Chapter 14: Jiang Li vs Xuanzi (1/1)
"Old man, you're pretty confident, aren't you?"
Jiang Li let out a cold laugh and patted Xiao You's head.
Without hesitation, Xiao You opened its mouth and spat out a three-section staff.
The staff was deep crimson throughout, with black ends on each segment.
It was none other than the special-grade cursed tool from Jujutsu Kaisen—"Playful Cloud"!
Its ability was to amplify physical attack power, with its upper limit depending on the user's physical strength.
Jiang Li already possessed physical strength comparable to a Soul Douluo. Combined with the amplification of Playful Cloud, it was like adding wings to a tiger!
Xuanzi still hadn't taken it seriously.
He didn't believe a wooden-looking three-section staff could harm him.
"Kid, take this!"
Xuanzi shouted, his figure suddenly bursting forward.
A Level 98 Super Douluo's physical strength was monstrous even without soul skills. Just pure body power alone far surpassed a Soul Douluo.
He stomped the ground, shattering the courtyard's stone slabs instantly.
His palm, covered in calluses and carrying overwhelming force, struck toward Jiang Li's chest.
The wind of the palm tore through the air with a piercing scream.
Jiang Li's pupils narrowed—but he did not retreat.
He stepped forward instead.
With a sharp flick of his wrist, the crimson-black staff extended and collided precisely with Xuanzi's palm.
CLANG—!
A metallic impact rang out, shaking the surrounding trees.
Xuanzi felt an unexpected surge of force through his palm—his arm went slightly numb.
His expression changed.
This kid's weapon is strange!
Before he could react, Jiang Li twisted his wrist. The staff coiled around Xuanzi's arm like a serpent.
The segments locked with a strangling force, attempting to bind him.
Xuanzi snorted coldly and forced his muscles outward, breaking the restraint slightly.
With his other hand, he threw a powerful punch straight at Jiang Li's face.
Jiang Li shifted sideways like a ghost, narrowly dodging.
At the same time, he swung the staff toward Xuanzi's ribs.
BOOM!
The strike landed solidly. Xuanzi blocked in time, but the impact still shook his arm.
"Interesting!"
Xuanzi's eyes lit up with excitement, his attacks becoming more ferocious.
His fists and kicks were wide and brutal, each strike carrying earth-shattering force. The courtyard ground collapsed further with each collision.
Jiang Li moved like a drifting shadow.
The staff in his hands came alive—sometimes a sweeping whip, sometimes a piercing strike.
Every hit aimed at Xuanzi's weak points.
Each collision sent waves of pain through Xuanzi's body.
Dozens of exchanges passed in an instant.
Xuanzi missed a punch.
Jiang Li seized the opening and closed in instantly.
Left palm aimed at Xuanzi's chest, while the staff swept toward his knee.
Xuanzi reacted quickly, bending his legs and pressing down with his palm to neutralize the attack.
But in that instant—
Jiang Li's eyes sharpened.
His left hand shifted from palm to claw, locking onto Xuanzi's wrist.
His waist twisted violently, channeling all strength into his right arm.
The staff roared through the air and smashed into Xuanzi's shoulder.
BOOM!
A heavy impact.
Xuanzi was forced back three steps.
Cracks spread under his feet.
He looked down—his shoulder was torn, and faint blood seeped out.
"You actually injured me!"
Xuanzi raised his head sharply, his old eyes flashing with fierce light.
The numbness in his shoulder made his expression turn grim.
As a peak-level Super Douluo, when had he ever suffered such humiliation—especially from someone without soul power?
He was enraged.
"Humph!"
Xuanzi snorted, no longer holding back.
His ferocity erupted completely. He took a deep breath, and earthy-yellow soul power exploded like a volcano.
Not to use soul skills—but to reinforce his body.
"I've lived nearly a hundred years, and this is the first time I've been pushed this far by a brat!"
He moved.
He abandoned all technique.
One stomp collapsed the ground into a pit.
His arms swelled violently, turning into massive shadows filled with crushing pressure.
A purely physical strike aimed at Jiang Li's face.
Jiang Li's expression turned serious.
He spun the staff into a dense storm of strikes.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Rapid collisions filled the air like rain.
Xuanzi's raw power repeatedly forced the staff aside.
The courtyard shattered further.
Wood fragments and dust filled the air.
"You've got strength, kid—but not enough ruthlessness!"
Xuanzi roared, switching to reckless, injury-for-injury combat.
One arm blocked the staff, the other struck toward Jiang Li's waist like a whip.
Jiang Li dodged, barely.
BOOM!
Xuanzi's fist missed, tearing Jiang Li's robe apart with sheer wind pressure.
Jiang Li's staff struck Xuanzi's elbow.
CRACK!
A bone fracture.
Xuanzi's arm trembled, momentum broken.
"Now!"
Jiang Li surged forward like lightning.
The staff extended into a spear, aimed straight at Xuanzi's heart.
Too fast to dodge.
Xuanzi made a split-second decision—he took it head-on.
BOOM!
His chest caved in slightly.
But he smiled.
"Kid… it's over!"
He grabbed the staff tightly with one arm, locking it in place, while the other seized Jiang Li's wrist.
At close range, Jiang Li lost weapon advantage.
"You think just a staff can beat me? Naive!"
Xuanzi's eyes turned savage.
He gathered all strength into his palm, preparing to crush Jiang Li's shoulder.
The air screamed under the pressure.
Jiang Li's wrist was locked in pain—but his expression remained calm.
A playful smile appeared.
"Old man… getting anxious already?"