Chapter 20 The Formidable Python Whip

• Francis was startled.
• The middle-aged man in the blue shirt across from him was also taken aback, a glint of greed flashed across his eyes. “You b*stard, what kind of cultivation method is this? It's so incredibly forceful and domineering! Your strength at Sky Gate Realm Level Five could actually withstand a strike from my Sky Gate Realm Level Seven! Hand over the secret text, or I'll make you experience unimaginable suffering before you die!”
• Francis spat out a mouthful of blood and scoffed coldly, “You want my secret text? You'll have to trade your life for it!”
• “You b*stard choose to do it the hard way! I'll let you have a taste of my Roundabout Whip! Consider yourself lucky to die under a Yellow Grade second-tier martial skill. You're not even worthy to die under my whip!”
• His whip technique turned out to be a Yellow Grade second-tier martial skill.
• The middle-aged man swung his long whip. The shadows of the whip layered upon one another, forming an imposing mountain, bearing down on Francis. Francis, far from being intimidated, retaliated with a resounding strike of Palm of Light. The whip-formed mountain shattered under the impact, yet he was forced to step back, coughing up blood.
• “You could actually block my move! Take this!” The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback.
• “Bring it on! Let's see who gives in first!” Francis was also roused, laughing uproariously.
• The middle-aged man continuously unleashed his whip technique while Francis countered with one Palm of Light after another. The middle-aged man's whip techniques were incredibly intricate, each move executed with precision and backed by his powerful vital energy that far surpassed Francis. Each of his attacks packed a massive punch. In contrast, Francis relied solely on Palm of Light, using it over and over again.
• However, Palm of Light was fierce and domineering, unmatched in its power. For a moment, even though he was continuously coughing up blood, he surprisingly didn't lose any ground.
• However, the middle-aged man could tell that although the advanced martial skill was formidable and capable of holding its own against him despite the difference in their levels, it was clear that the skill was incredibly draining. It couldn't possibly last for long. He watched with a cold gaze, waiting for Francis' vital energy to deplete at which he could easily capture him.
• However, what truly caught him off guard was that, despite their prolonged fierce battle, Francis' vital energy showed no signs of depletion.
• He had no idea that although Francis was only at Sky Gate Realm Level Five which wasn't high in terms of cultivation level, his vital energy was extremely robust comparable to those in the peak-stage of Sky Gate Realm Level Six. Within Francis' meridians, his vital energy was endlessly flowing like a continuous stream.
• Francis fought so fiercely that he felt like he was on the brink of coughing up blood. Yet, the more he battled, the more spirited he became. He roared with rage, his eyes blazing with wild intensity, his desire for combat incredibly strong.
• He had never sparred with an expert as skilled as the middle-aged man, and such a fierce battle greatly enhanced his combat experience. Even more so, he felt his mastery of the technique had improved and became increasingly proficient and effortless after repeatedly using Palm of Light in actual combat.
• The middle-aged man was growing increasingly alarmed as the fight continued. He had no plans to drag the duel out any longer, he could sense that Francis was becoming more formidable with every passing moment.
• How can someone at Sky Gate Realm Level Seven fail to defeat someone at Sky Gate Realm Level Five? If word got out, wouldn't I become a laughingstock?
• “No, this kid is too unusual! I can't drag this out any longer and must give it my all!” A flash of ferocity passed through his eyes, and the middle-aged man roared, “Python Whip!”
• He channeled his vital energy, and the whip in his hand moved like a massive python. After extending straight out, it twisted back from an incredibly tricky angle, forming a circular shape. Around the circle, a whirlwind of energy was created. This whirlwind resembled an ouroboros, ensnaring Francis within its center, ceaselessly spinning.
• With each rotation, the whirlwind tightened a notch. Eventually, the whirlwind dissipated, leaving Francis securely ensnared by the long whip. Despite his furious roars, Francis struggled in vain to break free.
• It was the most formidable move in the Roundabout Whip, a Yellow Grade second-tier martial skill cultivated by the middle-aged man. With the whip acting like a python, coiling around the opponent, it was overpowering and domineering. The move was not only difficult to dodge but even more challenging to break free from.
• Gazing at the struggling Francis, the middle-aged man laughed arrogantly, brimming with satisfaction. “How about that, b*stard? Do you finally comprehend how mighty I am? Hand over your secret text now or my whip will coil around you like a massive python, slowly strangling you to death. Every bone in your body will shatter, your organs will burst, and your entire body will be crushed into a pulp. Is that what you desire?”
• Francis let out a wild howl akin to a wounded lone wolf. He struggled with all his might, but the more he fought, the tighter the whip seemed to bind him.
• “It's futile!” the middle-aged man bellowed. “This whip of mine is crafted from the finest black gold, infused with millennium-old Golden Purple Vine. Your struggles are in vain! Unless you're Sky Gate Realm Level Eight and can muster the strength of ten thousand pounds, otherwise there's no way you can break free!”
• Francis appeared wildly frantic, yet beneath that facade, he was incredibly calm, quickly formulating a plan in his mind.
• Suddenly, his hand brushed against the three pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones he had tucked close to his body.
• Francis swiftly grasped the three stones in his hand, then activated the Bedoro Leaf Scripture, allowing his vital energy to permeate his palm. In an instant, the three middle-grade spiritual stones vanished into thin air.
• In Francis' elixir field, an ancient cauldron was absorbing the three middle-grade spiritual stones. After a short while, a vast amount of spiritual energy erupted from the cauldron. As per usual, the cauldron claimed half of the spiritual energy. Even so, the energy that blasted from the cauldron was equivalent to one and a half middle-grade spiritual stones, or seventy-five low-grade spiritual stones.