Chapter 472 - 468: Dominant Ning Jiang, No Match

Chapter 472: Chapter 468: Dominant Ning Jiang, No Match

Fan Hailong’s Finger Technique was incredibly sharp. With a flick of his finger, blasts of Finger Qi shot out, creating violent sonic booms in the air as they streaked forth like tiny meteors.

But these attacks were of no use against Meng Zihao.

As Meng Zihao stepped forward, his robes fluttered. A layer of Dark Gold light surged around his body. With a thrust of his palm, ripples of Dark Gold energy swept out, shattering all of the Meteor Finger Qi.

Upon closer inspection, one would discover that the golden light was actually composed of countless grains of golden sand.

What Meng Zihao cultivated was a Gold Attribute Technique.

Each grain of golden sand was as hard as metal, and incredibly heavy—a single grain weighed over a hundred pounds.

A Martial Artist would rather face a boulder weighing thousands of pounds than this Golden Sand. When concentrated, its destructive power was immense, easily capable of piercing a person’s body and nearly impossible to defend against.

Fan Hailong’s blasts of Meteor Finger Qi were all pierced and torn apart by the Golden Sand.

’How troublesome.’

Fan Hailong’s brow furrowed. Besides its offensive power, what made the Golden Sand so difficult to deal with was its ability to corrode Spiritual Qi. That was why his Meteor Finger Qi had been broken so easily.

"Fan Hailong, if you have any other moves, show them all."

Meng Zihao made a grasping motion with his hand, and countless grains of golden sand shot toward Fan Hailong from all directions. The power was enough to riddle a person full of holes in an instant.

Fan Hailong’s expression turned solemn. He decided to hold nothing back.

A torrent of cyan airflow erupted from his body. This energy was incredibly sharp, twisting and slicing the air it touched, creating a HISSING sound.

"Sea-Suppressing Finger!"

Fan Hailong jabbed a finger forward.

The might of this finger was in no way weaker than Hua Feiyu’s trump card.

Everyone felt the very air in the area tremble violently as Fan Hailong’s finger descended. Immediately after, a colossal, cyan-gold finger materialized in midair.

This one finger was like a divine pillar stabilizing the oceans, suppressing the seas in all directions with its terrifying might.

"I heard that the Sea-Suppressing Finger is the ultimate technique of the Fan Family’s True Monarch of the Heaven-Reaching Realm. With a single finger, that True Monarch could calm the seas within a thirty-mile radius in an instant. That’s why he was known as the Sea Suppression True Monarch."

The crowd’s eyes narrowed, their gazes fixed on Fan Hailong’s attack.

"This strike has a hint of the Sea Suppression True Monarch’s power, but against me, it’s far from enough."

Meng Zihao commented nonchalantly. He then extended his palm, where countless grains of sand began to spin like a hurricane, becoming incredibly condensed.

About three breaths later, he tossed his hand. The fist-sized hurricane of Golden Sand instantly swelled, transforming into a colossal tornado that reached from the heavens to the earth in the blink of an eye.

From a distance, it looked as though a sandstorm had erupted in the area.

RUMBLE...

The massive Golden Sand hurricane violently collided with the Sea-Suppressing Finger, and a deafening roar swept out in all directions. The giant cyan-gold finger plunged into the storm and began to be ground away, starting from its tip.

A dozen breaths later, the giant cyan-gold finger vanished.

"It seems Meng Zihao is the more skilled one after all."

The many experts in the crowd felt a pang of regret for Fan Hailong. His attack had been powerful enough, but unfortunately, his opponent was Meng Zihao, a man of supreme talent who had been trained by the Meteor King since childhood.

"Next time, I will definitely find a way to defeat you!"

Fan Hailong took a deep breath. Far from being discouraged, the fighting spirit in his eyes grew even stronger.

"I’ll be waiting."

Meng Zihao let out a cold, soft snort.

His gaze shifted, falling upon Ning Jiang. "To think the one who’ll fight me in the end would be an outsider to the Meteor Sea Region," he said coldly.

"Let’s fight."

Ning Jiang took a step forward, his tyrannical aura surging toward the heavens.

"I will crush anyone who dares stand in my way!" Meng Zihao roared.

THUD!

He stomped his foot violently on the ground. In that instant, countless grains of sand surged toward Ning Jiang like a golden tidal wave.

Ning Jiang’s expression remained unchanged as he threw a punch through the air.

CRACK.

A fierce Thunderbolt shot forth, blasting a large hole in the center of the sand wave. Ning Jiang strode through it, appeared before Meng Zihao, and launched a punch.

"Hmph."

Meng Zihao snorted coldly. He knew Ning Jiang’s physical body was strong, but he felt no fear. Layers of Golden Sand covered his palm, condensing into what looked like a layer of golden Armor. His entire arm swelled to several times its normal size.

"Take this! Celestial Spirit Bursting Fist!"

"Thunderbolt Fist."

The two fists collided with a deafening crash, as if two small mountains of metal had smashed into each other. Shockwaves rapidly erupted from the point of impact.

Some of the onlookers with weaker Cultivation were knocked back by the force of the blows.

’Such immense power.’

The collision made Meng Zihao’s heart pound. He saw that the Golden Sand covering his fist was actually starting to crack.

There were tens of thousands of these grains of Golden Sand, and when condensed, their Defense Power was enough to block an attack at the level of Middle Grade Spiritual Qi. Yet, it couldn’t withstand Ning Jiang’s Fist Force.

"Again!"

Unwilling to accept this, Meng Zihao swiftly filled in the cracked sand. At the same time, he coated his other palm with a layer of Golden Sand and began to clash head-on with Ning Jiang.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

This was a pure contest of Fist Techniques. Whoever’s fists were stronger would win.

Amidst the exchange, the sand on Meng Zihao’s hands was constantly being shattered, only to be instantly replenished.

"Good. You are worthy of facing my Thunder Dragon Fist."

After about fifty punches, Ning Jiang’s Fist Technique changed, and he unleashed the same earth-shattering punch from before.

Accompanied by a deafening Dragon’s Roar, two Thunder Dragons appeared over his fists, coiling and circling. When he threw the punch, Meng Zihao’s expression changed dramatically. He no longer dared to meet the attack head-on.

He crossed his arms in front of him to block.

BANG.

The Golden Sand on both his arms instantly exploded, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood.

"So strong! Is even Meng Zihao no match for him?"

The crowd was shaken. They had all thought that no matter how strong Ning Jiang was, he wouldn’t have much of a chance against Meng Zihao. After all, Meng Zihao had always been the number one expert of the younger generation in the Meteor Sea Region, his true power unfathomable.

But now, the dominance Ning Jiang displayed had given them an entirely new perspective.

’He really was holding back then.’

Chu Qingqing sighed softly. She now understood that the power of Ning Jiang’s finger attack back then was indeed not his full strength. Otherwise, she would have had no hope of survival.

"Go, Brother Ning!"

Chu Xiu’Er watched from the side, her face flushed with excitement as she loudly cheered for Ning Jiang.

"If this is the extent of your power, then this battle is over," Ning Jiang said, stepping forward.