbled at this moment.
His pupils contracted sharply, his whole body trembled violently, and he let out a suppressed groan. His consciousness instantly went blank, and he was unable to muster any strength at all, not even to raise his hand.
Their souls were forcibly imprisoned and intimidated by the power of their eyes.
This is the innate soul suppression of those with double pupils, ignoring physical defenses and directly attacking the source.
In just a moment, they were completely crushed.