Chapter 160: Chapter 116: Gambling with Lives, Breaking All Rules (Part 3)

Even if someone reacted, no one could act swiftly enough to stop it.

Li Yangguang, the senior disciple of Changkong Martial Arts Hall, seemed to have long planned this. He silently completed the Celestial Star Infusion, willing to ruin his Essence Foundation.

His face was ghastly pale, tinged with a sense of tragic determination, as he broke through Zhang Gu’s Silver Body with full force, stabbing three inches deep.

He was about to twist his wrist to increase the force, cutting across to shred his opponent’s heart apart.

In his eyes, the Primordial Martial Arts Hall’s Body Refining Technique, akin to an iron-shelled tortoise, was undeniably formidable.

At the same level, opponents couldn’t break through its defense at all.

However, once the defense was breached, the opponent could only await death.

Though utilizing "Star Power Infusion" would ruin his foundation, possibly requiring him to rebuild his skills from scratch.

But his master had promised that his younger siblings could become direct disciples of the Changkong Martial Arts Hall... and he could receive precious medication to rebuild his body, rerouting his Heart Technique wouldn’t matter at that point.

Even if ten years were lost, winning this duel and acquiring the Primordial Golden Body Technique would be worthwhile.

"Do you think you’ve won?" Zhang Gu, with his broad, honest, bronze face, still calm and unperturbed, had a glint of realization in his eyes.

After his sword broke, unable to block the opponent’s advancing sword momentum, he simply chose not to block.

Instead of retreating, he took a large step forward.

Swish...

Just as Li Yangguang prepared to vibrate his wrist, he found his arm becoming heavy.

The area ahead of his longsword was empty, already pierced through, reaching the hilt.

"This is..."

Before he could release his grip and retreat, the large face before him suddenly broke into a smile.

With a hint of mockery.

A heavy hand slapped onto his right chest.

[Primordial Palm]

With a dull "boom," Li Yangguang’s right chest half-collapsed, his body plummeting backward like a kite with a broken string, flying three meters back, landing heavily on the ground, spurting blood from his mouth.

Struggling to get up, his head spun, his insides boiled, unable to circulate his Inner Qi.

"You forgot, our Primordial Martial Arts Hall cultivates Qi and Blood, refines the body... formidable in life, unmatched in death." Zhang Gu grinned with white teeth, appearing even more honest.

His body swayed, with a sword piercing from his chest to his back, creating a large hole.

Blood flowed freely, yet he remained standing.

Li Yangguang, too, remained upright...

For some reason, even though he struck first, with both at their last gasp, just a few breaths away from death, his momentum was suppressed.

"Did it really have to come to this?"

Han Wushang’s face twitched, having arrived at the training ground unnoticed.

"Let’s call this a draw."

His face was gloomy, clearly not expecting the opponent to incite a disciple to use desperate techniques.

It was just a competition, yet it escalated to a life-and-death struggle, utterly nonsensical: "Senior Brother Gao, any objections?"

"Since Junior Brother Han says it’s a draw, then a draw it is, I have no objections.

Your disciple, if not saved, is doomed to die.

Through the years, he’s been your hall’s only disciple to refine the Silver Body... losing him would indeed be a pity."

Gao Yue, smiling, waved to have his disciples carry Li Yangguang away.

The injuries of his disciple were mostly self-inflicted from the Star-Attracting Essence Infusion. The palm strike merely broke a few bones, causing external shocks, which were relatively insignificant.

This battle ended in mutual destruction, both nearly losing their lives, but indeed, their disciple was the first to injure the opponent, offering a more favorable appearance.

The key concern was, after this battle, who else from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall dared to enter the arena? Who could?

Without a disciple who refined to the Silver Body Realm, the Primordial Martial Arts Hall’s disciples’ morale dropped significantly.

Lacking adequate strength, they might crumble in just a few moves.

"Next, who would like to face the Primordial Martial Arts Hall’s master skills?"

Gao Yue said blandly.

He appeared to disregard the lives of his disciples.

"Master, disciple volunteers to go."

A sturdy man with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes suddenly leapt into the arena, eyes flashing with vicious intent.

Holding his sword horizontally at his chest.

"It’s Tong Biao, the third disciple of Changkong Martial Arts Hall."

"Before joining the hall, he was rumored to be a Wen Mountain Beast Child, nursed by wolves, extremely ferocious.

In an internal competition, he crippled his second senior brother...

But, because of his exceptional swordsmanship talent, he was only punished, not expelled from the hall."

"It’s said that during internal sword competitions at Changkong Martial Arts Hall, even Li Yangguang was reluctant to spar with him.

The reason was simple, whenever he sparred, it appeared as if he was out for blood... Seeing the vicious Qi Mechanism on him, I suspect he secretly practiced with human targets, certainly holding many lives under his hand."

"The key is, he clearly doesn’t value life, always ready to employ the life-risking Star Power Infusion technique, who in the Primordial Martial Arts Hall can oppose that?"

The surroundings erupted in murmurs.

Everyone understood, Gao Yue was determined to win this duel.

Using disciples’ lives as a path forward.

Even with such unscrupulous explosive skills, willing to sacrifice a life, the Primordial Martial Arts Hall indeed found it hard to handle.

"I will go."

Before Han Xiaoru could speak, a young man with a jade-like face, broad shoulders, and a strong back stood behind Han Wushang, it was Gu Chen.

His face filled with grief and indignation, ready to confront Tong Biao in a life-or-death battle.

"Let me go, Junior Brother, it’s my turn anyway." Han Xiaoru’s brows furrowed, coldly gazing at the ferocious Tong Biao.

Her tone undeniable, "Junior Brother’s strength surpasses mine, a solid finale appearance can’t fail.

This fight, I won’t lose, at worst, a draw."

"Xiaoru..."

Sima Rou suddenly spoke, her face full of reluctance.

Han Wushang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately did not.

"Mother, so many junior brothers are watching. Don’t worry, defeating me isn’t that easy.

If we falter in this fight, can our Primordial Martial Arts Hall continue?"

Saying this, she turned away, her greatsword unsheathed, stepping into the arena.

Thus, Chen Ping finally understood why so many outer disciples revered Han Xiaoru.

It must not be only because of her stunning beauty, but her genuine bravery in times of need.

Just think about it, a girl who is kind-hearted daily, caring for junior brothers, daring enough to risk everything in times of trouble, leading the charge, how could she not have prestige?

However, Chen Ping had some understanding of Han Xiaoru’s abilities and felt uneasy.

He thought she wouldn’t be able to defeat the opponent.

Chen Ping, having perfected the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword and mastered the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword, claimed to be a "master" of swordsmanship.

He had long seen that the man named Tong Biao was in fact much stronger than the first disciple Li Yangguang of the Changkong Martial Arts Hall.

Tong Biao’s murderous intent was nearly tangible, resonating with his long sword.

This feeling was familiar...

Chen Ping understood, Tong Biao might truly be a swordsmanship prodigy.

Almost ready to form the prototype of Sword Intent.

If he were to use the explosive technique of Star Power Infusion again...

The results would be disastrous.

Even Zhang Gu’s Primordial Silver Body couldn’t block that sword, could Han Xiaoru withstand it?

Chen Ping’s pupils contracted as he pushed past the other outer disciples, quietly moving closer.

Sometimes, the rules were important, sometimes not.

This time, he was ready to break them.