Chapter 97: The Mysterious Elder

Jianchen was sent flying by the woman's palm, landing in the river and sinking to the bottom after flying over twenty meters. A look of shock flashed across his eyes. The energy contained in the woman's palm was so powerful that it left him trembling. The impact had left him with a severe injury, and the bones in his chest ached as if they were about to shatter.

Jianchen swam through the water, leaping out and into the forest on the other side of the river. He quickly hid behind a large tree, the size of which would require two people to encircle it. Holy power surged from his body, drying the water on his skin. He then swiftly unfastened the spatial belt around his neck, took out the last set of clean clothes, and quickly put them on.

Just as he finished dressing, his pale face changed slightly, and he immediately leaped to the side.

"Boom!"

The moment he dodged, the large tree behind him exploded. A powerful and pure holy force burst from the splintering wood, striking the spot where he had been standing, creating a two-meter-wide crater in the ground.

"You pervert, how dare you spy on me while I'm bathing. I will kill you."

A voice, tinged with sobs, rang out from nearby. A red figure appeared before Jianchen in an instant. Her delicate, snow-white hand, enveloped in a surge of water-blue holy power, whistled through the air and struck towards him with lightning speed.

Feeling the immense holy power in her hand, Jianchen's face turned serious. Holy power surged from his body, gathering in his right hand. He formed a palm and struck out.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided, producing a dull sound. A powerful force erupted from the point of impact, sending Jianchen flying backward, crashing through several small trees before landing on the ground in a heap.

"Spit!" As he hit the ground, a mouthful of blood spewed from his lips, forming a mist in the air. His face turned deathly pale.

Struggling to raise his head, Jianchen looked at the girl in disbelief. He found it hard to imagine that a girl who looked to be around his age could possess such formidable strength. He estimated that she was at least a Great Holy Master, as he had fought Holy Masters in the Beast Mountain Range and knew their capabilities well. With his current strength, he could face a Holy Master head-on, but the girl before him felt like an invincible force, far surpassing a Holy Master.

"Great Holy Master!" Jianchen swallowed hard, finding it hard to believe that a girl her age could have such strength. In the Kagas Academy, which gathered all the geniuses of the Garsen Kingdom, many students her age had yet to form a holy weapon and advance to the Holy level.

The girl approached Jianchen step by step. Her face, which was beautiful beyond compare, was now filled with anger and humiliation. Her large, lively eyes, now filled with intense killing intent, stared at Jianchen as if she wanted to tear him apart.

She wore a pink leather outfit, slightly disheveled, clearly put on in a hurry. Her long, wet hair, reaching her waist, dripped water onto her clothes. She walked towards Jianchen, her small, pink boots leaving deep footprints in the mud. A water-blue holy force surged from her right hand, forming a three-finger-wide, four-foot-long blue sword, the power of which made Jianchen's face change.

Jianchen struggled to his feet, his right arm trembling. The girl's strength far exceeded his, and the palm strike had severely injured his right arm.

He immediately controlled the holy power of light, healing his internal injuries without revealing its presence. Due to the unique nature of the holy power of light, Jianchen was not worried about the girl noticing anything as long as no milky white light appeared.

"Wait, miss, it was all a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to spy on you bathing," Jianchen said with a bitter smile, still shocked by the girl's strength.

"You pervert, shut up," the girl's beautiful face was livid, her chest heaving with anger. She took a step forward, her small, pink boots kicking towards Jianchen's groin.

Jianchen's face changed, and he narrowly dodged the kick. At that moment, the girl's water-blue sword, filled with holy power, swung down at him.

The sword moved incredibly fast, reaching Jianchen in an instant. He twisted his body to dodge, but the sword still cut a long, deep wound across his chest, the blood gushing out and staining his new clothes red.

Ignoring the pain, Jianchen quickly retreated, widening the distance between them. The slender Breeze Sword appeared in his hand, glowing silver. Although he had seen the girl's body, it was not intentional, and he had apologized multiple times. Her relentless attacks, however, had ignited his anger.

The girl did not intend to let him go, chasing after him with her sword. The water-blue sword, filled with holy power, aimed for his chest.

Jianchen coldly snorted, a glint of determination in his eyes. Despite the girl's overwhelming strength, he was not one to give up easily. His arm trembled as the Breeze Sword left a silver trail in the air, striking towards her throat with lightning speed.

This was the fastest he could move. Facing a much stronger opponent, he did not hold back, and he did not dodge her attack.

Just as the water-blue sword was about to pierce his body, Jianchen twisted his body, causing the sword to strike his left shoulder instead of his heart. The Breeze Sword, however, reached her throat.

The girl's face showed a hint of panic, and she let out a sharp cry, twisting her neck to narrowly avoid the sword. A faint blood trail appeared on her neck.

The slight pain on her neck made her eyes show a hint of fear, a rare sight.

Jianchen sneered inwardly. Although the girl was strong, she lacked combat experience and was easily flustered in a dangerous situation.

However, Jianchen did not plan to let her off. The pain in his chest made him even more ruthless, and the Breeze Sword, leaving a trail of silver, pursued her relentlessly.

The girl's face grew more panicked. Just as the Breeze Sword was about to strike her, she suddenly disappeared from Jianchen's sight, reappearing over ten meters away, as if she had teleported.

Jianchen was shocked, his eyes widening. When he noticed her slightly pale face, he realized that such a quick movement must have been extremely draining.

"Is this a special combat technique?" Jianchen wondered.

"You scoundrel, how dare you attack me. I will not let you go," the girl shouted, her voice filled with anger and indignation. Her water-blue sword glowed brightly, and powerful holy power surged from her body, gathering on the sword.

She raised her sword and shouted, "Water Control Technique, First Form—Water Dragon Strike!" As she spoke, the holy power on her sword transformed into a vague, massive dragon, breaking free and roaring towards Jianchen.

Jianchen's face changed. The moment the dragon broke free, a powerful pressure enveloped him, making him feel as if he were carrying a thousand-pound boulder. He found it difficult to move and even breathe.

Jianchen's face turned pale. In his current state, he could not dodge the dragon. His only option was to face it head-on, but the immense power of the dragon was far beyond his capabilities.

"Since you are so relentless, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Jianchen's eyes flashed with determination. The Breeze Sword emitted a powerful, sharp sword aura, enveloping the entire blade. It then flew from his hand, transforming into a divine light and shooting towards the girl at lightning speed, too fast for the eye to follow. In an instant, it was before her, the sharp aura making her neck tingle.

The girl's face turned pale with fear. After using a secret technique to dodge Jianchen's attack and then expending a lot of holy power to summon the water dragon, she was now in a weakened state. She had no strength left to dodge the Breeze Sword.

In a panic, she immediately directed the water dragon to intercept the Breeze Sword. The dragon, which had been heading towards Jianchen, suddenly turned and chased after the Breeze Sword, its mouth wide open, trying to bite it.

However, the Breeze Sword was much faster, and the dragon missed. The sword was now less than a meter from her neck.

"Bold, how dare you attack the young miss!"

At this critical moment, a deep, angry voice echoed from the sky, reverberating through the air. A tall figure suddenly appeared before the girl, blocking the Breeze Sword.

The figure was an elder, towering over two meters tall, wearing a white robe. His shoulder-length hair was tied back with a jade-colored cord. He looked to be around sixty years old, with thick white eyebrows and deep, sharp eyes that gave him a sword-like presence.

The elder looked at the rapidly approaching Breeze Sword with a hint of disdain. He coldly snorted, and his powerful hands, which had appeared in the air, caught the Breeze Sword with just two fingers. The powerful, sharp sword aura did not harm him at all.

With a casual wave of his other hand, the water dragon, which had been charging towards the girl, suddenly stopped and then vanished, returning to the elements.

"Uncle Feng, help me kill him!" The girl, showing no surprise at the elder's appearance, immediately shouted, her voice filled with anger and a hint of委屈 (indignation).

The elder ignored her, his gaze lingering on the Breeze Sword in his left hand. A look of surprise flashed across his face, and he turned to Jianchen, his voice deep and serious. "What is your name, and who is your master?"

The page turns, and the advertisement begins.

The page turns, and the advertisement ends.