Chapter Seventeen: Beating the Artificial God Down

Regarding the speed of a long-distance rapid assault, with Yan Tian’s current skill in lightness technique, he might be on par with Gongsun Jing. However, when it comes to speed displayed in close-range skirmishes, Yan Tian’s lightness technique undoubtedly surpasses that of Gongsun Jing.

Gongsun Jing’s two strikes of the Vacuum Blade missed, and before she could attack again, Yan Tian had already swiftly moved to her left side, casually extending a finger.

A One Yang Finger!

The finger energy sliced through the air with a sharp, mournful whistle. Gongsun Jing swung her hand like a knife, a Vacuum Blade rushing to meet the finger energy.

With a thunderous roar, the finger energy and Vacuum Blade clashed head-on without any finesse, producing an explosive sound. The scattered force cut the weeds on the ground into pieces, and stems and leaves whirled wildly in the air.

Yan Tian dashed around Gongsun Jing so fast that it was nearly impossible for the naked eye to track his position, only a nearly continuous ring of afterimages visible.

Gongsun Jing hovered three meters above the ground, watching coldly as Yan Tian circled her, countless petals materializing around her out of thin air, swirling around in the utmost grace, seemingly enveloping her entire body.

Yan Tian had already realized that although Gongsun Jing was incredibly powerful, her fighting relied purely on instinct, devoid of any martial technique, depending solely on overwhelming brute strength to strike her opponent.

Although martial arts speak of “one force overcoming ten skills,” without speed to match her strength, facing a master like Yan Tian, blessed with peerless lightness skill, she could find no place to exert her power!

Gongsun Jing could not discern Yan Tian’s exact position, so she conjured countless petals to protect herself.

Meanwhile, Yan Tian, in his rapid movement, summoned ten percent of his internal energy. When his energy peaked, he unleashed a palm strike toward Gongsun Jing’s back!

The Mysterious Netherworld Divine Palm!

The surging palm force seemed to overshadow the entire sky, a vortex of energy in the palm emitting an irresistible suction. Gongsun Jing’s protective petals were drawn irresistibly toward Yan Tian’s palm force. Midway, they collided with his slicing palm force. The petals, which Gongsun Jing could normally detonate at will, failed to withstand the bizarre palm force combining seven energies—fire, ice, thunder, wind, hardness, softness, and solidity—releasing a series of violent explosions!

Countless plumes of smoke erupted around Gongsun Jing, who, at the center of the blasts, curled her body as tightly as possible, protecting her head and face with her hands, and her chest and abdomen with her legs, trying to minimize the damage from the explosions.

But once Yan Tian entered combat mode, he would not stop.

As he unleashed the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Palm, he activated his Heavenly Eye. With the Heavenly Eye engaged, the savage, bloodthirsty killing intent rose from the depths of his heart like a demon.

He roared, shooting upward from the ground like a sharp arrow, piercing into the smoke that still completely enveloped Gongsun Jing. Though the explosions were not yet finished and residual power was strong, Yan Tian’s protective aura repelled all remaining blast effects like the strongest armor.

He flew beside Gongsun Jing, delivering a heavy knife-hand strike to the back of her neck, the overwhelming palm force sweeping through her body instantly.

Gongsun Jing groaned muffledly, her curled body stretched out by the force like a crucifix, plummeting toward the ground. But Yan Tian was faster, landing first and striking out a palm to meet her falling form.

The heavy palm struck Gongsun Jing’s chest with a dull crash, revealing a shocking white flash.

Yet Yan Tian showed no mercy whatsoever. Gongsun Jing spat a mouthful of blood foam, then was thrown back into the air. Yan Tian extended both palms, fingers spread wide, and let out a low roar, releasing ten One Yang Finger energies at once!

The ten finger energies tore through the air, shrieking like a volley of cannon shells. Just as ten bloody holes were about to appear on Gongsun Jing’s body, a figure suddenly leapt between Yan Tian and Gongsun Jing, using her body to block the ten finger energies!

With a muffled grunt, ten huge blood bursts exploded from the figure’s body, blood spraying onto the ground. The fierce impact sent the figure hurtling upward, colliding with Gongsun Jing, and they fell to the ground together.

Warm blood splattered all over Yan Tian’s face and head. The blood jolted him awake, and the killing intent in his Heavenly Eye ebbed away like a receding tide.

He stood dazed, staring at his blood-stained palms, overwhelmed by a strange sensation.

It felt like fear, yet also satisfaction—an entangled mix of countless complex emotions that left him temporarily unable to think clearly.

Gongsun Jing’s mouth dripped blood, and she had already fainted.

The figure who blocked the ten finger energies for her was Leng Bingtong, lying supine on top of Gongsun Jing, her complexion pale and lifeless, eyes vacant, resembling a corpse. Ten finger-width blood holes riddled her chest and abdomen, and her police uniform was stained red with blood.

Yet her wounds no longer bled; the muscles around the wounds were slowly writhing, visibly healing before the eye.

Only someone with an immortal body like Leng Bingtong would dare to shield Gongsun Jing from those ten finger strikes.

Arriving at the same time were Xia Tianling and Sun Shangxiang. They had witnessed the entire fierce battle scene from the moment Yan Tian unleashed the Mysterious Netherworld Divine Palm.

Yan Tian stood dazed in place, while Xia Tianling and Sun Shangxiang dared not approach him. Their occasional glances at him were filled with fear.

This was a man even artificial gods feared!

Though Gongsun Jing still had one and a half minutes before entering her fully unleashed, completely uncontrollable state, her power near that tipping point already multiplied tenfold. Who would have thought Yan Tian was strong enough to treat her like a punching bag?

Thinking of the brutal beating one might endure if losing control in the future, Xia Tianling and Sun Shangxiang turned pale.

Before witnessing Gongsun Jing’s savage defeat, they had regarded Yan Tian’s abilities with a playful skepticism. To them, Leng Bingtong’s so-called request for Yan Tian’s help in controlling their loss of control was more of a pleasant excuse—likely just a way to find a secluded, safe place to avoid collateral damage if they lost control in the city.

But now, Yan Tian had given them a vivid lesson—this man was not only powerful but, once in battle, utterly devoid of any tenderness or mercy!