Chapter 165: Chapter 118: Set Yin and Yang, Divide the Two Principles, An Eye for an Eye (Part 2)

Compared with cultivators of Qi and Blood in the same realm, at least three times stronger.

Though it doesn’t show on the surface, essentially it is immensely powerful...

The strong ones in Qi Cultivation might not be too familiar with Body Refining Martial Arts, perhaps only seeing through the fog without clear vision; but facing a pioneer in Body Cultivation, it might be hard to cover up.

’I’m not pretending anymore, I’m revealing my cards.’

Chen Ping shook his head, gave a glance full of sly amusement at Gao Yue’s smiling face, looked at the murderous Tong Biao, turned his head to contemplate, and sighed: "To be honest, Hall Master Gao, my sword technique is not well-mastered, I can’t exactly handle the weight.

It’s fine to duel with Senior Brother Tong, but if I accidentally exert too much force, any injury would be unfortunate."

"What?"

Tong Biao almost couldn’t believe his ears.

What does this mean?

The opponent agreed.

Afraid of injuring himself.

Before he could mock, he heard Master Gao chuckling and saying: "In sword duels, injuries are inevitable... With the danger of battle, life and death are fate.

Even if my nephew kills my disciple with one sword, your Master Gao would only feel relieved, never harboring resentment.

Go, use all your skills, let my disciple properly witness the excellence of Primordial Martial Arts Hall."

"So be it, great."

Chen Ping wasted no more words, gave Han Xiaoru a calm signal.

Carrying the great sword, he stepped into the martial arena.

Once he was in the arena, silence enveloped the surroundings.

Not because of his imposing presence but because no one had the mind to utter even a single word.

Both stood in the arena, and almost simultaneously they moved.

The movement was as earth-shattering as a thunderbolt.

Tong Biao’s heart brewed killing intent for a long time...

He deeply hated Chen Ping for rescuing others and with one sword, repelling him.

Thinking he lost face badly, how could he engage slowly with techniques...

His figure crouched and leaped, his form resembled a wolf, and his sword momentum was like a wolf.

As the sword edge trembled, starlight shimmered, transforming into a phantom of a hungry wolf howling to the sky, with the wolf’s snout biting towards Chen Ping’s throat, claws reaching for the sides of his chest.

This move came out perfectly, not only preemptively blocking Chen Ping’s sword lift but displaying the true essence of the Seven Stars Dubhe Sword Technique with striking intensity.

Gathering vitality from all directions, merging Qi with the sword, divine will with intent, instilling killing intent...

With just one thrust, it seemed to erupt with a bloody ferocity, chilling the heart.

"Swoosh..."

Around, a chorus of gasps echoed.

Not just Han Xiaoru, even Han Wushang frowned deeply this time, feeling restless.

Previously, when Changkong Martial Arts Hall’s senior brother Li Yangguang unleashed his sword, it was only through using techniques like the "Star Essence Infusion" that aligned with Blood Demon Dissolving Technique, he could manifest the Greed Wolf phantom with Seven Stars Sword Technique.

But presently, Tong Biao, solely relying on his enlightenment of sword techniques, without utilizing any explosive moves, had reached such a realm.

No need to question the sword technique, it undoubtedly has reached Great Success.

Though Seven Stars Sword Technique holds only sword skill heritage, lacking integration with heart techniques.

Yet, solely relying on sword maneuvers, it ranks among the top ten in the world, famed for its unparalleled ferocity in battle.

Li Yangguang’s sword style conjured the Greed Wolf phantom, with one sword severing Zhang Gu’s Black Gold Greatsword, breaking his Primordial Silver Body, piercing right through.

It’s easy to imagine the astounding power of this sword.

Tong Biao opened with a killing move, prompting Gao Yue to nod repeatedly, while onlookers were equally astounded.

Thinking, if facing him as an opponent, besides retreating strategically, evading to reduce force, there were no other options.

However, Seven Stars Sword Technique emphasizes momentum, confronting this sword, once retreating, under the pull of Qi Mechanism, one would surely be constrained everywhere, ending in inevitable demise.

Suddenly, as the Seven Stars Dubhe Greed Wolf phantom charged forward, blood about to spill in the martial arena...

The crowd’s vision blurred, feeling the whole venue dim slightly.

Not due to weather changes.

Rather, in the center, the figure in blue wielding a great sword suddenly also moved.

Moving forward, sword raised high.

Familiar to the crowd was that this sword, be it sword handling or body movement, was identical to Han Xiaoru’s attack method earlier.

Exactly one of the Primordial Sword Thirty-Six Forms.

[Set Yin and Yang].

When Han Xiaoru wielded this sword, it was like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, aggressive and intense.

Now when Chen Ping used it, it resembled a spirited crane soaring to the sky...

The sword style descended with a rumble, as if the entire sky was collapsing, engulfing all light in its shadow.

Sand flew and stones rolled, a tempest roared...

Though his figure seemed foolishly charging toward Tong Biao’s sword edge.

Yet, as the sword momentum fell, the air compressed, roaring like a stormy sea, unexpectedly stopping the Dubhe Sword Technique from piercing throat and sides.

The strangest part, despite being the latter to move, his sword momentum seized the lead... Before the opponent stabbed the throat, he’d already struck upon the opponent’s head.

"If you dare continue thrusting, I’ll dare to cut you into two pieces."

Chen Ping’s sword language simply and concisely informed everyone of a truth.

More evident than this truth, everyone, including Tong Biao, understood fully.

That Dubhe Killing Sword might not pierce Chen Ping, but this Set Yin and Yang could surely slay the opponent.

This sword, not only weighty.

Weighty like a collapsing mountain, like a falling sky.

The sheer force pressed Tong Biao’s face till scrunched up, distorting his expression to the point his eyes could hardly open.

This sword, also exceedingly swift.

So swift that even though Tong Biao attacked first, it couldn’t match the overwhelming speed of Chen Ping’s descending slash.