Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 414 - 167: It’s Settled (2)

"Even with your mastery of Lightweight Skill and Body Technique, it’s still not enough?"

Tang Weizhong furrowed his brow: "With your Lightweight Skill and Body Technique, combined with your Saber Skill, you’re virtually unmatched in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, right?"

"It’s just a bit difficult, but not impossible."

"Who is this guy? He can actually cultivate his Lightweight Skill and Body Technique to such a level."

"I have spent decades in arduous cultivation, thinking my Lightweight Skill and Body Technique were nearly unmatched in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, only to find there’s always someone better."

The man said with a touch of emotion.

He was ninety-eight years old, his potential exhausted, long past the chance to ascend to the Huajin Level.

For this, he painstakingly cultivated Lightweight Skill and Body Technique, Body Refining Technique, and Saber Skill. Through formidable Lightweight Skill, a monstrous physique, and extraordinary Saber Skills, he stood unmatched in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

Only the monstrous geniuses from major forces could challenge him.

"Then it’s fine."

"That kid got poisoned, from just now until now, it’s almost the duration of a stick of incense."

"Go up now, don’t give him a chance to concede." Tang Weizhong said calmly.

"Hey, then I’ll be relieved."

"If I can’t kill him even when he’s poisoned, my name as Blood Blade is in vain."

The man said with a faint smile.

The man’s name was Ni Qiangkun, cultivating the Blood Soul Blade.

Although he hadn’t ascended to Huajin or cultivated True Power, his mastery in Blood-colored Slaughter True Intent had already reached an astonishing level.

It’s just because of his age, his body started to decline, and after multiple failed attempts to ascend to Huajin, he completely lost the opportunity to advance.

"Ha."

"Go on, don’t let others swoop in."

Tang Weizhong, seeing Luo Manghan not continuing the challenge, quickly said.

He estimated that the Calamity Wood Vine Fragrance’s potency was about to take effect. If it happened during Zhao Hao’s fight with other martial artists, and someone seized the opportunity, it would all have been for nothing.

With this lesson, there wouldn’t be another chance like this in the future.

"Alright."

Ni Qiangkun nodded.

At this time Luo Manghan had already turned to leave.

Lin Zheyu listened to the exclamations of the onlooking martial artists, and a powerful, confident, and invincible belief began to swell in his heart.

The aura on his body surged, growing ever stronger.

He always believed that with his willpower and temperament, he wouldn’t care about others’ gazes.

But Lin Zheyu realized he was wrong.

In the voices of admiration, shock, and praise from other martial artists, Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but feel a surge of powerful confidence.

"Who’s next?"

Lin Zheyu scanned the crowd with contempt, his voice came across coolly.

The voice seemed to be filled with a power, and the noisy sounds below the stage instantly turned to silence.

The martial artists looked at each other, all in some fear, not daring to go up.

"I’ll face you!"

Ni Qiangkun’s voice came, his figure flickered, and in an instant appeared on the stage.

This amazing display of Lightweight Skill and Body Technique made the surrounded martial artists exclaim in awe.

"Old man, at your age, you’re still entering the ring—aren’t you afraid of throwing out your back?"

Lin Zheyu glanced at him, speaking indifferently, with a tone full of disdain.

This was evidently a helper that Tang Weizhong brought to deal with him.

Though his words were full of contempt, Lin Zheyu’s heart took him extremely seriously.

Despise the enemy strategically, but value them tactically.

"Ha, who says being older means you can’t enter the challenge?"

"If you’re afraid, you can still step down now."

Ni Qiangkun chuckled.

He waved the blood-colored long saber in his hand, and it drew a scarlet arc in the air.

"Ha, just you?"

"Senior, don’t need to rest, let’s start directly." Lin Zheyu turned to the referee and said.

With the referee’s command, Ni Qiangkun suddenly shot forward.

His speed was astonishing, his move incredibly agile, and only a tiny bit inferior to the Body Technique Lin Zheyu just displayed.

Swoosh!

The blood-colored saber light flashed by, as a wave of bloody aura rose from him, spreading out.

Lin Zheyu’s body flickered, easily dodging the opponent’s attack.

Ni Qiangkun wasn’t surprised.

His wrist turned, and his body abruptly spun, with the long saber stabbing upward at Lin Zheyu’s throat from below at a bizarre angle.

Clang!

Lin Zheyu’s right hand suddenly extended, directly grabbing Ni Qiangkun’s blood-colored long saber.

The saber struck his hand clad in tungsten gloves, producing a crisp sound.

Enormous force was transmitted from the saber, Lin Zheyu’s qi blood surged, taking two steps back to defuse this terrifying blow.

"Hmm?!"

Ni Qiangkun was shocked.

That strike was extremely powerful, very few martial artists dared to take it head-on.

Ni Qiangkun gripped the long saber tightly, trying to pull back the blood-colored saber, but felt as if pincers gripped it, rendering the blade immobile.

"Not good!"

Ni Qiangkun’s heart trembled slightly, directly abandoning the long blade, and swiftly retreated.

In his backward retreat, his right hand reached back to grasp the hilt on his back, drawing another blood-colored long saber.

"Heh, your speed is fast, but not fast enough to..."

"Damn!"

Ni Qiangkun’s thought just emerged when a terrifying sense of crisis descended.

Booming——

The sound of wind and thunder suddenly exploded.

Zhao Hao’s speed instantly increased, his fist smashing toward his chest at an astonishing speed.

Clang!

Ni Qiangkun quickly used his blood-colored long saber to block horizontally, the fist slammed against the blade, a frightening overpowering force transmitted through.

Rumbling——

Bam bam bam——

Clang clang clang clang...

The winds and thunder continuously exploded, Lin Zheyu appeared like a ferocious beast, fists raining down like cannonballs.

Even though Ni Qiangkun wielded his blood-colored long saber with impenetrable precision, he couldn’t fend off his attacks.