When system cheat becomes rampant!

Chapter 110 The Sublimated Version of Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon

Song Yuan was utterly dumbfounded by Xiang Beifei.

Although he was a sniper, not adept at close combat, he still possessed mid-stage Qi-Controlling strength. As a sniper, he was extremely sensitive to changes in his surroundings, and his reaction capabilities were definitely top-notch.

In his view, N-level Xiang Beifei, who had awakened his system two months ago, hadn't even reached the Qi-Controlling stage. He himself, being in the mid-stage of Qi-Controlling, didn't need to rely on sniping to deal with such a person with just one punch.

In fact, it was indeed a matter of one punch.

But the one knocked down by that punch wasn't Xiang Beifei, but himself!

Wang Ze was also shocked!

Even he didn't know what had happened.

He only saw a shadow flash by, and then Song Yuan fell down.

He didn't even have the chance to fight back!

How on earth did this guy do it?

Wang Ze immediately became alert, slowly waving his hands forward, readying his palms, and fixating on Xiang Beifei.

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Wang Ze had not seen clearly how fast Xiang Beifei moved. In his mind, it was impossible for an N-level Awakener to achieve this, nor could an S-level genius who had just awakened two months ago possess mid-stage Qi-Controlling cultivation!

Then the only explanation was that the opponent had used someone else's system for help!

Xiang Beifei just seriously stared at Wang Ze, contemplating and offering no explanation.

This made Wang Ze feel insulted. He coldly shouted, "You've only awakened two months ago. Even with someone else's system's help, you can only reach mid-stage Qi-Controlling at best. Do you think knocking down Song Yuan proves anything? He's not a close combat martial artist, but I am!"

His palm conjured up a phantom, with Spiritual Power flowing to his fingertips, faintly showing dragons flashing by.

Elevated version of the Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon!

"Today I'll teach you a lesson. Items bestowed by others' systems are nothing. Real strength is the absolute truth!"

Wang Ze was very confident in his Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon. It was the Supreme palm technique he had obtained after spending a year defeating Qiao Feng!

In the martial world, the Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon might just be another martial art, but with the assistance of the system, when brought to the real world, it had become an elevated Culivation Technique, its power not comparable to that of a martial world's top expert!

Roar!

The dragon's roar resounded like thunder!

Wang Ze waved his palms, and the Spiritual Power transformed into dragon shadows swirling around him, his aura extremely intense. These dragon shadows could attack and defend, able to unleash formidable destructive power with his palms and also timely block various attacks.

It can be said that the elevated version of the Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon was flawless!

So far, he had never been at a disadvantage against anyone in the mid-stage of Qi-Controlling. Xiang Beifei wasn't even a practitioner. The power of the system item he borrowed was limited and was nothing before his own Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon.

Even with someone else's system item's help, he couldn't possibly be his match.

The dragon shadow of Wang Ze's Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon grew increasingly powerful. Then, his body vibrated, transforming into a golden phantom, creating a cracking sound as it rushed towards Xiang Beifei!

Boom!

Wang Ze's dragon-shadow palm created a thunderous roar stirring the air, forming an intense and violent aura. This palm, mixed with the fierce dragon's roar, was imposing like thunder, shaking the very air and seeming to devour and destroy everything in sight, reducing it to ashes!

His palm technique was true to its name. One palm affected the whole body, and with each strike, he could change it into eighteen styles. Delivering one palm strike was like delivering eighteen, each containing flexible transformations and roaring dragon shadows.

Within the eighteen changing palm winds, only one was real. The rest were feints, but he could instantly transfer the real palm to any of the feints. So each palm was a feint, yet each was also real.

Real and unreal, true and false indistinguishable. The dragon-shadow palm winds turned into myriad forms, all within a single thought from him. This was the elevated version of the Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon, terrifyingly powerful!

Xiang Beifei lifted his eyelids, watching the overwhelming Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon—

Then he threw a punch.

Bang!

A muffled thud!

"Ah——"

Wang Ze screamed in agony, his body flew backward like a battered sandbag, crashing into a pillar behind him, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. His nose was bloody, the blood spraying on his clothes, creating a shockingly gruesome sight.

"All flash and no substance."

Xiang Beifei muttered.

"You... you..."

Wang Ze looked at Xiang Beifei in disbelief!

He had actually lost!

How was this possible!

Wang Ze was stunned, completely unable to accept the fact!

If it had been Song Yuan who was knocked down by a punch from Xiang Beifei, it would have been understandable, since Song Yuan was a sniper, not a close-combat expert. But he, Wang Ze, was a proper martial artist!

He had a powerful system enhancing him, had plundered the Supreme cultivation technique, and after receiving the boost from the Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon, he should have been spirited and prominent.

But he had lost!

After spending an entire year to kill Qiao Feng and plunder his Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon, when he performed it, his momentum was like a raging torrent, unstoppable, invincible, and extremely domineering.

But he still lost!

He could perform the Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon so brilliantly, seamlessly blending illusion and reality, true and false, each strike made his opponents dread, almost no one in the same realm could decipher it, the palms were terrifying and domineering, able to crush rocks into powder with a single hit.

But he still lost!

He lost to an N-level Awakener!

The opponent had merely thrown a punch!

His intricate and unfathomable palming technique was, in the eyes of his opponent, merely dismissed as "all flash and no substance"!

"..."

Wang Ze looked at Xiang Beifei with a mix of shock and anger, he couldn't stand it!

But Xiang Beifei's punch had left him so disoriented that he couldn't even muster the language for a moment, not even able to make a sound, like he had become mute, just trembling lips staring at Xiang Beifei.

Xiang Beifei's punch had left him without even the strength to speak.

Elder Luo also stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Xiang Beifei, even forgetting to crack his sunflower seeds.

Wang Ze might think that Xiang Beifei had won by borrowing someone else's cultivation technique, but as an SR-level late-stage Meridian Opening cultivator, his insight was sharp and clear!

Xiang Beifei was not relying on someone else's system, but on his own overwhelming boxing technique!

A punch down, and Wang Ze flew.

There was no room for negotiation.

"Elder was right."

Xiang Beifei turned politely to Elder Luo and said.

"I... what did I say?"

Elder Luo, who hadn't snapped out of it yet, asked blankly.

"The best way to shut them up is with a fist," Xiang Beifei looked at Wang Ze and said, "See, now he can't talk at all."

"..."