Chapter 85: Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water (Part II)

Unable to move, Leng Tian finally lost his temper. Channeling his profound internal energy, he infused his limbs with milky-white Qi. The blade-like light on his feet transformed into several sharp spikes, shredding the iron-like, jade-colored hands that held him.

Feeling his feet freed, he twisted his body and clenched his right fist, which erupted with dazzling light. With an angry roar, he struck the jade palm descending toward him; the peerless fist energy collided instantly with the palm.

"Bang!"

An invisible ripple of tremors emanated from the woman’s palm, surging toward Leng Tian’s glowing fist. "Trying that trick again? Break for me!"

He stomped his feet, pulled his fist back, and struck the woman’s palm once more. With a sharp "crack," the sound of breaking bone echoed. The woman’s jade hand shattered entirely from the palm up to her shoulder, yet not a single drop of blood flowed out.

With the strike broken, the woman’s body shattered and dissolved into formless water. Leng Tian stood his ground, retracting his fist, and cast a cold sneer toward the six women in the distance.

Seeing their companion vanish, the six women showed no expression. They moved with graceful, lotus-like steps, forming a hexagram array. With their palms facing one another, they let out a sharp cry: "Mountains crumble, seas overturn!"

From the center of the hexagram, the sound of a tsunami roared. The six women each pressed their palms to the ground, their supple bodies lifting and hovering upside down. A hexagram array formed of water currents suspended beneath their palms. With a flip, they all stood on the ground, the rippling water hexagram facing Leng Tian.

"What kind of technique is this? It feels like this whole sequence is completely unnecessary!" Leng Tian truly could not fathom it. If one fought like this, they would be slain on the spot before the technique even manifested.

"Hum..."

Like the roar of crashing waves, several meters of seawater surged wildly from the hexagram array. "Damn..." Leng Tian could hardly believe that this attack was actually a tidal wave.

As the attack arrived, Leng Tian saw the overwhelming momentum of the waves. He immediately mobilized his internal energy, flashed forward, and when he was within a meter of the wave, he stepped forward, dropped his waist into a lunge, and delivered a steady, powerful punch wrapped in heavy Qi.

The concentrated, tangible fist energy shot forth, colliding violently with the meters-high, surging wave. "Break!" The milky-white light exploded upon impact, the peerless energy shattering the wave into nothingness.

Having succeeded, Leng Tian did not stop, but shot toward the six women controlling the array. "Double Mountain-Crushing Waves!" they cried, and two massive waves surged from the array, crashing toward the incoming Leng Tian.

Leng Tian’s figure flickered as white fist light flashed. "Boom! Boom!" Two massive beams of light, dragging long tails of energy, flew toward the two heaven-shaking waves.

Energy scattered, causing the water in the space to churn violently. Leng Tian’s body passed through the turbulent currents; the two loincloths covering his lower body whipped up in the airflow, causing the giant member hidden beneath to sway with his flight—a truly spectacular sight.

Seeing what was beneath Leng Tian, the six women giggled. They shed their clothes entirely, their jade-like skin shimmering as their breasts heaved. They parted their legs and crouched, then rose, chest forward. The sight of the undulating, half-hidden curves caused the spear between Leng Tian’s legs to stand tall and proud.

With every heave of their bodies, a tidal wave surged forth. Leng Tian’s expression remained steady, each of his punches carrying an ancient, vast aura as he struck out firmly.

Though the tidal waves were imposing, they were fragile under the bombardment of his white fist energy. Across the dozens of meters, Leng Tian unleashed eighteen punches in one breath, each one vast and powerful.

Seeing their technique could not stop him, the six women giggled and merged into one. This sudden shift moved Leng Tian, his heart alert, knowing that a more ferocious attack was about to begin.

As the six merged, the hexagram array also changed, condensing into a sphere held in the woman’s palm. She began to run, her feet tapping the ground—a scene that ignited the fire of desire.

With a sharp cry, "Boundless Ocean!" she lifted her jade arms back and hurled the water-patterned sphere forward. "Whoosh!" She stopped and watched the sphere strike toward Leng Tian. When it was still some distance away, she parted her red lips and whispered, "Crush you to death..."

Leng Tian was bewildered. Isn't this an illusion? How can it have emotional fluctuations? Truly a freak. The water-patterned sphere did not explode; instead, it wobbled, and the sound of crashing tides echoed through the air. The oppressive momentum felt as if the entire ocean were bearing down, and all the water ripples and airflow in the space were instantly absorbed into the sphere.

Leng Tian felt his breathing grow difficult. Simultaneously, a peerless, heavy pressure descended upon his body, pressing his three-colored Qi tightly against his skin.

"Ah..."

A long roar escaped him. The golden blood in his veins surged like a roaring river, sounding like thunder. A three-hundred-foot-tall black mountain peak manifested behind him, its massive, imposing pressure rolling out to collide with the ocean’s grandeur.

For a moment, the two equally vast forces clashed, neither able to overcome the other. Seeing this, the woman cried, "Crush you to death, you bad guy..."

Leng Tian’s expression went blank. The water sphere suddenly expanded, growing to the size of a small hill in just a few breaths. It then compressed into the shape of a water-colored disc, slamming down upon Leng Tian.

The ground beneath his feet cracked and sank. Leng Tian’s expression was grim. He glanced at the woman in the distance, who was hopping about; the rise and fall of her snow-white waves and the sight of her crystal-clear jade feet leaping—revealing flashes of pink in the mysterious green grass—caused the spear beneath him to sway, protesting its master’s stoicism.

Feeling his feet sinking deeper, Leng Tian hugged his arms and spun rapidly in place, driving the black mountain behind him to rotate as well. Suddenly, the entire space was filled with a heavy, ancient aura.

In the end, only the black mountain remained spinning, while Leng Tian’s figure seemed to have merged into it and vanished. "Boom!" The mountain collided with the water disc.

Both paused, then retreated dozens of feet. At the point of impact, the space shattered, and dark gray spatial currents leaked out, wreaking havoc.

Leng Tian reappeared in a disheveled state. The phantom of the mountain behind him flickered before stabilizing. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, cold light erupting from his eyes. With a roar, he lunged at the water disc again.

Clenching his fists, sonic booms erupted as he struck the disc. "Bang!" "Bang!" Each punch landed solidly, but the disc merely vibrated, ripples spreading out. "Break... break... break for me!"

His Glazed Golden Body shone brilliantly, displaying savage yet perfect muscle lines filled with the power to destroy all. Leng Tian struck the disc frantically, his fists rendered in three-colored Qi, the massive white light seemingly endless.

"Crush him... crush him to death!" The woman in the distance stomped her feet, waving her jade arms through the air to strike at Leng Tian.

The relentless barrage made his golden blood boil. His golden pupils held no emotion. After dozens of punches, he still could not break the disc. His fighting spirit surged, and he shouted, "Fist Breaks Mountains and Rivers!"

He unleashed a move from the Heaven-Dominating Fist. There was no fist light; it was merely a simple punch struck through the air. With this punch, the space within a hundred meters froze, as if time itself had stopped—though this was merely an illusion.

A sense of momentum—yes, momentum—an invisible pressure more powerful than any material attack. The incoming disc froze in mid-air, tiny cracks appearing on its surface, showing signs of collapse.

The cracks on the disc healed as soon as they appeared, mostly because Leng Tian’s momentum had spent itself. "What is going on?" Leng Tian felt that the punch had fused with the essence of a mountain. Though only a sliver, the invisible pressure was several times more powerful than the energy-based fist light.

Excited, he stomped his foot and lunged forward, the mountain's aura trailing behind him. He threw his right fist again: "Fist Presses the World... Fist Breaks the Heavens... Fist Extinguishes All Life..."

He unleashed three consecutive moves of the Heaven-Dominating Fist. The names alone sounded tyrannical and peerless, yet given his current cultivation, he could only use the names to bolster his momentum. These were among the most domineering moves in the entire technique.

Although Leng Tian had fused a sliver of mountain essence, he hadn't even exerted one percent of the power of these moves; otherwise, the legendary Heaven-Dominating Fist would have been removed from the Heaven Technique Codex long ago.

With all three moves unleashed, the combined momentum struck the disc. "Bang!" With a muffled explosion, the water-patterned disc finally succumbed to the oppressive pressure, shattering and dispersing into vast waves throughout the space.

Leng Tian was utterly exhausted, gasping for breath as he sat on the cold ground. While he hadn't consumed much internal energy, these three punches had drained his blood essence. Drawing upon the mountain's essence—which was also condensed from bloodline power—had left him this weak.

"Bad guy, I'll fight you to the death..." In the distance, the woman, still naked, ran toward Leng Tian with her two small feet.

Leng Tian was speechless. The emotional fluctuations of this illusion were so intense; looking at her demeanor, she seemed more like a real person than an illusion.

"I’ll kick you to death... kick you to death..."

The woman reached Leng Tian, lifted her bare feet, and began kicking his chest and back. "Damn... she really is a real person." Her fair, small feet kicked him in the cheek, and the unique warmth of a living person radiated from her soft, fragrant soles.

Leng Tian’s expression shifted. He reached out, grabbed her crystal-clear jade foot, and held it against his cheek, feeling it deeply. "Let go, bad guy... let go of me..."

Seeing her foot held by the other, she struggled desperately. Leng Tian glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit her jade foot!

"Ah... you pervert, how dare you bite me... it hurts!"

Leng Tian smiled; it was the sensation of real flesh. He licked his lips and smirked, "Tastes good, quite fragrant too..."

"You pervert, I'll kill you..." The woman pulled her foot back with force. Looking at the two rows of teeth marks on her snow-white skin, her chest heaved with rage.

"I’ll beat you... I’ll beat you... that’s for biting me... that’s for biting..."

The woman swung her small, powdered fists, raining blows upon Leng Tian.