“Force me to use treasure techniques,” Jiaopeng muttered, his face flushed and red, nearly contorted in rage. The repeated suppression had made him feel extremely agitated and intolerant.
He was a rebellious individual, a genius from a prominent clan known across a vast land of fifty thousand miles. To be defeated in a mountain village was a profound humiliation for him.
At this point, Little Stone Hao had no desire to engage in further conversation with him; the only option left was to fight.
“Jiaopeng, are you capable of anything? You’ve been knocked around several times and are now furious,” Zishan Kun stepped forward, mocking Jiaopeng. Yet, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Little Stone Hao. The destruction of his precious bow made him uncomfortable, and he was ready to take action at any moment.
“You think you can take on the three of us alone? How arrogant,” Lei Mingyuan, standing aside, smirked coldly. “Great physical strength means nothing. In this world, treasure techniques are the most powerful. Without supernatural powers, how strong can you be with just your flesh and blood?”
Little Stone Hao remained silent, simply staring at them. He then turned to the group of powerful figures and addressed the elder from the Cloud Heaven Palace. “Please, Grandpa, witness and judge our strengths.”
The crowd was astonished. This clever little fellow had discerned that the powerful figures were not inclined to help, except for the elderly man from Cloud Heaven Palace who seemed to be maintaining some fairness. Little Stone Hao’s request was clearly aimed at having him mediate.
“Buzz”
This time, Little Stone Hao took the initiative, charging directly at the hostile Zishan Kun with a striking palm. The palm glowed with a luster as brilliant as divine jade.
“Excellent, let me see just how powerful your pure physical strength really is.”
Being a prodigy and praised from a young age, Zishan Kun was always proud and aloof. He stepped back a few paces to avoid the brunt of Stone Hao’s attack, and when the palm power seemed to wane, he struck back with force.
Although he wanted to gauge Little Stone Hao’s physical strength, he did not act recklessly. Seeing Jiaopeng’s severe defeat, he decided to employ a cunning method in the fight.
However, Little Stone Hao’s moves were unpredictable. Having grown up in the wilderness, he never learned fixed techniques; his approach was as primal and direct as a fierce beast or a dangerous bird. As his strength seemed to wane, he suddenly sank low, and his right leg shot up from behind like a lightning strike, swift and fierce like a scorpion’s tail.
Zishan Kun was taken aback. Such an attack usually began when they were older. Elders had said that fixed techniques were just an introduction, while the real battlefield was ever-changing, with life and death decided in an instant.
He quickly dodged, the kick narrowly missing his head, but it struck his chest. Zishan Kun’s powerful counter-palm met the kick.
“Boom”
It was like a mighty rhinoceros crashing into a mountain, causing a thunderous sound, shaking the ground and raising clouds of dust.
Zishan Kun’s hand ached terribly, as if it were broken. Had it not been for the glowing bone ring on his thumb that absorbed the terrifying force, his hand would likely have been shattered.
Even so, he was knocked off his feet, soaring through the air for several meters before crashing down. In the process, Little Stone Hao also flew forward, not being pushed back but moving on his own, charging at Lei Mingyuan with a straightforward, violent punch.
“Wow, the porcelain doll is actually so formidable when angry.” The twin sisters watching the battle had large, clear eyes with long lashes and an uncommon spirituality, their identical beautiful faces pleasant to behold.
Seeing two geniuses being knocked away by the child, Lei Mingyuan didn’t want to compare physical strength. His eyes blazed, and black lightning surged from his body. A symbol appeared in his palm, intertwining with lightning as he pressed forward.
In the air, sparks flew with crackling sounds, the lightning roaring. A massive black lightning bolt shot out, aiming at Stone Hao.
Little Stone Hao was unafraid. He gently shook his right arm, causing the symbol to blaze and emit divine light. He appeared translucent and exceptionally white. His attack power increased significantly, with bone-like patterns appearing on his arm, flashing like metal characters, absorbing the lightning.
“Boom” The impact was tremendous as Little Stone Hao’s right foot swept the ground, kicking up a large grinding stone and hurling it at Lei Mingyuan.
With a crunch, Lei Mingyuan shattered the stone with a palm strike. However, Little Stone Hao was already close, leaping into the air and delivering a powerful stomp, sending Lei Mingyuan flying. Despite crossing his arms to block, he was hit hard.
Little Stone Hao’s arms possessed eight thousand jin of divine power, and this stomp was like being struck by a rampaging bull king. Lei Mingyuan spat blood, his glowing arms shaking violently, nearly broken.
“This is the Force-Dissipating Talisman created by the Thunder Duke. Without it, his arms would have shattered,” someone exclaimed in shock.
In a short span, Little Stone Hao had overpowered three geniuses, gaining the upper hand. The powerful figures from the three great clans had darkened expressions, finding it hard to believe that such a prodigious talent existed in a mere mountain village.
At this point, not only Jiaopeng was enraged, but Zishan Kun and Lei Mingyuan also had flushed faces and eyes burning with cold fury. It was an immense humiliation to be knocked away by a single kick.
“Buzz”
Jiaopeng’s gaze was cold as he decided to take action and used genuine treasure techniques to attack Little Stone Hao.
An ancient character appeared in his palm, dazzling and bright, lighting up the sky. With a roar, a fierce gray-brown dragon emerged from the symbol, attacking Little Stone Hao.
Little Stone Hao remained calm. He drew a silver glow in the air with his right hand, creating a moon that radiated brilliant light, blocking him.
The gray dragon was fierce, as thick as a water tank, with dense scales and an ancient aura, as if it had crossed time from the ancient past to battle.
“Boom”
A silver moon spun in front of Little Stone Hao, and the essence of heaven and earth surged, forming a vast ocean-like barrier. It rose with immense divine power, slashing at the gray dragon.
This was a clash of treasure techniques. As the silver moon collided violently with the gray dragon, the light blazed and splattered everywhere.
The gray dragon also roared through the cosmos, twisting and turning, emitting waves of scorching light. Nearby trees and rocks shattered with cracking sounds.
A light cry sounded as the silver moon’s divine light intensified, summoning a fierce bird that grew rapidly, like a cloud, hovering above the battlefield with an awe-inspiring presence.
“What? That’s an ancient demon bird, the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow, or the Azure Sky Roc. Such a powerful treasure technique,” the experts from the Golden Wolf Tribe and Luofu Da Ze were astonished.
Although Little Stone Hao’s display was only a preliminary form, it conveyed a terrifying aura, signifying an extremely powerful treasure technique.
If it were slightly more refined, it would rival the clan-defending supernatural powers of the Zishan, Lei, and Luofu Da Ze clans, making it an original treasure technique that would make great clans envious.
Soon, everyone’s attention focused on the three young birds, their eyes glowing with excitement. They speculated that this treasure technique must have originated from these mutated green-scaled eagles.
“It’s a reversion to ancestral traits. The supreme mark of the ancient demon bird has reappeared,” someone keenly observed.
With a roar, the massive demon bird—whether it was the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow or the Azure Sky Roc—dove down, its mist-covered claws grasping the fierce dragon.
With a “bang,” he yanked hard, tearing the gray fierce dragon into pieces. The fragments turned into streams of light and quickly vanished from sight.
In recent days, after Little Stone Hao’s successful baptism, his understanding and perception of treasure techniques had deepened significantly, which allowed this treasure technique to increase in power, now surpassing Jiaopeng.
At this moment, Zishan Kun and Lei Mingyuan moved, advancing forward with formidable auras.
“Whoosh”
The ancient demon bird spread its wings, instantly covering the sky, with a fierce wind blowing and a terrifying aura spreading. It dove toward Zishan Kun, shrouded in mist, making its true form unclear and even more fearsome.
Little Stone Hao launched his attack, using the silver moon to protect himself, causing the ancient demon bird to rise and confront the enemy.
Zishan Kun roared, his whole body glowing with purple light. A purple sun shot out, rapidly expanding, within which was a purple fire麟 (a mythical beast), its head held high and roaring, with fierce flames blazing.
“Boom”
In a violent clash, the purple fire麟 roared angrily as it soared into the sky to battle the ancient demon bird. The two emitted dazzling brilliance, like two stars colliding, illuminating the surroundings in a blinding white light.
With a mournful cry, the purple fire麟 trembled and turned to flee, while the ancient demon bird dove down and, with a “pff,” slammed a claw onto its head, completely piercing through it.
“Boom!” The purple fire surged, and the fire麟 shattered into streams of pure essence and light, disappearing into the world.
Zishan Kun was shaken and quickly cast a defensive treasure technique.
The ancient demon bird spread its wings and turned into a terrifying demonic cloud, filling the sky and charging at Lei Mingyuan.
With the wind howling, Little Stone Hao leaped thirty meters, landing near the retreating Jiaopeng. A bright moon hung high, casting hundreds of beams of light downward.
“Ah!”
Jiaopeng cried out in terror. Unable to defend, he was struck by Little Stone Hao’s silver moonlight, piercing through his defensive bones. Then, with a “bang,” Stone Hao kicked him in the chin, sending him tumbling backward, with blood spraying from his mouth and nose.
Little Stone Hao landed on the ground, his eyes clear, and grabbed a several-hundred-pound stone mill nearby, smashing it down onto Jiaopeng’s head.
“Ah!” Jiaopeng screamed in agony. Despite his strong physique, having such a massive stone mill slammed onto his face was excruciating and unbearable.
With a “pfft,” he spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by two broken teeth. His entire face was in intense pain as he screamed loudly.
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