Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1638 - 378: Ice Soul Divine Tiger Fist and Yin Yang Turtle

Woo woo~

The cold wind blew, sweeping up the snow on the ground, as Chen Jiusi and Du Zundao exchanged glances, Du Zundao’s aura pressed onto him without reservation.

At this moment, Chen Jie felt as if he was eyed by a fierce tiger descending the mountain; looking at Du Zundao, he seemed to see a ferocious White Tiger behind him, followed by ice and snow, the sky full of snowflakes. Seeing all this, Chen Jie took a deep breath.

Indeed, the pressure was tremendous, but since he chose to fight for the Qiankun Great Method, Chen Jiusi never intended to back down.

Backing down would never capture this Qiankun Great Method, if one were truly that fearful, why come at all?

Chen Jie was not intimidated by Du Zundao’s terrifying aura; instead, he stepped forward to confront Du Zundao, a dragon’s roar resonating behind him.

At the same time, a force directly moved towards Du Zundao; Du Zundao felt Chen Jie’s formidable aura and raised her head as if seeing a fire dragon roaring to the sky behind her, its roar shaking the land.

Du Zundao narrowed his eyes, a hostile presence, not someone easily dismissed.

There was no other way but to strike, truly stubborn, not hitting the wall won’t give up; if so, don’t blame me for leaving no way back.

Thinking so, Du Zundao struck directly, fists moving like a tiger roaring in the forest, with a faint sound of tiger’s howl in the air.

As his fists swung, a powerful physical force stirred the cold ice qi behind him, immediately freezing ice shards in the air, which shot towards Chen Jie’s throat with a fist swing.

Like ice arrows, the dreadful power of flesh condensing into ice manifested Du Zundao’s might.

This was Du Zundao’s strength. Du Zundao, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Zoroastrian Sect, known in Jianghu as the Mountain Descending Tiger. They say only the name could be wrong, not the nickname. Why is he called Mountain Descending Tiger?

It’s entirely because of his martial arts.

Du Zundao practiced Luohan Fuhu Fist in his early years, the same boxing used by Du Xiong; before thirty, his Luohan Fuhu Fist shook Jianghu, making a big name.

But after thirty, he coincidentally discovered a variant of Tiger Form Boxing, reportedly created by Wang Yanzhang during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, with formidable power.

Named: Ice Soul Divine Tiger Fist!

Cold Ice Attribute, unleashed with the power of a fierce tiger, legend has it, Wang Yanzhang could freeze a river with one punch, allowing soldiers to cross along the river, its power immensely astounding.

Du Zundao obtained the Ice Soul Divine Tiger Fist, further empowering him, securing his place among the Four Great Dharma Kings.

Now demonstrating the Ice Soul Divine Tiger Fist, Du Zundao’s power was astonishing, as ice shards flew directly towards Chen Jie.

Seeing this, Chen Jie raised his hand, and immediately the sound of dragon’s roar reverberated, as he used Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms to forcibly draw magma [Divine Dragon Absorbing Water]

Roar roar...

With the sound of dragon’s roar, magma fireballs floated around Chen Jie, filling the air and forming a chain of fire.

Facing the ice shards, they flew forth.

Two forces collided in the air, causing explosions to erupt simultaneously.

Boom, boom, boom...

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

Ice shards and magma fireballs collided, cold ice qi and flame power mutually cancelling, followed by sizzling sounds like roasting meat, a mist instantly appearing in the air.

As the mist grew denser, it shrouded Chen Jie and Du Zundao in mystery.

Clap clap clap...

As the ice and fire dissipated, magma and ice fire power mutually cancelled, soon chunks of magma dropped to the ground, forming volcanic ash.

At this moment, neither Chen Jie nor Du Zundao moved, squinting through the dense mist.

Feeling the terrifying mist, Du Zundao’s eyes flashed with cold light; he suddenly moved, leaping into Chen Jie’s flame territory.

Landing, a sizzling sound arose, while the floor was ice-sealed creating a foothold.

Chen Jie instantly became alert upon seeing this, gazing around solemnly.

Du Zundao accelerated, suddenly appearing behind Chen Jie, launching three consecutive punches at Chen Jie’s back, carrying powerful cold ice qi forming ice blades on three sides, aiming to encircle and confine Chen Jie until he was trapped.

Chen Jie, however, refused to wait passively, swiftly using Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms; as the hand technique was released, fire waves surged in the air, enveloping the ice, melting it into water.

This ice water landed and was roasted into mist by the magma’s temperature, enhancing the air’s mist sensation.

Du Zundao hurriedly adjusted afterward, switching from fist to kick, a sudden reverse crescent kick aimed at Chen Jie’s nape; Chen Jie, feeling the gust behind his head, quickly raised his hand.

Bang! Their leg and palm intersected.

Chen Jie was pushed back three steps by the impact, Du Zundao, seeing the advantage, wouldn’t relent, leaped close, and launched double punches, icy like blades slicing through air, directly targeting vital points.

Seeing Du Zundao’s fists coming, Chen Jie raised his hand, deciding to confront head-on, and directly employed Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms [Crossing the River]