Chapter 3907: Interrupted
Chapter 3907: Interrupted
Not long after, Prosperous Heaven and the others all ran out of the great hall.
Obviously, the oil lamp had once again been extinguished.
Seeing Ling Han sitting cross-legged outside by himself, as if he was comprehending something, quite a number of people smirked coldly.
All those present were supreme prodigies, but which one of them had memorized the Saint Technique?
What are you acting for?
Only Prosperous Heaven and Song Lan were moved, and looked meaningfully at Ling Han. With the delicateness that was unique to women, added with their outstanding observation skills, they had previously captured that Ling Han had clearly come extremely late, yet very quickly completed his memorization of the Eighteen Arhat Palm, and began to comprehend it outside.
Calculating the time, it was even much shorter than Feng Jixing.
And now, Ling Han was the first to walk out.
This guy had mastered a Saint Technique first again?
“Stop pretending!” a young man said in disdain. He was a Seven Cauldrons elite, and ranked 67th on the Galaxy Network. His name was Mo Yuanwu.
Ling Han only acted as if he had not heard anything. He was presently at an important juncture in his comprehension.
“Brat, you are very awesome, aren’t you? You actually dare to look down on everyone!” Mo Yuanwu strode towards Ling Han. This person was unknown, but now, he actually dared to put on an act in front of him. Where did he get such courage from?
‘Are you really comprehending? Stop pretending. Even Feng Jixing hasn’t grasped the basics yet, so you’re nothing.’
He walked over, and delivered a palm strike at Ling Han.
This palm wasn’t heavy, because he hadn’t unleashed his killing intent yet.
Boom!
Someone rushed out and exchanged a blow with Mo Yuanwu.
Yi?
When they saw this person’s appearance clearly, everyone was shocked, because this was actually Song Lan, the beauty ranked ninth on the Exquisite Leaderboard.
She actually moved for Ling Han’s sake?
Feng Jixing saw this, and couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.
As the top elite of the Cauldron Forging Tier in the North Heavenly Realm, he was naturally proud and reserved. Thus, even though he was obviously very interested in Song Lan, he didn’t show it—although the appearance and bearing of Prosperous Heaven wasn’t inferior, she was still a Buddhist Race Holy Daughter, after all. It was too difficult to deal with her. Thus, he would definitely be more willing to become closer to Song Lan.
But though Song Lan was very polite towards him, and showed her admiration for him, that was all.
And now, Song Lan actually moved for the sake of a man. This surprised Feng Jixing, and even caused a kind of jealousy to rise up in him.
His woman should only have him in her heart, and could not accommodate another man.
“Fairy Song!” Mo Yuanwu was extremely surprised, “Why do you-”
Without waiting for him to finish, Song Lan said, “This brother is presently at a crucial moment in his comprehension, so it would be best not to disturb him.”
Mo Yuanwu was both shocked and jealous. Who did not like beautiful women, especially an exquisitely beautiful woman like Song Lan? Yet now, Song Lan was actually so protective of Ling Han, which made him extremely displeased.
He was young and rash, and said, “Celestial maiden Song, don’t be deceived by him. Even Brother Feng has not been able to comprehend the Saint Technique, so what right does this brat have to learn it? Thus, he is only putting on an act here.”
Hearing him mention himself, Feng Jixing felt slightly uncomfortable.
What kind of existence was he? Who was qualified to compare to him?
Furthermore, this was not comparing his merits, but rather that he had not grasped the Saint Technique either. This naturally made him even more displeased.
Song Lan shook her head, “He has not trifled with you either, so what need is there for you to be so forceful?”
Mo Yuanwu smiled awkwardly, “Since Fairy Song is interceding on his behalf, then forget it.” They waited, and when the oil lamp in the great hall was once again lit, they all entered into the great hall, and continued to study the Saint Technique.
However, Mo Yuanwu deliberately lagged a few steps behind. When everyone had entered into the great hall, he stopped, then turned around and walked towards Ling Han.
He wouldn’t let Ling Han go so easily.
From beginning to end, this guy did not make a sound. He was acting all high and mighty. “Brat, there’s no one else here, so there’s no need to pretend anymore,” Mo Yuanwu said coldly.
Ling Han ignored him. He was already gradually entering his prime condition.
“All right, let you pretend!” Mo Yuanwu moved, and grabbed out at Ling Han. This time, there was no one to stop him.
However, the palm strike missed its target.
Yi?
Mo Yuanwu was startled. Previously, when the palm strike was about to hit him, Ling Han suddenly stretched out a hand and gave a shove on the ground. His figure moved a bit, just managing to dodge his palm strike.
F*** you.
As expected, this was not comprehension at all. He was clearly paying full attention to him. “Good one, brat, how despicable!” Mo Yuanwu continued to attack, launching an offensive towards Ling Han.
But every time the power of his palm strike or fist was about to reach him, Ling Han would always manage to dodge just right, causing Mo Yuanwu’s fury to burn hotter and hotter.
‘Can’t I deal with you?’
He no longer delivered such a precise attack, but rather expanded the area of his attack. He shot out a strike, and the force condensed, turning into a massive green fist, that was even larger than a house, that bore down on Ling Han.
This way… let’s see how you’re going to dodge.
The larger the attack surface, the weaker the power would definitely be. That was because the power was dispersed, and this was very easy to understand. Thus, the more elite one was, the more he would not use this kind of method of attack. They would similarly be able to defeat their opponents, but this naturally was a waste of power.
However, at present, Mo Yuanwu only wanted Ling Han to parry, and break through the latter’s calm and unhurried show-off demeanor.
Thus, he didn’t care if he would waste power or not, nor did he mind if he could hurt Ling Han.
Boom, a fist smashed over, covering the skies.
Ling Han sighed. He really didn’t want to stop comprehending.
F***.
He stood up. ‘Since you are so determined to seek a beating, I will oblige you.’
Peng! He threw a punch, and it collided with the green-colored fist. Although the size of the
two was far inferior, the massive green-colored fist immediately crumbled when the punch landed. It was completely unable to withstand a single blow.
“Haha, you finally stopped pretending!” Yet Mo Yuanwu felt that this was a great victory for
him.
See, you still can’t continue the pretence.
“Pretending your sister!” Ling Han said angrily. His comprehension had been forcefully interrupted, so it could be imagined how terrible his mood was.
Are you f****** crazy? What has my comprehension here got to do with you? Disturbing me once is not enough, and now that you are being stopped, you want to do it again?
He was really asking for a beating.
“Heng, how dare you, to actually dare to speak rudely to me!” Mo Yuanwu also showed a hint
of anger.
Just now, he hadn’t used his full power, and it was also a large-scale attack. Thus, though Ling Han had easily broken through his punch, he still didn’t take Ling Han seriously.
Xiu, Ling Han rushed over.
“Haha, you’re courting-” Mo Yuanwu laughed loudly. However, he had not even said the word ‘death’, when he was knocked over with a single punch from Ling Han.
How could it be so fast?
At this moment, he was completely stupefied.
He was an elite of Seven Cauldrons, a prodigy ranked 67th on Galaxy Network. Why had he
been defeated just like that without even seeing his opponent’s fist?
He wanted to counterattack with all his might, but peng, peng, peng, a series of punches had already shot over, causing him to scream in pain, and he was completely unable to
counterattack.
Every punch shattered the mystical power that he had just accumulated, so how was he
supposed to counter?
“Ah-” He could only scream in pain. After several hundred punches, he finally passed out
from the pain.