Chapter 57 Go all out
After several years of hard training, the golden light that Zhang Huaiyi now condenses to protect his body is purer and more varied than the quality during his first martial arts performance, as if it were an extended limb that could be used at will.

When he saw the golden light on his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei's hand gradually fade away, he had a bad feeling in his heart and frowned: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Since you said that the devil's method can restrain the Golden Light Curse, then I will simply not open it."

Zhang Zhiwei pulled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms like steel, and smiled carefreely: "By the way, let's see if your golden light is strong enough."

After he finished speaking, he waved to Zhang Huaiyi, signaling to start the attack.

"Then you better be careful, brother."

Zhang Huaiyi saluted with his fists, then got into a stance, with his feet firmly on the green bricks. His eyes, as big as copper bells, stared at the figure in front of him, as if looking for flaws.

"call out--!"

The moment the eyes of both parties met, Zhang Huaiyi acted decisively. He leaped out suddenly, his body as agile as a cannonball, and his right hand covered in golden light attacked his abdomen.

"boom!"

Zhang Zhiwei stood still, ignoring the fierce attack as nothing, and suddenly burst out with his right hand to meet it.

A palm deflected the attack, and the two collided with each other, with a dull sound.

Zhang Huaiyi, who was hit hard by the golden light, showed fear on his face. Although the solid golden light did not break, it began to have obvious trembling reaction.

He didn't believe it and attacked again. Not only did he fight physically, but some of the golden light condensed into ropes and attacked Zhang Zhiwei densely.

"Not bad, there is progress."

Zhang Zhiwei dodged while moving at high speed, and his afterimage was so fast that the golden ropes could not catch up at all. Every step he took, he appeared in Zhang Huaiyi's blind spot like a ghost, leaving him no chance to react.

Every time it's always a little bit closer, a little bit closer.
He kept turning around to defend and looking for his target, but kept missing.

Zhang Huaiyi's five senses were tense and he was mentally anxious. Logically speaking, there was a gap in their cultivation, but it was even bigger than in previous years, which made it difficult for him to accept.

"behind."

A playful voice sounded from behind, and a piercing sound of breaking air approached.

Zhang Huaiyi was like a frightened bird, he dodged quickly, gathering strength in his left hand, golden light suddenly increased, and the translucent golden giant hand moved forward with all his strength according to his will.

"Oh!"

It was another head-on confrontation. Zhang Zhiwei's long fingers, with palm prints filled with amazing power, slammed into Zhang Huaiyi's giant golden hand, suppressing him and forcing him to retreat inch by inch.

Just as the golden light changed and countless sparks of golden light were about to shoot out, Zhang Zhiwei didn't hold back and suddenly exerted force again. The tendons, bones and flesh of his right arm burst out perfectly, and the inch-force palm he struck out actually caused the golden light to directly collapse and dim.

"!"

Zhang Huaiyi's pupils trembled, and the moves he was controlling with his distracted mind were forcibly interrupted.

A terrifying force spread from his palm, like a bronze tripod weighing hundreds of pounds smashing down from the sky. His tendons were numb, his knuckles were cracked, and his body retreated uncontrollably.

The stone bricks on the ground were cracked, and the gully was nearly ten meters long. If he hadn't used his feet to unload the force on the ground, this palm strike would have been enough to force him out of the circle.

Zhang Huaiyi was panting and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The muscles in his right hand and arm were numb, and he could hardly suppress his pounding heart. In almost every fight, even with the blessing of golden light, he could not gain an advantage and would suffer if he was careless.

In his vision, his senior brother had a slender physique, and his every move was extremely agile, with no unnecessary movements. He had both extraordinary strength and speed, and was able to break any method.

The almost suffocating feeling of oppression really frightened him, and it was difficult for him to find a way to share the same glory with them.

With a "hum" sound, Zhang Huaiyi, who was forced into a desperate situation, circulated his Qi to cast a spell, and the roaring crimson palace thunder made a crisp whistling sound in his palm, and it was gradually getting stronger.

Zhang Zhiwei was not too surprised. He just asked casually before taking action: "Junior brother, did your thunder method work on that demon?"

"Brother, no."

Zhang Huaiyi shook his head with a heavy tone.

Recalling the previous battle, he couldn't help but be thankful that the devil didn't kill him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand here and exchange martial arts with his senior brother.

After getting the answer, Zhang Zhiwei's face became a little cautious. He exhaled lightly, gathered strength in his right hand, and smiled faintly: "Okay, I got it." At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi realized that if his senior brother was serious, the outcome would most likely be decided in one move.

"Be careful, brother!"

With a light shout, Zhang Huaiyi's momentum continued to rise. The golden light did not diminish at all, but was completely condensed to the extreme, like a layer of special armor, protecting his whole body.

The Chi in the body was consumed at an alarming rate, 75% to 30%. The palms of his hands were filled with thunder, like a net, which shattered and charred the ground.

“Sizzle, sizzle!!!”

The next moment, the huge golden circle was covered by a large lightning net.

Zhang Huaiyi's face turned pale in an instant, and he almost fainted, especially the look of approval and recognition from his senior brother, which made him dare not neglect it.

Instead, he used all his strength in one go, without holding back, determined to win in one move. Even if he could only shake one or two people, it would not be shameful to lose.

Brother, this time it's my turn to chop you up.

"Boom!!!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaiyi was both excited and nervous. He dragged the net with both hands and rushed forward like lightning.

Countless thunders splashed in all directions, blocking Zhang Zhiwei from any possibility of retreat.

"You're well-come, Huaiyi."

Zhang Zhiwei was genuinely happy for his junior fellow apprentice's significant improvement in cultivation.

He was unrestrained and showed enough respect. His body flashed like a stream of light and he avoided many yang thunders.

Until the two were about to get close, they were blocked by the lightning net in the sky, leaving no extra space.

He exploded in an instant, allowing the thunder to hit his body without any sign of slowing down. Before Zhang Huaiyi could hurriedly use his palm to defend himself against the Yang Lei, he slapped the golden light on his chest domineeringly.

"Boom!"

The golden light shattered, the thunder in the Crimson Palace dissipated, and Zhang Huaiyi, exhausted, had no strength to resist anymore. He fell from a great height, his legs trembling, and there was obvious blood at the corners of his mouth.

This is the backlash of forcibly circulating Qi. The body cannot bear it, the blood and Qi fluctuate, and the tendons and veins twitch.

On the other hand, Zhang Zhiwei's clothes were torn by the thunder, and his skin was gray and black in many places, but there was no blood.

"That's great, Junior Brother. You've made progress!"

He strode over, reached out and pulled up the weak Zhang Huaiyi, looking him up and down, fearing that he would accidentally hurt this clumsy junior brother.

"Brother, I can't get any benefit from you."

Zhang Huaiyi smiled helplessly and spread his hands, saying, "You can't always use me as a punching bag. If it doesn't work, ask Senior Brother Jinzhong to come over, or ask Master to fight with you."

"Sh-!"

Zhang Zhiwei motioned for him to speak in a low voice, and with a guilty conscience he put his arm around Zhang Huaiyi's shoulders, muttering:

"That's totally different. Our master has been practicing for so many years. I don't dare to guess what he is like. I think he is still far away."

"Ah? Senior Brother, you really didn't lie to me?"

Zhang Huaiyi was completely confused. He had thought that his senior brother was almost as good as his master long before, but he didn't expect that he was wrong.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and squinted his eyes, waving his hands repeatedly: "Hey, no, I really didn't lie."

"Squeak——!"

At this moment, the door of the Taoist priest's room opened from the inside, and Tian Jinzhong followed Zhang Jingqing out.

Looking at the mess in the yard, where many bricks were shattered, Zhang Jingqing's face darkened and he shouted sternly, "What time is it now, you evil creature? You still want to bully your junior brother?"

"Hey! Master, I was wrong. Don't be angry. I will clean it up right away." Zhang Zhiwei begged for mercy hurriedly and ran to the broom and bamboo basket.

(End of this chapter)