Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2187: 508: Sleeping Beauty 1

Capítulo 2187: Chapter 508: Sleeping Beauty 1

The world could have remained calm, yet Yang Cancan was completely freaking out.

She had never dreamed that a person could simply... soar away.

Without any equipment or devices, just pure flight across the skies. In her view, that belonged to the realm of gods.

Yet here it was, unfolding right before her eyes, impossible to dismiss.

Prior to this moment, her affection for Wang Yue had been a mere infatuation; now it blended with profound reverence.

To her, Wang Yue and Xuan Ji were living gods on the mortal plane.

However, it wasn't only Cancan who felt stunned—Xuan Ji was quietly astonished too.

Known as “The Devil’s Hand with a Buddha’s Heart,” he typically unleashed his deadly prowess against beast tribes alone.

He avoided shedding blood from his fellow humans unless absolutely cornered, even in casual bouts.

That's why he had instantly activated “Flight Mode”—the hallmark ability of a Transcendence Realm expert—and sped off right away.

His goal was to demonstrate his velocity to Wang Yue, hoping to discourage the fight altogether.

Yet astonishingly, Wang Yue matched his speed effortlessly, without a hint of strain.

Even more astonishing?

Wang Yue bore an additional passenger during the flight.

This suggested his cultivation might surpass Xuan Ji's own.

How could that be?

Xuan Ji believed his vision. Wang Yue’s “bone age” was surely under twenty—possibly even less. A Transcendence Realm master below twenty, third stage at minimum? Not even elite Sacred Lands produced such geniuses. What was this young man's true origin?

They streaked across the heavens, leaving Kaifeng City far behind in moments. They landed (or suspended) by the northern Yellow River banks.

The vast river wasn't welcoming to humans; its aquatic tribes were infamous for hostility.

Thus, aside from designated ports, the thirty-mile riverbank zone was utter wilderness. Ideal for battle—no bystanders, no risk to innocents.

Acknowledging Wang Yue's comparable strength, Xuan Ji shed his reluctance for the duel. He clasped palms in formal salute.

“I stand at early Phase 3 of the Transcendence Realm. My signature is the Heaven-tier Low-grade Thousand-Leaf Palm of Mercy. Whenever you're set.”

Wang Yue felt admiration. He hadn't anticipated Xuan Ji's upfront honesty, revealing level and key technique pre-fight. Matching the monk's candor, Wang Yue offered a fist-palm salute.

“Transcendence Realm, late Phase 2. My main techniques are the Earth-tier Peak-grade Sky-Shatter Palm and the Heaven-tier Low-grade Wind God Kick.”

Xuan Ji was mildly taken aback by Wang Yue's late Phase 2 claim, but it clicked post-reveal. Leg-focused specialist? That justified the blistering pace.

“Master, please go first,” Wang Yue invited with a challenging gesture.

Xuan Ji didn't dawdle. Committed to the clash, he whispered, “Forgive my offense,” before his palms flickered into motion.

A barrage of palm phantoms surged at Wang Yue, resembling a torrent of force.

“Impressive!” Wang Yue yelled. He grasped its Heaven-tier caliber. Xuan Ji wielded merely two hands, yet delivered hundreds of genuine strikes instantly—no mere afterimages.

Wang Yue countered with his palms against the onslaught. Lacking the shadow multiplicity, his sheer force sufficed.

BOOM.

The impact echoed like an explosion. Each retreated precisely three steps.

“Outstanding!”

Xuan Ji commended, truly amazed that Wang Yue had pinpointed his true palms amid the horde and blocked flawlessly.

No simple task.

Moreover, though not full throttle, he'd committed roughly 70% power. Wang Yue, a phase behind with lesser technique, still tied evenly.

What Xuan Ji overlooked: Wang Yue skipped the Earth-tier palm entirely.

He'd deployed his clan’s mid-grade Jade-Cracker Palm, amplified by “Level 8 Gale” trait, doubling meridian energy spins for heightened potency.

“Master, give it your all,” Wang Yue urged. Rare encounters with worthy foes thrilled him; he craved the thrill.

Xuan Ji agreed with a nod. Witnessing Wang Yue's prowess, he noted inferior “stats” belied superior battle might. No fear of fatal mishaps—he could unleash fully.

They ascended once more, drifting far from Yang Cancan above the river. Combat devolved into rapid-fire flurries.

From the bank, Yang Cancan gaped in awe. Beyond the levitation, the battle's magnitude petrified. Shockwaves birthed colossal waves on the Yellow River, mimicking a raging tempest.

Not yet a full “cultivator,” but nearing it, she'd figured top martial artists outmatched her by ten or twentyfold.

Witnessing this?

She grasped their separate worlds. No longer same caliber beings.

A humbling blow. Yet Cancan's harsh upbringing forged resilience. No self-pity or flight; determination ignited. She yearned not merely to observe, but to wield such might.

Meantime, Wang Yue and Xuan Ji reveled in the duel. At their tier, peers were scarce outside mythic retreats.

Even serene Xuan Ji savored the “warrior’s thrill,” honing skills under duress. Wang Yue profited more; pressure perfected Jade-Cracker Palm and Gale fusion. Previously two spins; now three.

Three spins equaled eightfold power. Crucially, it scaled exponentially—not additive—for the technique.

A mid-grade art at 8x remained shy of “Heaven-tier,” but Wang Yue foresaw instant six-spin mastery. Linking to techniques? Unstoppable devastation.

And palms weren't sole domain. Mastering fusion “formula” allowed universal application. Envision it on Heaven-tier...