I Can Add Points Infinitely - Chapter 32

As the light around him shifted and the oppressive pressure dissipated, Shen Lian found himself in a dense forest. The little girl’s teleportation was incredibly subtle, seamlessly transporting him without drawing anyone’s attention—likely a function of the Qinghuan Blessed Land’s formation and restrictive capabilities.

Crouching low, Shen Lian quietly peered out from his concealed position. Just beyond the forest lay an open area, and at the center was the “junkyard” the little girl had deliberately set up. Over a dozen flying swords were randomly flying around inside the restriction, aimlessly darting in all directions. Outside the barrier, two groups stood at attention, watching each other with fierce eyes.

Yun Xiong, Shen Lian’s senior brother, was engaged in an intense fight with a Thunder Valley disciple. The battle was especially fierce. The Thunder Valley disciple was a youth with a somewhat effeminate appearance wielding a rare soft sword.

Judging by his actions, it seemed he had a thorough understanding of the Azure Cloud Sect’s strengths, particularly Yun Xiong’s prowess in physical combat and his overwhelming, brutal attacks.

“Vajra Fist!” Yun Xiong suddenly shouted, pulling his right fist back to his waist. The powerful aura surrounding him instantly disappeared. In that moment, he seemed to transform into a mere mortal, devoid of any spiritual energy. Yet, despite his unassuming appearance, a sense of danger subtly emerged in the hearts of those watching.

“What is this…?” Shen Lian, hiding in the forest, watched Yun Xiong’s movements with a brightened expression.

“He’s reining in his aura, focusing all his power and spiritual energy into a single point.”

“Is this still the same low-tier human-grade Vajra Fist I’m familiar with?”

“I never expected that when combined with body refining techniques, it could reach such a level. Truly, Senior Brother Yun Xiong is remarkable…” Shen Lian mused silently.

At that moment, Yun Xiong’s attack was ready. In the next second, his right fist thrust forward, moving slowly as if pushing a heavy weight.

“Buzz—”

As Yun Xiong’s punch extended, the ground trembled with each step. The effeminate youth across from him appeared visibly tense.

“Wind without form, clouds without shape; Cloudstep!” the youth muttered, swaying his body lightly to retreat like a feather caught in the wind.

“Boom!” As soon as the youth stepped back, the full force of the Vajra Fist exploded. Yun Xiong’s punch struck with the force of a tidal wave, sending ripples of impact spreading outward.

The disciples of both sects, even those standing far away, were forced back by the shockwave, some stumbling and spitting blood from internal injuries.

But at the center of the impact, the effeminate youth’s body floated weightlessly, unaffected by the immense force, his movements resembling a willow in the wind. The shockwave propelled him even further, showcasing the pinnacle of his technique’s “soft” nature.

Finally, the shockwaves subsided after a few moments. The youth, having withdrawn into the crowd, paused for a split second before suddenly lunging back toward Yun Xiong.

“Strike!”

“Eight Swords of Wind and Cloud!” he chanted, his soft sword enveloped in thick sword energy that streaked through the air like countless shadows, slashing toward Yun Xiong in a frenzy.

“Swish, swish, swish!” The sound of the sword cutting through the air echoed continuously.

Unable to dodge, Yun Xiong displayed no panic. Calmly, he raised his arms, shielding his face, and gently closed his eyes. The youth’s soft sword attacked Yun Xiong from every angle, but instead of the sound of steel piercing flesh, there was a series of crisp metallic clinks.

After completing his flurry of strikes, the youth retreated, his expression revealing frustration. Yun Xiong stood unscathed, his robe slightly torn in places but his skin unmarred. The spots where the soft sword had struck bore only faint white marks, nothing more.

“Damn it, I knew that Azure Cloud Sect’s bear had a tough body, but this is ridiculous. I can’t even break through his defense; how am I supposed to fight him?” the youth muttered bitterly.

Opposite him, Yun Xiong slowly lowered his arms once the youth’s attack ceased, wearing a relaxed smile.

“Done already? My turn now, right?” Yun Xiong grinned, flashing his teeth.

The youth immediately tensed, bracing for another barrage of Yun Xiong’s ferocious blows. But instead of punching, Yun Xiong extended his arm, his fingers spread wide as he reached toward the youth.

“Dragon Grasp!”

An invisible force locked onto the youth, followed by a powerful pull that yanked him forward.

“What?!” The youth’s face turned pale. He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

“Hmph, did you think I was standing still all this time? This Dragon Grasp was specially prepared for you,” Yun Xiong sneered.

Terror filled the youth’s eyes. He specialized in deflecting power, allowing Yun Xiong to strike as fiercely as he pleased, confident he could evade each blow. But now Yun Xiong was pulling him closer, making his usual tactics useless. Trying to deflect the force would only bring him closer, sealing his fate.

“Hold!” The youth gritted his teeth, expending all his spiritual energy to anchor himself.

But Yun Xiong, having waited so long for this moment, had no intention of letting the youth slip away. Increasing the suction force, Yun Xiong pulled the youth steadily closer, drawing out the fear in his eyes. He knew that once Yun Xiong had him in his grip, escape would be impossible.

“Fear not, Senior Brother! I’ll help!” another Thunder Valley disciple shouted as he leaped forward, sword in hand, aiming to break Yun Xiong’s technique.

“Hah! Are you blind or just plain stupid? Did you think the Azure Cloud Sect has no one to stop you?”

Before the Thunder Valley disciple could reach Yun Xiong, he was intercepted by a figure—it was Second Senior Brother Luo Junyuan.

Having been on guard for such interferences, Luo Junyuan immediately moved to counter.

“Damn it! Azure Cloud Sect is breaking the rules! Everyone, don’t wait—charge together!” The Thunder Valley disciple shouted, feigning outrage as more disciples rushed forward.

“You think numbers scare us? Bring it on!”

Azure Cloud Sect disciples, including Shan Qing and the Fifth Elder’s true disciples, sprang into action, clashing with their counterparts in a chaotic melee. As Yun Xiong and the effeminate youth’s duel reached a critical point, both sects erupted into an all-out battle.

Hiding nearby, Shen Lian didn’t rush in just yet. For now, Azure Cloud Sect had the upper hand, with slightly more disciples than Thunder Valley. Several disciples, including Lu E, remained on the sidelines, not yet joining the fray.

Shen Lian glanced at Lu E, dismissing him for the moment. Seeing that his senior brothers were in no immediate danger, he decided to quietly make his way toward the barrier containing the flying swords.

Once at the restriction, Shen Lian eyed the swords eagerly. He clenched his fist, gathering spiritual energy, and punched the barrier.

“Stop!” A furious shout echoed behind him just as his fist was raised.

Shen Lian hadn’t expected anyone to notice him, but he wasn’t too concerned. He completed his punch, striking the barrier.

“Damn it!” The voice behind him grew angrier, and the attacker unleashed a surge of energy as he charged at Shen Lian.

“Boom!” Shen Lian’s punch landed, causing the space to ripple. The barrier trembled but remained intact.

“It’s this tough?” Shen Lian murmured, surprised.

But he couldn’t attack again as the figure from behind had already reached him. Turning around, Shen Lian was stunned to see that his pursuer was none other than Lu E.

Lu E clearly recognized Shen Lian, a brief look of surprise flashing across his face. But instead of hesitating, he intensified his assault.

“What?” Shen Lian frowned, swiftly gathering spiritual energy in his right fist to meet Lu E’s attack.