Stranger Danger-Chapter 1217: The Staff That Gathers The Storm

But now, it was a dream no longer. He was now standing right beside the man.

“I would not dare to make you address me as the Mountain King, Mad Lord. Just address me as Wang Shan,” Wang Shan replied while slowly walking down from the tip of the White Storm.

Wang Shan spoke and walked slowly, but his intonation was clear, and his footsteps were very steady. When he finally reached the ground, the White Storm had also come to a standstill behind Wang Shan’s back. It was as if a massive mountain had completely stopped it in its tracks.

No matter how hard it blew, Wang Shan did not move a muscle. Not a single gust of wind managed to blow past Wang Shan and reach Ye Qing either.

“Mad Lord is just a title the jianghu gave me. You shouldn’t take it seriously,” Ye Qing responded. After his identity was unearthed, the titles such as “Qing Emperor Junior” and “Mad Lord” had naturally spread across the entire jianghu like fire.

“Why have you come today, Brother Wang? Is it for the goods, or the art?”

By goods, he was referring to the Earthly Sovereign Bell, and by art, he was referring to the honing of one’s martial arts.

“I have come for the Earthly Sovereign Bell,” Wang Shan answered.

“Oh? I was expecting a different answer,” Ye Qing said curiously.

Although Wang Shan’s martial talent was extraordinary, his fortune could only be described as pitiful. Thankfully, he didn’t believe in so-called opportunity and fortune either. He never banked on inheritances to bail him out, nor did he ever use a Strange Artifact when fighting against others. The only one he trusted and relied on was himself.

Naturally, Ye Qing was quite surprised to hear that Wang Shan had come for the Earthly Sovereign Bell.

“Someone requested me to do this. I have no choice but to see it through,” Wang Shan replied honestly.

“I see. I understand.”

Ye Qing exclaimed in realization before holding out a hand. “You may begin, Brother Wang.”

“Aren’t you going to use Blue Demon, Brother Ye?” Wang Shan asked in puzzlement.

“The rumors say that you don’t use a Strange Artifact. Therefore, I’m not going to use one as well. This is fair, don’t you think?” Ye Qing smiled.

Wang Shan fell silent for a moment before replying, “In that case, here I come.”

Wang shan began walking toward Ye Qing. Every time he took a step, he would grow ten meters. Three steps later, he was thirty meters tall and big like a giant.

At the same time, Wang Shan’s face had turned yellow like yellow earth, and his skin coarse like rock and stone. Crevices and lines criss-crossed his skin and gave him the appearance of a mountain. His aura felt thick, heavy, and barbaric.

It was like he was an ancient mountain god.

This was the result of Wang Shan’s “Mountain Art”. It changed his body and force into something resembling a mountain. It was called the Mountain True Body.

Wang Shan had never practiced any profound martial art. Naturally, he did not possess a complete inheritance either. The “Mountain Art” he originally practiced was an unrated martial art, though he later entered the jianghu, boiled down every martial art he was able to learn into its essence, and merged them into the “Mountain Art”. Thanks to this, the “Mountain Art” became much greater than what it was. It was also how the Mountain True Body came to be.

Because of this, the Mountain True Body was neither the martial true body of a body-tempering warrior, nor a natural image forged by a mental warrior. And yet, it possessed the qualities of both.

Wang Shan made a tugging motion, and the White Storm that was absolutely annihilating the wasteland behind him rushed into his palms. It formed a huge staff that was about three hundred meters long.

Then, Wang Shan swung it straight at Ye Qing.

The mountain is my body, and the storm is my staff. When the staff swings, mountains and rivers shall quake in fear!

The sky was shaking, the earth was trembling, the sun and moon were cowering, and the mountains and rivers were quaking even before the staff descended.

“Well met!”

Ye Qing’s eyes lit up like yin and yang as he too grew bigger, taller, and dark yellow in color.

Unlike Wang Shan’s Mountain True Body, Ye Qing had only grown a little over a meter. He looked like an ant compared to Wang Shan.

However, Ye Qing’s aura was as lofty as the dark sky and as dense as the earth. It was a height that could not be scaled, a steadiness that could not be threatened.

Right now, he was a celestial who stood between heaven and earth, yin and yang, qian and kun.

Wang Shan might be able to cower the sun and moon and shake the mountains and rivers, but how could he possibly threaten the endless sky? Unseat the bottomless ground?

Therefore, Ye Qing’s only response toward the descending staff was to lift a hand and open his hand wide. He caught it.

Thump!

What followed was a muffled crack of thunder that resounded throughout the sky and the earth.

Ye Qing didn’t move. His arm and fingers didn’t budge even a little. In comparison, the stormy staff Wang Shan had created from a literal storm was breaking inch by inch.

As soon as the staff broke, Ye Qing clenched his fingers and annihilated the wind and force that seeped out of it.

And so the sky was clear, and the air was still once more.

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“Young master, is it just me, or does Wang Shan’s staff feel like it has more bark than bite?”

Nearly ten kilometers away on a hilltop, a man in his thirties and a child about thirteen or fourteen years old were watching the battle. The man was dressed like a scholar, and the child a student. The man was sitting, and the child was lying on the ground.

The scholar possessed a handsome face and an attractive smile. However, he was currently giving off a lazy, unruly air.

The student looked like he was built out of jade and powdered with makeup, young and cute.

Right now, the student was scrunching up his tiny face and lying on the ground on all fours. On top of his back was a paper and a wolf hair brush that was writing something furiously on the paper.

That’s right. The wolf hair brush wasn’t held by anyone. It was writing using its own power as if it was sentient.

As for the scholar, he was leaning against a tree and popping grapes out of his sleeve and into his mouth from time to time. He looked like he was having a great time.

Hearing the student’s complaint, the scholar answered lazily, “That’s because you only saw what’s on the surface and not what’s underneath. Wang Shan the Mountain King is a master at utilizing the world and borrowing its power. That is why his fights are always world-shaking and earth-shattering.”

“This staff of his is created out of the surrounding storm, so it naturally possesses immense power. Forget a Great Trueman or Great Grandmaster, even a Half-Sage must get out of his way.”

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