Liu Xing channeled his qi into his hands. The gauntlets greedily absorbed his qi. He allowed this for several moments, and electricity began to form around the gauntlets. Arcs of lightning, like tiny threads, danced around his arm. The longer he let the gauntlets absorb his qi, the more threads appeared. Soon, more than dozens of lightning threads gathered in front of his palms, creating two balls of lightning, one in each hand. He continued to feed the gauntlets qi. The lightning balls grew larger. When they reached the size of chicken eggs, he realized that if he did not stop, the gauntlets would absorb his qi endlessly. He cut off the qi flow to his hands, and the lightning balls and threads around his gauntlets stabilized.

He lowered his stance, pulled back his right hand, and with all his might, unleashed a powerful palm strike. As he struck, the lightning ball exploded, flashing brightly. Several bolts shot from his palm, accompanied by a deafening boom that seemed to shake the earth. The lightning raced across the lake's surface, branching out like the roots of a tree and illuminated the entire area.

Observing this attack, Liu Xing whistled. "What a powerful move."

He unleashed another lightning strike from his left hand. Just as before, a lightning attack shot from his hand, branching like real lightning that would burn anything in its path. Witnessing this second attack, he understood its incredible power. It was no wonder the Shadow Wolf Gang had been successful, and no wonder Yan Tianfei and Wu Dataou had dared to kill their friends for such strength.

"Though, I suspect my attack is stronger than theirs, since I cultivate using the Lightning Scripture," Liu Xing mused.

He checked his qi reserves. The gauntlets used a large amount of qi. He guessed he could unleash about five or six more attacks before his qi was completely spent. This wasn't too bad. The power from these Thunderstrike Gauntlets was worth the cost. Still, compared to his gun, it felt somewhat wasteful of qi.

"Now, let's try to enhance the attack using my gun."

Summoning his gun to his left hand, Liu Xing took a deep breath.

He sent qi to his right hand. Instantly, threads of lightning began to coalesce into a ball in his palm. When the lightning ball reached the size of a marble, he stopped his qi and willed his gun to absorb the lightning ball, expecting it to convert into a bullet. But after several moments, nothing happened.

Trying harder, he commanded the gun to absorb the ball of qi, but again, nothing occurred. Seeing his first experiment fail, he released the lightning strike and pinched his chin thoughtfully.

"Looks like the gun can't absorb that ball of lightning."

It was unexpected. Apparently, techniques created by treasures could not be converted into bullets. But while surprising, he did not feel discouraged. After all, he could explore other methods.

He sent his qi again, but instead of the gauntlets, he directed it into his gun, creating six bullets inside. He had never reabsorbed normal bullets into his qi before, but since he could absorb bullets infused with beast cores, he figured he could reabsorb normal bullets too. Indeed, when he willed it, he felt the six bullets meld into one, becoming liquid, and then travel from his gun to his left hand and into his chest. Then, he willed this obedient qi to his right hand and into the gauntlet.

When the qi settled into the gauntlet, he expected to see dozens of electric threads around it, but that was not what happened. Instead, a white ball of lightning, about the size of an apple, suddenly materialized in front of his palm, as if someone had teleported it there. There was no fanfare, no cool lightning threads forming the ball. It simply appeared. Seeing this, Liu Xing grinned. While the process was different, the end result was the same.

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"Now let's see how strong this lightning attack is."

Liu Xing inhaled and thrust his palm forward. Suddenly, a blinding white light enveloped the area. An explosion, like thousands of lightning strikes hitting a single target simultaneously, erupted.

White lightning bolts, branching so rapidly they appeared as a thousand white lightning strikes, materialized before Liu Xing, as if he had suddenly touched a giant blue wall that had materialized out of nowhere. His palm thrust was aimed low, so these thousands of lightning strikes impacted the surface of the lake. When the attack touched the lake, the water lurched violently, as if a giant hammer had struck it, creating huge waves and sending water splashing into the sky, forming a light rain.

As Liu Xing watched this attack, his eyes widened, and his ears rang. The scale of the attack was enormous. He suspected it could envelop the giant turtle he had killed in the Dragon Skull Forest in a single strike.

Taking a deep breath as the light rain soaked him, Liu Xing couldn't help but laugh. That attack was strong. Really strong. But it could still be improved. It was a great area-of-effect attack, but he felt he could concentrate it further, making it even stronger. Or, he could spread the attack wider, making each lightning strike weaker but able to hit far more targets at the same time.

Full of energy and curiosity, Liu Xing sent qi to his gun, reabsorbed the qi from the bullets, and created another ball of white lightning in front of his palm.

Then, he thrust his palm again.

***

"Insane. This is insane!" Bai Lin commented as he peeked from his hut, spying on the youngster from the Purple Moon Sect.

The young man stood on the lake's shore, cackling gleefully like a child while unleashing horrifying attacks that made the world tremble. Each attack lit up the world as if the sun had suddenly descended in the middle of the night. He assaulted the lake relentlessly as if it had cursed his mother and his nine generations.

Bai Lin understood what was happening. This youngster was experimenting with his technique. Sometimes the attack was narrower, about the size of his hut, striking the lake at one point until the water parted. Other times, the attack was so wide it covered the whole lake.

When the youngster had arrived, Bai Lin had not realized how formidable he was. While Bai Lin's cultivation was low, he had knowledge of many things, including attacks from cultivators at the peak of the Lock Opening Realm, even Core Splitting cultivators, and he knew with certainty that this attack was comparable to one from a Core Splitting cultivator.

As the world trembled and his hut rattled, struggling to remain standing, Bai Lin couldn't help but smile. This youngster was incredibly strong, and with his background, the chances of him successfully dealing with Wei Yi were high.

"Looks like my decision was right," Bai Lin muttered.

Wei Yi was strong and formidable. The lightning attack from this youngster was powerful but likely could barely damage Wei Yi. Still, Bai Lin expected Liu Xing could gather several exceptional people to gang up on Wei Yi, or even use talismans to attack him. After all, talented disciples like Liu Xing were usually backed by strong allies.

As he considered this, Bai Lin saw Liu Xing change his stance.

Before, he had used his right hand to attack, while his left hand was in a strange position, as if holding something invisible. Now, he combined his hands, making them resemble a blooming flower. A ball of lightning formed between his hands, and he began to chant.

"Ka, me, ha, me..."

The energy ball began to grow. Before, it had been the size of a chicken egg, then it was the size of an apple, and now it was growing even larger. Liu Xing's hands now held a large ball of white lightning, about the size of a ball, and adjusted his stance and aimed his hands to the sky.

Observing this, Bai Lin knew what Liu Xing was doing. This attack was three times the normal size, requiring both hands to hold it. Sensing the qi emitted from the ball, Bai Lin's feet and body trembled like a newborn deer. This lightning ball felt incredibly powerful, as if the sky had been compressed into a ball, waiting to be unleashed.

Bai Lin's brain screamed at him to dive under the table to protect himself. The aftermath of that attack would be so strong he suspected his hut would be blown away. But Bai Lin's heart insisted he should not hide. While his cultivation was low, his talent meager, and he lived without pursuing power, he was still a cultivator. He wanted to compare himself to other cultivators. Even knowing he was outclassed by Liu Xing, he wanted to witness the full strength of this attack.

"I want to see!" he shouted.

As he yelled, Liu Xing also shouted, "Ha!"

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