Liu Xing channeled his qi into his hands. The gauntlets greedily absorbed his qi. Liu Xing allowed this for several moments, and electricity began to form around the gauntlets, creating several arcs of lightning that danced around his hands, like tiny lightning threads. The longer he let the gauntlets absorb his qi, the more threads appeared. Soon, all the lightning threads gathered in front of his palms, creating two balls of lightning, one in each hand.

Liu Xing continued to let the gauntlets absorb qi. The lightning balls grew larger. When they reached the size of chicken eggs, Liu Xing realized that if he didn't 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.

Liu Xing 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 strike, 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, illuminating the entire area.

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

He unleashed another lightning strike from his left hand. Like before, a lightning attack shot from his hand, branching like real lightning that would burn anyone in its path.

Seeing this attack, Liu Xing realized that this attack was incredibly powerful. No wonder the Shadow Wolf Gang was successful, and no wonder Yan Tianfei and Wu Dataou dared to kill their friends for it.

"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 attacks before his qi was completely spent. This wasn't too bad. The attack from these Thunderstrike Gauntlets was worth it. Still, compared to his gun, it was somewhat wasteful of qi.

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

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

Liu Xing sent qi to his right hand. Instantly, threads of lightning started creating a ball in his palm. When the lightning ball was only the size of a marble, Liu Xing stopped his qi. He then willed his gun to absorb the lightning ball, expecting it to be converted into a bullet.

But after several moments, nothing happened. Trying harder, Liu Xing ordered the gun to absorb the ball of qi, but once again, nothing happened.

Seeing his first experiment fail, Liu Xing 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 couldn't be converted to bullets. But while unexpected, Liu Xing didn't feel discouraged. After all, he could try other methods.

Liu Xing sent his qi again, but instead of the gauntlets, he directed it into his gun, creating six bullets inside. Now, Liu Xing 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, become liquid, and then travel from his gun to his left hand to his chest. Then Liu Xing willed this obedient energy to his right hand and into the gauntlet in his right hand.

When the energy settled into the gauntlet, Liu Xing expected to see dozens of electric threads around it, but that's not what happened. Instead, a white ball of lightning 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 just appeared.

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Seeing this, Liu Xing grinned. While the process was different, the end result was the same.

"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 world. An explosion, like thousands of lightning strikes hitting a single target at the same time, erupted. White lightning bolt that branched so fast it looked like a thousand white lightning strikes materialized in front of Liu Xing, as if he had suddenly touched a giant blue wall that materialized out of nowhere. His palm thrust was aimed low, so these thousands of lightning strikes hit the surface of the lake.

When it 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 and creating light rain.

As Liu Xing watched this attack, his eyes widened and his ears rang. The scale of the attack was suddenly enormous. He suspected it could envelop that giant turtle he'd 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 more, 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 that youngster from 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 of his attacks lit up the world as if the sun had suddenly descended in the middle of the night. He attacked 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 that youngster had arrived, Bai Lin hadn't realized how formidable he was. While Bai Lin's cultivation was low, his Heaven Grade Technique gave him knowledge of many things, including attacks from cultivators at the peak of Lock Opening Realm, even Core Splitting cultivators.

This attack could be compared to one from a Core Splitting cultivator.

As the world trembled and his hut rattled, trying its best to stay 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 thought.

Wei Yi was strong and formidable. The lightning attack from this youngster was strong but 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 thought 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 weird position, as if holding something invisible. Now, he combined his hands, making his hands resemble a blooming flower. A ball of lightning formed between his hands, and he started to chant.

"Ka, me, ha, me."

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

Seeing this, Bai Lin knew what Liu Xing was doing. This attack was three times the normal size, and he needed 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 so powerful, as if the sky had been compressed into this ball, waiting to be unleashed.

Bai Lin's brain told 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 shouldn't 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 with other cultivators. Even knowing he was outclassed by Liu Xing, he wanted to see how strong this attack was.

"I want to see!" he shouted.

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