Dual Cultivation God Returns

Chapter 479 A wounded tiger

Do Bishui clenched his jaws as he was pushed back, the shock almost breaking his arms as he used a more direct protection, though of course not completely as he would not be able to bear such a strike. He flew up into the air trying to have an advantage but soon thick streams of water started to come out of the dome around them to attack him.

*Pssshhh!!!*

Large volumes of steam filled the surroundings as the fires collided with water.

\'This volume... it\'s too much!!!\'

Do Bishui gritted his teeth, creating more powerful flames to offset the tons of water falling on him.

\'...!!!\'

He then narrowly blocked another strike of spear arriving in between the clouds of steam.

\'How is...? but I am in the air!!!\'

He then realized that he was now floating where Wu Long should not be able to reach him.

And then another strike came from a different direction as it seemed that Wu Long\'s speed became even faster, which was actually true because the increased moisture in the air allowed him to use lightning with more ease.

"You bastard! How are you so fast?!?! How can you even reach me?!?!"

Wu Long continued to besiege the alchemist who was busy defending, as his already exhausted reserves of Spiritual Qi were further depleted trying to fight off all of the water pressing from different sides.

Do Bishui was unable to understand how Wu Long moved with speed only a bit lagging behind his own when their differences in realms was so big.

His spear strikes were also too heavy and powerful for someone in Revolving Qi Realm, as he would expect someone capable of making such strikes to be at least in the Mortal Transcendence Realm, and the water completely mystified him.

"What is this?! How is this possible?!?! What is happening here?!"

He continued shouting questions to which he received no answers while beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead once more, his back already completely drenched.

The chaotic mix of flames, water, steam, and flashes of electricity with deadly strikes of spear all around making him panic and his thoughts jumbled in a mess.

"F-Fire Lance!"

He finally seemed to have lost all patience and shot off an attack of a realistic looking lance made of fire, trying to create an opening, but it simply disappeared into the water and steam while the attacks of the spear continued with even more frequency, and at more dangerous angles and the water pressure seemed to have increased.

"Fuck! Fire Lance!"

He tried once more, turning and firing off right after a spear clashed with his protective shell with no results again.

"Fire Lance! Fire Lance! Fire Lance!!!"

The old man began firing attacks indiscriminately, but could not find his enemy.

"The Great Fire Nova!!!"

He screamed, sending out a massive wave of fire in all directions which was pressed by so much water he thought a sea suddenly appeared around him. The steam did not have anywhere to escape, creating a greater pressure on his protective shell of fire that began to crack.

"Shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck! Where are you?!?!"

Do Bishui hurriedly began pouring more Spiritual Qi to strengthen the protection while screaming and cursing.

"Falcon Talon Piercing Strike!"

Suddenly, a spear strike came through the shell, the blade half-passing through.

"...!!! Hehe-heha-hehahaha!! You can\'t kill me! You might have some tricks up your sleeve, youngster, but the difference is just too big!"

Do Bishui\'s eyes first widened, but seeing that the spear could not go any further, began maniacally laughing. However, the defense he set up next was even more sturdy as he could not afford even a minor injury.

The next set of strikes were made with spear techniques, causing the old man to shiver each time as he felt how deadly each one was.

\'Hah, I guess it\'s true that there simply is too much of a difference... Even exhausted and in such an obvious territorial disadvantage he can still hold off...\'

Wu Long, meanwhile, finished testing his physical prowess with the new adjustments he made to his Body Tempering Technique, and also saw how his techniques with the current cultivation level stacked against someone in the Essence Awakening Realm.

It truly was a tall order to fight someone like that in the Foundation Building Realm, even with all of the advantages.

Do Bishui continued to laugh until he felt that the world around him became discolored.

"Void Shattering Spear!"

As the old man widened his eyes, a spear covered in moving and undulating Spiritual Qi appeared in his eyes.

He was fast enough to see it but not to avoid, as it pierced the barrier of flames he set up, which instantly became covered in cracks from the pressure surrounding him, and then accurately pierced his heart after shattering the Protective Qi around his body.

"Khuk! Im-poss-..."

Do Bishui coughed up blood, unable to comprehend what happened, his eyes first looking at the spearshaft and then tracing it up to look at the man holding it with utter shock and disbelief.

"Haa~ an alchemist and not even a great fighter. Exhausted and set into a trap...

The fact I had to use Spear Domain here, even using one of my more powerful spear attacks, means I am still far from being able to fight someone in the Essence Awakening Realm who is not on his last leg"

Wu Long sighed with lament, the water around them falling to the ground, filling the crater to its sides and overflowing into the surrounding lands.

As the old man saw the surroundings clearly, he finally understood what happened.

There was another barrier, this one of Spiritual Qi outside the water one, with talismans rotating within it, which was gathering Cold Qi from the outside and pouring it into the inside, rapidly cooling any steam and replenishing the water Wu Long could use against him.

At the same time the attacks he sent out were absorbed into the barrier after being weakened with water, and the heat was sent out to melt the surrounding ice and snow.

"Khuk! Yo-u... cannot khuk! win..."

He then turned his bloodshot eyes to Wu Long again, struggling to speak through the blood coming out of his mouth. His eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness, until they gradually lost focus and Wu Long could see life disappearing in them until they turned glassy and empty.