Wandong and Xu Wenchuan had every reason to crack up — the move Wu Qiujun just took happened to be part of Wandong's demonstration for his grandpa.
Xu Wenchuan had long figured it out and grasped a proper counter move.
Wu Qiujun's attack, in the eyes of others, might appear pretty forceful; for Xu Wenchuan's part, that was no different from sowing the wind and reaping the whirlwind.
Hardly had Wu Qiujun plunged himself right into the air when Xu Wenchuan let out an abrupt growl.
Xu bounced up in the blink of an eye, striking his palms out; a boring-machine-like spiral force came forth, fending off Wu and darted at his waist.
By no stretch of the imagination had Wu expected that Xu would make such an unusual move.
He soon changed into a defense position, altering his tactics; he had no time to proceed with his attack anymore, appearing ghostly pale.
In the meantime, Duan Lengyan and Leng Yuecui went confused by Wu Qiujun abrupt pathetic discouragement.
Wu, indeed, used to be such an intimidating martial master, impressing others with his imposing martial capacity.
Xu Wenchuan, conversely, appeared almost mediocre, but he got what it took to make Wu Qiujun submit to him.
Being extremely hectic, Wu Qiujun finally managed a narrow escape from Xu Wenchuan.
He employed every martial technique he was capable of, perspirations continued to cascade down his face — one could tell how hazardous it had been for him.
The duel between Wu and Xu Wenchuan stayed with Duan Lengyan, as vivid as if it had just taken place.
Back then, Wu Qiujun maintained an effortless upper hand, which was, nothing like what happened today.
It felt as if everything had gone nuts.
As far as Wu Qiujun was concerned, the impact on him went to a greater extent than Duan Lengyan — he went thunder-struck completely.
Xu Wenchuan's speedy martial improvement already sufficed to blow him away; he went further scared on realizing that Xu could easily tell where his weak link lay.
"Have you ever practiced the Whirlwind Tactics?"
Wu raised his head, roaring at Xu Wenchuan with uncontainable rage.
He hastened to carry on before Xu made a response.
"You must have! Otherwise, you couldn't have identified my weak links! I'm sure of that! The old dog Yun always preferred you! He must have shown you the Whirlwind Tactics! Fairness? That is nothing but a corny joke!"
"Damn you! How dare you curse our martial master!"
Xu Wenchuan yelled back, flying into a rage.
"To hell with him! I don't have a master like that! The old dog never treated me as a real disciple! You are the only one! What am I? I would skin him in person if he were alive!"
"You're desperately hopeless!"
Xu Wenchuan shook his head.
"Spare me your shitty nonsense! Now that he had shown you the Whirlwind Tactics, hand in the Whirlwind Pithy Formula!"
"Dream on! You would set the whole world on fire if I let you have it! You are such a shameless jerk!"
"Are you handing it over or not?"
Wu Qiujun made a sudden step forward, eyes crimsoning with murderous intentions.
"Humph...How dare you threaten me! What if I don't?"
"I shall snatch it away!"
Hardly had Wu Qiujun's voice faded away when he plunged himself at Xu Wenchuan like a hungry predator.
With his forceful palms dashing at Xu, he appeared literally like a fiendish god in the mundane world.
His rampant spiritual energy fountained out of his body like waves of the ocean, inundating Xu with overwhelming momentum.
"Yaoting, will his royal highness be at a risk?"
Leng Yuecui inquired Wandong about Xu Wenchuan's security, on seeing Wu Qiujun's insane offensive forcing Xu to constantly retreat.
Wandong responded with a sneer.
"Insane? Humph, his growing insanity would only send him to Death."
Wandong was right about it.
Wu Qiujun might appear a deadly warrior now, but he had already screwed up each move.
In so doing, the odds got increasingly higher for Xun Wenchuan.
A duel between martial wonders, in fact, was already terribly dangerous; they would normally tread carefully with meticulous tactics applied.
Wu Qiujun wouldn't have acted in such a flustered manner if he hadn't been affected by his anger.