My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Chapter 142: 78: So You Want to Play Role-Playing with Me, Brother? (Please Subscribe)_3

Chapter 142: Chapter 78: So You Want to Play Role-Playing with Me, Brother? (Please Subscribe)_3
If one’s comprehension is exceptional, the power unleashed by the Heavenly Gang Star Fight could very well surpass even that of the master from the Tianji Sect…

And before him, the Princely Heir who had learned the Heavenly Gang Star Fight was now capable of injuring himself…

Even though the majority of his Qi had been bound at this moment, and much of the Qi in the world around them had been similarly restrained.

But!

He was not so easily defeated.

Yet this Princely Heir had managed to defeat him twice in succession with just a simple gesture!

Once might have been fine, but two consecutive times!

The more Qiu Zhiman pondered on this, the uglier his expression became.

However, the Cheng Guang he was currently facing remained calm and composed, as if he had just done something utterly trivial.

At the same time.

Emperor Zhou and the others, who were watching the projected images, also revealed a thoughtful expression.

Emperor Zhou and Cheng Zhihai knew that Cheng Guang had learned the Heavenly Gang Star Fight from Old Deng.

Therefore, they were not particularly surprised to see Cheng Guang using the Heavenly Gang Star Fight.

They were just a little taken aback, and had not expected Cheng Guang’s comprehension to be so high that the martial arts technique of the Heavenly Gang Star Fight that he had comprehended could actually defeat Qiu Zhiman.

In contrast to the composure of Emperor Zhou and Cheng Zhihai.

Many officials were no longer able to remain calm.

They had not anticipated that Cheng Guang, who in the past was unwilling to practice and lacked cultivation, could at this time behead the man in black and then slay Qiu Zhiman.

In front of Cheng Guang, Qiu Zhiman seemed to have little power to fight back.

Under everyone’s silent gaze.

The projected image changed once again, and many watched quietly.

At this moment, Zhao Jin was just a few cups of tea’s time away from breaking the prohibition.

Qiu Zhiman was no longer able to stir up much trouble.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and felt that they might as well take this opportunity to admire the Crown Prince’s grace a bit more.

Speaking of which.

This was their first time witnessing Cheng Guang in action.

…

On Crane-Crying Island.

Cheng Guang’s robes fluttered, and his movement was smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water as he once again attacked Qiu Zhiman.

He did not give Qiu Zhiman the slightest chance to catch his breath.

And at that moment.

Qiu Zhiman, with half-slumped body, suddenly laughed.

“I truly did not expect the Crown Prince to possess such methods, having already mastered the Heavenly Gang Star Fight. I seem to have underestimated you,” he said.

“However, the Different Treasures of my master serve for more than just enhancing one’s cultivation.”

“Master?”

Cheng Guang, upon hearing Qiu Zhiman’s words, furrowed his brows slightly, not quite understanding what Qiu Zhiman meant.

“Who is your master?” Cheng Guang asked.

Asking so.

Was quite foolish.

Qiu Zhiman was very likely not going to tell him, but there was no harm in asking.

Qiu Zhiman chuckled, “The identity of my master, you will soon find out. After all, this Great Zhou should ultimately belong to my master.”

Qiu Zhiman murmured a sentence.

BOOM BOOM BOOM.

It was as if a sound was emanating from inside Qiu Zhiman’s body.

And the vibrations grew more and more intense.

“Ha!——”

This sound started off low and inaudible, but in the blink of an eye, it erupted like thunder, as if the entire space were exhaling this long sigh.

Immediately after, a terrifying aura emerged from deep within Qiu Zhiman’s body.

This aura was like a ferocious storm and vast ocean, rapidly rolling out.

Even without the aid of Qi.

That pressure still made Cheng Guang’s eyes narrow slightly.

What was that?

Cheng Guang saw Qiu Zhiman’s body begin to swell.

Transparent insects appeared, starting to gnaw at his flesh.

The transparent insects swiftly grew large and turned pale white.

While the transparent insects fed on Qiu Zhiman’s body, becoming corpulent white worms, they also filled his body.

So with a cycle of decrease and increase, Qiu Zhiman’s body not only did not shrink but even bulged out more.

Cheng Guang stepped back several paces.

His robe fluttered as he ran backward, never even glancing at Qiu Zhiman.

With the prohibition about to lift, there was no need for him to forcefully kill Qiu Zhiman at all. Delaying time was enough.

“Think you can escape?!”

Just as Cheng Guang was retreating, Qiu Zhiman suddenly bellowed, finally making his move.

His colossal body surged forward in pursuit.

Cheng Guang grinned, “I never thought of escaping!”

Cheng Guang paused in his steps for a moment, then charged towards Qiu Zhiman.

His Qi roared.

His body, with boundless might, lunged at Qiu Zhiman.

Qiu Zhiman let out a low shout and launched his strike simultaneously, their actions almost concurrent.

It was as if they had agreed to strike at the same moment.

“BOOM!”

Two palms, one large and one small, yet both possessing great strength, collided.

Upon contact, Qiu Zhiman’s body, riddled with worm carcasses, instantly shattered.

Without Qi, Qiu Zhiman seemed unable to unleash significant strength.

His final tactic was also effortlessly broken by Cheng Guang.

Qiu Zhiman’s lips twitched slightly, his face showed little change, but a friendly smile became more pronounced.

While the worm carcasses were indeed powerful, what was most important was the spiritual howling they produced upon death.

Martial Artists who had not cultivated their Primordial Spirits were rarely able to withstand it.

Only Martial Artists who were above Second Rank and at a higher realm might have their Primordial Spirits slightly strengthened by the nourishment of their bodies.

But now.

Cheng Guang was merely at the Second Rank Physique Realm, surely his Primordial Spirit couldn’t withstand it.

Qiu Zhiman watched Cheng Guang’s expression, his lips slowly curling into a faint smile.

Even if he had to die here, as long as he could drag Cheng Guang down with him, it would not be a loss.