Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 145: 145. How did it suddenly become weak?

What happened?

Ke Yanhan thought somewhat blankly, but the sharp pain on her face quickly reminded her that she had been knocked away by someone in the Qi Refining Realm.

She got up from the ground, half of her face swollen and bloody—this was supposed to be the physical strength after achieving Foundation Establishment, yet she had been struck like this with a single punch.

Touching her swollen face, Ke Yanhan glared at Fang Zhou with eyes that seemed to want to devour him, “You actually dare…”

Fang Zhou was striding towards her, and upon hearing, he quickened his pace. With a speed of over twenty points, he sprinted like a ghost.

In an instant, he charged to Ke Yanhan, delivering a fierce, straightforward punch.

Boosted by nearly thirty points of strength, the punch was like a cannonball, carrying astonishing power.

Ke Yanhan was shocked and raised her hand to use the Lotus Palm technique.

Disciples of the Sword-Control lineage only practiced swordsmanship. After leaving the Sword-Control lineage, Ke Yanhan learned many other spells from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

As she activated the Lotus Palm spell, it immediately transformed into layers of palm prints, resembling blooming lotuses.

Each palm print carried a force of a thousand pounds, easily shattering stone.

The layers of palm prints struck Fang Zhou’s hand, causing a ferocious storm-like collision sound.

However, Fang Zhou’s arm was like a rock on the coast, unwavering, and he directly punched Ke Yanhan.

She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and her stomach began to twitch in agony, making her bend almost into a shrimp shape.

Despite being at Perfect Foundation Establishment, though suffering from a heavy blow, she wouldn’t lose her combat ability immediately.

The silk belt at Ke Yanhan’s waist unraveled like a spirit snake, swiftly wrapping around Fang Zhou’s arm, following up his arm, binding both of his arms tightly.

Ke Yanhan raised her slender middle finger, aiming at Fang Zhou’s brow.

This finger technique, Green Bee Wood Pointing, possessed the power to pierce through gold and stone.

However, before her middle finger could touch Fang Zhou’s forehead, it was gripped by an invisible hand.

Fang Zhou summoned Hu Lai’s left hand, grabbing Ke Yanhan’s middle finger forcefully and twisting it.

Although finger-twisting is usually a childish move in a fight, it worked surprisingly well, causing Ke Yanhan’s face to twist in pain as she let out a scream.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fang Zhou kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying and tearing off the silk belt that bound his arms, pursuing her closely, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

Ke Yanhan, with strong combat skills and having learned numerous spells, was caught off guard by Fang Zhou’s relentless close-quarters combat.

Fang Zhou hadn’t learned any sophisticated combat techniques either; he simply applied the straightforward swordsmanship taught by Ling Xiaoyue, using his fists to mimic sword moves, aiming at vital points and attacking where the enemy would defend.

Under the enhancement of his superior physical attributes, each punch and kick from Fang Zhou carried terrifying power. This direct, body-to-body combat was highly unsuitable for Ke Yanhan.

Facing Fang Zhou’s powerful onslaught, Ke Yanhan could only react passively, taking hits continually.

The thousands of disciples watching the battle from the shuttle were already dumbstruck.

Is this the battle of high-level cultivators?

Doesn’t look like what I imagined at all!

In a novice’s imagination, cultivator battles should be ethereal, graceful, and elegant, no matter how intense the fight, their surroundings should remain spotless.

Although their dreams were somewhat shattered, this close-quarters combat seemed pretty thrilling.

The disciples watched with boiling blood, eager to cheer for Fang Zhou.

Those familiar with Ke Yanhan’s identity were already staring in disbelief.

Could it be that the legends they heard were false?

Why is Ke Yanhan so weak?

Perfect Foundation Establishment, being chased around by someone in the Qi Refining Realm?

“Is this the so-called terrifying female demon you talked about? Quite formidable indeed.”

Chu Yunfei couldn’t help but exclaim, if possible, she might have added a cheeky tone to her comment.

The disciple who had been explaining how powerful Ke Yanhan was to Chu Yunfei earlier now felt utterly embarrassed.

Senior Sister Ke, oh, Senior Sister Ke, other Foundation Establishment cultivators are so powerful, why are you so underwhelming?

Of course, some could clearly see that Ke Yanhan was indeed powerful, but Fang Zhou was even more impressive.

An ordinary Qi Refining disciple daring to participate in this battle would likely be instantly defeated.

Yu Qing was one of those who realized this, her reaction similar to the disciples’, standing stunned.

What shocked her wasn’t Ke Yanhan’s failure, but Fang Zhou’s sudden display of combat prowess.

It’s like discovering the black-and-white bear you’ve carefully protected suddenly reveals an ability to smack you down and bite your bones to bits.

This feeling gave her a sense of being deceived.

If you’re this powerful, why did I treat you like a vulnerable bunny, secretly mocking me?

Yu Qing’s rare displeasure showed, but a captivating smile still played on her lips, her heart finally at ease.

Unlike Yu Qing, Yan Gulan’s expression turned sour.

A month ago, Fang Zhou caught Yan Gulan’s palm unharmed; since then, she had thoroughly investigated him, discovering his outstanding talent during the entry-level tests, catching the attention of three true cultivators. Hence, him catching her palm wasn’t surprising.

Yet she never expected even Ke Yanhan couldn’t handle him, causing Yan Gulan to be secretly shocked. Just how formidable is this guy?

Yan Gulan regretted not taking a firm stance with him back then; now things had escalated, becoming difficult to manage.

On Moon Viewing Peak, Ke Yanhan was once again sent flying by Fang Zhou, her state miserable.

She gasped heavily, glaring coldly at Fang Zhou, as an earring dropped from her ear and transformed into a cold light, shooting fiercely at Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou had anticipated her move. With a thought, his sword box emitted a sword hum, and the Xuanyuan Sword shot out, colliding with Ke Yanhan’s spirit sword.

“You said earlier using a sword was an insult to you?”

Fang Zhou looked at her in surprise, “Now you’re actively using a sword, do you truly want me to insult you?”

He looked apologetically at her, “In front of this crowd, isn’t this inappropriate? Are you that desperate?”

Ke Yanhan nearly choked on blood in anger, she desperately operated the sword-controlling heart formula, trying to maneuver her spirit sword past Xuanyuan Sword to attack Fang Zhou.

Yet Xuanyuan Sword’s defense was extremely tight, almost forming an impenetrable net, completely blocking Ke Yanhan’s spirit sword.

They no longer engaged in close-quarters combat but switched to sword dueling.

Ke Yanhan’s spirit sword seemed like it was made of ice crystals, thin and long, utterly transparent, emitting a faint blue light, beautiful and dazzling.

While Fang Zhou’s Xuanyuan Sword was dull, like a cheap iron sword bought from a roadside blacksmith for a few pieces of silver.

The two swords were like a delicate rich girl and a strong poor boy, colliding madly in the air, creating a storm-like sound.

Their speed was too fast, visible only as intertwined blue and gray lights.

Fang Zhou and Ke Yanhan stood in the midst, letting the two sharp spirit swords whirl and clash around them.

This sword duel was even more risky than the previous intense close-quarters combat, any slight mistake, no matter how strong the physical body, would end in being severed by a sword, beyond saving.