bestfiction Chapter 621 Victory is certain
Chapter 621 Victory is certain
As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke those foreign companies with deep background and solid foundation, these foreign companies will usually adopt the attitude of "less trouble is more", turn a blind eye and tacitly allow them to expand their sphere of influence within a certain range.
He Yuzhu has always been low-key, like a shadow hidden in the darkness, never showing off.
He knew very well that in this undercurrent-filled world, being too dazzling would only bring unnecessary trouble.
On weekdays, he was cautious in his words and actions, taking every step carefully, so he never attracted the attention of those masters of Baodan, and was able to steadily develop his career in this complicated situation.
However, the gears of fate always turn silently. On this seemingly ordinary day, he happened to meet a master who was about to enter the Baodan realm.
This opportunity was like a bright meteor streaking through the dark night, instantly igniting his inner desire. His excitement was like a volcano about to erupt, with hot magma surging in his heart.
"Today, I will let you open your eyes and see real martial arts!" He Yuzhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely confident smile. The arc seemed to carry the power to break through the clouds and mist, announcing his strength and fearlessness to the whole world.
He raised his arms slowly, as if strolling in the garden, his hands gently lying in the air, as if he was holding up the most precious treasure in the world.
As he moved, the aura around his body began to flow, like the gurgling of a mountain stream or the gentle breeze in the woods, quietly resonating with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and gradually merging into one.
In an instant, a sudden change occurred. His momentum was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years and accumulated endless power and suddenly erupted. The hot air waves rolled in, and the majestic momentum was overwhelming.
At this moment, he stood tall and straight, like a god of war descending from ancient times. He exuded a majesty and oppression that made people dare not look directly at him, making the air around him stagnant.
"The Thirty-six Moves of Zhenwu!" A powerful roar, like a thunder exploding out of nowhere, burst out from He Yuzhu's mouth.
This roar, with endless power, rolled out like a surging tide, shaking the air around it violently and causing pain in everyone's eardrums.
Then, his aura suddenly rose like a flood bursting through a dam, and his originally ordinary clothes were now rustling as if blown by a strong wind.
He stood with his head held high and his posture upright, like a majestic god of war descending to earth, exuding a terrifying aura.
"The first move is the Heaven-Lan Hammer!" As soon as the shout fell, He Yuzhu's arm was like a rainbow that broke through the heavy clouds and went straight into the sky. It was wrapped in an unstoppable and powerful momentum, and it swung rapidly at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
In an instant, in the originally calm void, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands were stirring up the wind and clouds, and a mysterious and powerful force quickly gathered.
In the blink of an eye, this power condensed into a giant hammer that covered the sky and the sun. Runes on the hammer flickered, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
It was packed with immense force and earth-shattering momentum as it slammed down towards its target. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted, emitting bursts of heart-pounding "buzzing" sounds.
Those white threads that were originally as sharp as blades, flashing with cold light and capable of easily piercing through steel, under the influence of this powerful force, changed their established trajectories like iron filings attracted by a mysterious and powerful magnet.
They no longer fluttered around with their fangs and claws bared, but instead obediently meandered towards He Yuzhu, one after another, all being taken into his arms.
This scene happened too suddenly and too magically, like a carefully choreographed yet incredible magic show.
Zhao Yunhai, Lin Wanting and Zhao Yaojie, who had just crawled up from the ground in a mess and was covered in dust, were all stunned, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly open, and they looked incredulous.
Their expressions turned extremely ugly in an instant, just like the sky completely covered by a thick haze before a storm, full of fear and despair.
Especially Zhao Yunhai, at this moment, he was shocked like a surging wave, sweeping towards him layer by layer, almost drowning him completely.
Zhao Yunhai knew clearly that the white silk he had just released was by no means an ordinary physical object, but rather the result of the highly condensed and released vitality of his own body.
According to common sense, this white silk condensed from vital energy should not be collected so easily by others.
Each white silk thread is like a nerve ending extending out of the body, closely connected with his consciousness, and has long become an inseparable part of his body. Every move is driven by his thoughts.
But now, what exactly is going on? Why did I suddenly lose control of them completely?
This extremely strange situation was completely beyond his previous understanding.
In the blink of an eye, the white silk that was originally flying wildly and under his control seemed to be tamed by an invisible force, becoming extremely docile and allowing He Yuzhu to manipulate it easily. It looked as if they had completely betrayed their master and would no longer obey any orders from Zhao Yunhai, but instead submit to He Yuzhu.
"I've said before, these are just some insignificant tricks, not real kung fu at all." He Yuzhu stood with his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of contempt. The disdain contained in that smile was as real as substance, wantonly venting his contempt for Zhao Yunhai's methods.
His hands seemed to be moving in the silent void, his movements were slow and smooth, as if he was embracing an invisible mysterious sphere. Every turn was filled with indescribable grace. With every move, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were flowing with his rhythm, as if he was performing a beautiful ancient dance between heaven and earth.
Zhao Yunhai looked up and saw this scene. His heart sank suddenly. A chill spread from the bottom of his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, and waves of chills spread all over his body.
He suppressed his panic, snorted coldly, feigned composure, and retorted with a hint of stubbornness in his tone: "Hmph, don't get carried away here. These are just some fancy magic tricks."
However, despite his tough words, his eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of panic. Deep down in his heart, he had already gained a new, more shocking and profound understanding of He Yuzhu's unfathomable strength. He knew that in today's confrontation, he was probably in an extremely difficult situation.
Zhao Yunhai's heart was like a surging storm, struggling briefly but fiercely.
Using vital energy to fight against the enemy can certainly achieve a surprise victory, but if there is even a slight mistake, you will be doomed.
He weighed the pros and cons in his mind, recalling the countless life-and-death battles in the past. Which of them hadn't been saved by relying on his solid martial arts skills?
Martial arts are the foundation of one's livelihood and the most adept and reliable support.
Thinking of this, his eyes instantly became firm, and he resolutely chose to return to this most familiar road.
The combat experience accumulated over the years is like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating every dark corner of the battlefield for him; his keen intuition is like an agile hunter, able to accurately capture every breath of the opponent.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yunhai had already determined that He Yuzhu was also in the late stage of the transformation realm.
This discovery was like a thunderclap that exploded in his heart.
He Yuzhu is so young, and his face still has a bit of childishness. In his inherent cognition, at this age, he should still be taking his first steps on the long journey of martial arts. How could he reach the same level as himself so easily?
However, the unyielding spirit in Zhao Yunhai's bones was like a fire ignited by a strong wind, and it suddenly burned fiercely.
There was no trace of cowardice in his eyes due to the strength of his opponent. Instead, his eyes were shining with a fiery fighting spirit.
He thought to himself that his martial arts skills were not acquired overnight. They were forged through countless life-and-death trials and tribulations, and through the interweaving of blood and sweat.
Every time he swings his sword, he pours his dedication into martial arts; every time he is injured, it turns into nutrients for growth.
Such profound accumulation and rich experience will definitely be the key to defeating the young opponent in front of us.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yunhai's blood surged in his chest, and he could no longer suppress the surging fighting spirit in his heart, and roared violently.
This roar was like thunder exploding in the clear sky. The sound waves rolled, shaking the surrounding air like materialized waves, trembling layer by layer and spreading outward.
With this roar, Zhao Yunhai's figure suddenly rose by more than three feet again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All the muscles in his body seemed to be instantly ignited by a mysterious and powerful force, and expanded rapidly in an almost exaggerated manner. Every muscle bulged high, like a small mountain peak containing endless energy, with clear lines and full of terrifying power, as if a slight movement could split mountains and rocks.
I saw him cross his fingers and clench them into fists as big as casserole dishes. His knuckles turned a cold white due to excessive force, as if all the strength in his body was compressed and gathered in these fists, ready to be released like a volcanic eruption at any time.
In an instant, his feet suddenly slipped, and his whole figure was like a ghost floating in the dark night, moving at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a series of faint afterimages.
In the blink of an eye, it was like a black lightning, and instantly came to the side of He Yuzhu. Its speed was so fast that people didn't even have time to blink.
Then, without any hesitation, Zhao Yunhai exerted force from his waist, causing his entire upper body to rotate rapidly, and then threw a punch with all the strength of his body.
This punch was like a flash of lightning that cut through the dark night sky, or like a cannon that had been charging for a long time and suddenly roared. With unparalleled power and the sound of whistling wind, it was like a small storm, smashing towards He Yuzhu fiercely.
This punch was not only as fast as a meteor chasing the moon, but its overwhelming power was even more astonishing.
As the fist passed by, it directly tore the surrounding air apart, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound like metal friction, as if it was going to tear a big hole in the surrounding space.
The power displayed by this punch vividly demonstrated the true strength of a peak-level Hua Jin expert, which was so terrifying.
Everyone present, whether they were seasoned martial arts masters or passionate young men new to the martial arts world, couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene. They were shocked and filled with awe, and their eyes were filled with wonder and fear of such a powerful force.
However, facing such a ferocious punch, He Yuzhu did not show any fear, but instead his eyes flashed with excitement.
The light was hot and bright, as if he was facing not a fatal blow, but a long-awaited feast.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining a confident arc, as if declaring to Zhao Yunhai: "Is this all you can do?"
He turned around quickly, tapped the ground with his feet, and rushed out like a black lightning.
Her hands dance like butterflies among flowers, with graceful and agile postures. Every movement is smooth and natural, full of rhythmic beauty.
He seemed to be pushing forward gently, but in fact it contained endless strength.
This push seemed light and airy, as if it had little power, like a breeze blowing on the face, making people feel no threat at all.
But in fact, it contains hidden mysteries, like the turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath the calm sea surface, which may erupt at any time.
Zhao Yunhai's face suddenly changed, and his originally confident expression was instantly replaced by horror.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He suddenly felt that the void between He Yuzhu's hands became as heavy as a towering mountain. The invisible pressure came like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
The heart in the chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, beating violently as if it was about to burst through the chest.
What's even more terrifying is that He Yuzhu's push was not a direct attack, but he was holding a round ball and hitting it from the air.
This ball was like a mountain turned over by a prehistoric giant, smashing down with the force of a mountain crushing an egg.
Wherever it passed, the air was violently compressed, making a dull roar, as if it was going to crush everything in the world, making it impossible to resist.
A feeling of despair surged in Zhao Yunhai's heart. He knew that he had met a true master.
"Not good!" Zhao Yunhai's heart suddenly sank, and he cried out inwardly, as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head. Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes on his back, and the chill ran from his spine to the top of his head.
As a veteran master with sharp eyesight, he could keenly sense the fierceness and cruelty of the opponent's move as soon as it started, which was definitely not ordinary.
In an instant, a warning sign rose in his heart. It felt like an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart. In his mind, a sharp voice screamed madly: If you don't dodge, you will be blown to pieces by this thunder!
At the critical moment, Zhao Yunhai did not hesitate at all. He made a prompt decision and suddenly restrained the strength in his body. The fist that was originally punching out with all his strength stopped abruptly. The muscles in his arms were tense and the veins were bulging, as if he was fighting against an invisible force.