Chapter 125: Block (Part 2)

When I was young, there were always two mountains in my heart. As long as they were there, even if the sky collapsed, I felt that I could still grow up happily in the valley.

These two mountains are my master and Grandpa Hui.

In fact, when Xiao Laoba was on the brink of life and death, and Master Hui arrived in time, I felt inexplicably at ease, because he is a mountain. In my heart, he will never fall.

Therefore, I have always believed that even this man who claims to be a god will not be as relaxed as he appears when facing Master Hui. In the end, Master Hui will successfully buy us some time, allowing me and my master to calmly complete the steps of the world, and he will be fine.

Yes, just as I had judged, the god was not at ease. Even though there was a barrier around his body that he had reinforced, it was still his spiritual power that was sustaining him. That is why the movement of him raising one arm and extending a finger was so slow.

However, compared to the fist that was just striking with such force, this movement of raising an arm and extending a finger may seem very calm to the ordinary person, but to me, my heart was trembling slightly, because the river of fate that had been hovering above him began to become less calm. It was like a strong wind blowing across the surface of a quiet river, and the current in the river began to become ‘aggressive’.

Master Hui was less than half a meter away from the god. At this moment, all of his muscles were moving rhythmically. I could clearly see that he was squeezing his soul power to the limit, and even—his vitality, and then gathering it in his fists.

Compared to the slow motion of the god, Master Hui’s movements were always a few points faster. Before the god had fully raised his arm, all of his strength had already been concentrated in his fists.

At a distance of less than half a meter, all he needed to do was take a step. Grandpa Hui did not become impatient, but calmly took a step.

At that moment, the imposing figure of Master Hui, who had become tall and powerful due to his secret technique, had lost its momentum and returned to his usual appearance, that of an ordinary bald old monk. However, the clenched fist he held was so heavy that no one dared to look at it.

“Three punches only.” Master Hui stood in front of the god and then raised his arm, saying these words in a light tone.

The facial muscles of the god trembled slightly, and then he showed his arrogance and composure.

At this moment, Master Hui reminded me of someone. He was the ferryman at the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts, who once struck a stunning ten punches at the Lake of a Thousand Ghosts. He was Master Hui’s master, and he was entangled in a grudge with a man named Ning Zhifeng… The only thing that was less fortunate than Master Hui was that Master Hui’s partner was my master, and he…

I haven’t had a chance to tell Grandmaster Hui about this, but when he meets Hui Gen, Hui Gen will tell him, right?

When my master and I were moving to the Kaiyang position, Grandpa Hui threw a punch. It was not a punch with a stunning momentum, nor was it an exaggerated back swing. It was just an ordinary arm lift and punch… but when the fist touched the barrier of the gods, a violent whirlwind like a tornado blew up, whistling through the eternal silence of the starry sky, blowing off the blood beads on my master and me… blowing up something called friendship and responsibility, drifting in the air.

A punch that contains one’s own vitality… How could it be so simple? Even though I knew that it would be a great thing if I could stop the god’s footsteps, I was still so determined to hurt the god, even if it was just a little bit. Wasn’t it just so that my master and I could feel a little bit easier? Didn’t a little bit of damage represent a little bit of hope?

After the wind, the sound of a crisp, cracking noise filled the platform. After the first punch, the barrier of the god began to crumble, just like the thin layer of film hidden deep in my soul, covered with cracks.

“Hahaha…” Master Hui laughed so happily. He would not give God a chance. In the blink of an eye, he raised his arm and the second punch was lightly and faintly thrown.

At this time, God’s arm was raised to the chest.

This time, there was a half-second of silence, as if my master and I had stepped onto the star of Kaiyang, raised our left foot, but could not bring ourselves to lower it.

Pressure… tremendous pressure. This time, it wasn’t coming from above, but from every gap around us. There was nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, and there was no dead angle… As soon as we moved, the pressure would squeeze in the direction of our movement. At this moment, I felt as if I were standing on the foot of a huge monster that was constantly jumping, and I was about to be lifted up.

If I am successfully lifted up by it, in my conscious judgment, that is the best result. If I forcefully step down, the counteracting pressure will shatter my soul.

However, my master and I must step down. If one of us succeeds in taking this step, the pressure on the other will be reduced by a lot. After all, when two people step down together, one person bears the pressure of two people together. If we step down, the pressure will be reduced by one.

But… how do I step forward? This time, will the Master still block for me?

Obviously, Master has this in mind. I can feel that he is working hard for it. The dried blood clots on my body are very uncomfortable to stick to my body, like wearing a thin layer of armor to restrain myself. I really want to break it, but now I feel a little wet and sticky blood on a piece of my back…

It wasn’t me, it was the master… Finally, he appeared in the same ‘disarray’ as I had been before, his whole body ‘broken’ by the pressure, and slowly bleeding.

At the same time, a violent wind blew from all directions, blinding me for a moment… Then, amidst the howling, I heard the sound of a piece of debris falling to the ground, as if the beginning of a piece of music. When the first note leapt out, it signified that the piece of music was about to continue.

The second piece, the third piece… Amidst the howling wind, the crisp sound of the pieces falling to the ground became clearer and clearer, just like the music of a beautiful wind chime.

In the haze, I couldn’t see anything clearly, and because of the angle, I didn’t know what was happening to Master Hui. But at this moment, I really wanted to know what was happening, and then the confrontation between God and Master Hui really appeared in my mind.

The barrier of the god was broken, completely and utterly by Master Hui… At this moment, it was breaking apart, piece by piece, and then began to collapse in a large area.

I thought the expression of the god would be a little frightened, but I saw his long fingers already pointing to the chest of Master Hui… It looked ordinary, but it was shocking. Could it be because of the expression of control on his face?

I don’t know… but I see that Master Hui is once again covered in blood… Is this really the kind of partner Master is? When my Master was covered in blood, he turned into this? He was even more disheveled than my Master… because sometimes fists can be considered firearms, and the more powerful the firearm, the greater the recoil. Master Hui’s fist was full of power, and his body also absorbed the relative force, so his blood vessels burst.

Not only capillaries, but also some large blood vessels were ruptured, judging from the speed of the blood flow from his body. The blood slid over his muscular lines, and this tragedy could not hide his hearty and happy laughter. Then, without warning, the other arm swung toward Shen!

The third punch… Compared to the dullness of the first two punches, this punch is like a standard action in a martial arts movie, fast and fierce, full of power.

The storm has passed… the world is clear again. I expect this punch to have another stunning effect, because the furious eyes of the Vajra behind Master Hui also disappeared all of a sudden. When he swung his fist, a shadow of the Vajra appeared on his arm, with eyes that were angry and seemed to be about to spit out flames.

I thought of the ferryman’s final punch, which was entwined with a real Chinese dragon… Sure enough, he was his disciple, so he also punched like this, leaving people breathless.

However, in the face of such an attack, Shen’s expression was clear and calm, and he only said two words: “Deprive!”

What was he going to take away? Before I could react, I saw that Master Hui’s fist, which was impossible to stop, suddenly stopped in mid-air. If it were me before, I would not have known what was going on, but at this moment, I clearly saw it.

The fingers of the god were like a black hole, condensing all the things in Master Hui’s fist, whether it was spiritual power, martial arts power, or vitality, and began to be sucked out by the god’s seemingly ordinary finger, and it was an astonishingly fast suction.

At the same time, the river of destiny roaring above began to roll back down, with a terrifying roar of destiny, and suddenly landed behind the god… almost as if it were one with the god, as if the river were his “divine light.”

The power that Master Hui had been drained of was thus transmitted to the river of fate through the finger of the god.

At that moment, Master Hui’s face suddenly aged ten years, and he looked haggard many times over. He looked up, as if looking into the distance, and said with a tired voice, “If only it were a little faster… I would have succeeded.”

“How is that possible?” The voice of the god was cold and ruthless.

Uncle Hui could not help but fall forward like Xiao Laoba!