Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 416 - 168: Gale

Bam!

Ni Qiangkun was blasted off the stage, his face full of disbelief.

He spewed a mouthful of blood, and from his left chest, blood gushed out.

The enormous power of Qi Blood surged into the wound in his chest, muscles wriggling, trying in vain to close the wound.

The life force of a Martial Artist in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm is incredibly strong; that punch did not damage his heart. As long as help is timely, he won’t die.

"Barely...barely survived..."

Ni Qiangkun felt a wave of lingering fear in his heart.

Tang Weizhong rushed over quickly, taking out an elixir and feeding it into his mouth.

The elixir melted as it entered, transforming into a warm flow that surged to his limbs and bones the instant it hit his stomach.

"I’m not getting involved in this anymore; let’s put an end to that matter."

"Your intelligence is off. Where’s any sign of poisoning in that guy?"

Ni Qiangkun looked up at the strong man on the stage, with a mighty presence and indifferent expression, and felt another wave of fear.

Just now, at the moment Zhao Hao’s punch came crashing down, he felt as if death was enveloping him.

Luckily, Ni Qiangkun’s constitution was different from ordinary people; his heart was on the right side.

This unique constitution had saved his life more than once.

"Huh?"

"Still alive?"

"A unique constitution with the heart on the right side?"

"Interesting."

Lin Zheyu looked at Ni Qiangkun struggling to sit up, slightly astonished.

With that punch earlier, he aimed directly at the opponent’s heart, his fist piercing through the chest. If it were an ordinary person, they’d be dead beyond doubt.

Never expected this guy to have such an unusual constitution.

"Next time, I should amend my strategy: aim for the head if possible, if not, then the throat, and leave the heart-chest area as a last resort."

Lin Zheyu murmured, taking this lesson to heart.

However, even though Ni Qiangkun narrowly survived, his injuries were severe; with a chest pierced through, recovering to the peak would take at least a month or two.

"Anyone else want to come up and challenge?"

Lin Zheyu scanned around, as the Martial Artists watching below exchanged glances, but no one dared to rush onto the stage.

This guy was a fierce man.

Didn’t they see how a powerful Martial Artist almost got killed by a single punch just now?

On the stage, dying in battle was beyond dispute.

Fists have no eyes.

In the heat of the fight, when unleashing full strength, not even the Martial Artist can control it; accidents happen, and it’s common for people to die.

"Tang Weizhong, do you dare come up and fight me?"

"If you win, you can deal with me and the Tang Family as you wish. If I lose, our grudges are written off, how about that?"

Seeing no one stepping forward, Lin Zheyu focused his gaze on Tang Weizhong and spoke lightly.

"Hmph."

Seeing everyone’s gaze on him, Tang Weizhong snorted coldly, not responding directly.

Under many eyes, if he admits he doesn’t dare, then he would never have face, but if he goes up, he’s worried the other might use the opportunity to kill him.

Tang Weizhong was realistic.

Even Ni Qiangkun almost died at Zhao Hao’s hands, so he’s no match for him either.

His face flushed a little, raising his head to glance around at the Martial Artists gathering around, pointing and mocking, feeling extremely humiliated and furious inside.

’Lee Yanming, you just wait!’

Tang Weizhong was burning with anger, looking at Lee Yanming hiding in the crowd, wishing he could tear him apart.

Lee Yanming had sworn that Zhao Hao was poisoned with Red Dream Orchid, and with Calamity Wood Vine Fragrance as a trigger, the poison would erupt.

But after so much time, Zhao Hao showed no sign of poisoning.

"You better give me an explanation, hmph!"

Ni Qiangkun endured the sharp pain in his chest, his face pale as he coldly snorted.

In his heart, he cursed Tang Weizhong ruthlessly, who initially said he wanted to hire him to kill an ordinary prodigy.

"To hell with ordinary prodigy."

Such power might as well compare to a Martial Artist beginning to condense true strength.

At the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, possessing such terrifying strength is not something an ordinary prodigy could achieve.

If nothing unexpected happens, this guy would soon stand out in the martial arts tournament, catch the eyes of top Sects and powers, and be recruited.

Offending such a Martial Artist has grave consequences.

If he had successfully killed the other, it would have been good, but he failed.

After resting for a while, he recovered some strength.

Slowly standing up, Ni Qiangkun swayed, his clothes long soaked in blood.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for sparing my life."

"If there was any offense in our battle just now, please forgive me."

"Tomorrow, I will personally visit to present my gift of gratitude for sparing my life, please don’t refuse, Mr. Zhao."

Ni Qiangkun endured the severe pain in his chest, bowed his hands to Lin Zheyu, and spoke.

These words were beautifully said, without mentioning the deadly hostility earlier, but directly thanked Zhao Hao for sparing his life.

Sending a gift out of gratitude for sparing his life not only resolved the grudge between them but also preserved both sides’ dignity.

In the martial world, it’s not just about fighting and killing, more so about human interactions, people who reach his age are all old pros.

"You’re too kind, my friend."

Lin Zheyu saw the other take the initiative to make peace, smiled, and straightaway used the term "friend."

"I’m quite injured, so I’ll head back first. I’ll visit tomorrow, goodbye."

Ni Qiangkun bowed his hands, his face looking very unpleasant.

After bidding farewell to Lin Zheyu, he did not look at Tang Weizhong and left directly.

"Hmph."

Tang Weizhong also hurriedly snorted coldly, flicked his hands, and fled in panic.