Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 323: Saber Intent (I)

"Good!"

"Luo Manghan is formidable!"

"Haha, I truly like Luo Manghan's fighting style. It is wild and domineering enough."

Inside the Grand View Tower, waves of cheers erupted from beneath the arena.

As a disciple of the War God Sect, Luo Manghan was a complete battle maniac. As expected, he was the first to step onto the stage. When facing opponents weaker than himself, he disdained to use his astonishing combat awareness, relying instead on his powerful physique and savage fighting style, using his massive wolf fang club to brutally smash his opponents apart. This was the kind of unrestrained, savage combat he enjoyed most.

"Hehe, if you want to beat me, go back and train for a few more years! Who else wants to come up and spar? Do not worry! I will go easy on you." Luo Manghan laughed loudly, brimming with wild ferocity.

"I will!"

Three voices rang out in succession.

Lin Zheyu was the first to land on the arena. He smiled at the two martial artists who were a step behind him and said with a smile, "Sorry, I arrived first this time. After I defeat Luo Manghan, we can fight another round if there is a chance.”

"Your movement technique is impressive, sir!" the man on the left said calmly and turned to leave the stage. He had clearly moved first, yet he still ended up a step behind. The other party was far faster than him.

"Hey, you look a bit unfamiliar. Luo Manghan did not use his full strength just now. Good luck."

The other man chuckled and jumped down from the arena.

At this moment, only Luo Manghan and Lin Zheyu remained on the arena. Looking at the rugged man before him, he could not help but feel that the two were fated to meet. Back at Wuji Manor, they had crossed hands many times. Born of the War God Sect, Luo Manghan possessed extremely strong combat experience and awareness. Through their exchanges, he had learned a great deal, greatly improving his practical combat ability.

Seeing that Lin Zheyu looked unfamiliar, Luo Manghan swung his giant wolf fang club and cast him a sidelong glance as he said, "Oh, a newcomer. Kid, state your name."

"Lin Zheyu. Make your move. If I strike first, you will not have a chance to strike at all," Lin Zheyu looked at him and said calmly. These were the very words Luo Manghan had spoken to him during their first battle. Returning them verbatim now felt rather interesting.

"Arrogant!" Luo Manghan sneered as his aura surged rapidly. Then he suddenly froze and thought, This line sounds somewhat familiar.

Luo Manghan narrowed his eyes slightly and sized up Lin Zheyu from top to bottom. He felt a sense of familiarity with Lin Zheyu. Beneath the arena, the martial artists watching with keen interest were also momentarily taken aback when they heard the name Lin Zheyu. This name seemed like one they had heard somewhere before.

"I remember now. Isn’t the newly promoted true disciple of the Wuji Sect called Lin Zheyu? He is actually this young!"

"It should be him. I just saw him together with Huang Youwei and the others."

"Hiss, this kid is far too young. Could he have just broken through to the Marrow Refining realm?"

Discussion rose from beneath the arena.

Luo Manghan also heard the discussion, yet there was still a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Kid, have we met somewhere before?" Luo Manghan asked.

"Take a guess," Lin Zheyu replied with a smile.

He did not deliberately conceal it. Though his figure and temperament had changed somewhat since his time at Wuji Manor, the changes were not great. The martial artists present all had considerable backing. If they wished to investigate, they could quickly uncover his identity as Zhao Hao. It was even possible that someone had already found out and simply chose not to publicize it.

"Damn, Zhao Hao! You became a true disciple of the Wuji Sect!"

After thinking for a moment, Luo Manghan finally recalled why it felt so familiar. He and Lin Zheyu had fought several times at the martial cultivation exchange, and he was extremely familiar with Lin Zheyu's style, temperament, and aura. What confirmed it completely was the pair of tungsten gloves on Lin Zheyu's hands, identical to the ones Zhao Hao had worn before.

"Mm, it's me. Make your move. Let me see how much you have improved over these past few months," Lin Zheyu nodded and said with a smile.

Luo Manghan said nothing. He felt extremely frustrated inside. He had just been planning to properly show his skills, only to run into this fellow. What terrible luck.

"I am not fighting. Fighting you is too stifling. Farewell. I concede," Luo Manghan said frankly, then turned and leapt down from the arena.

This action left all of the spectators stunned. Luo Manghan, famous for being reckless and wild, actually made such a cowardly move. It was truly like the sun rising from the west.

"Wildman, what are you doing? You have not even fought yet. Why did you concede?" Luo Manghan's companion asked curiously.

"I am not fighting. Fighting this guy is meaningless."

Luo Manghan waved his hand and sat back down with a bored expression. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He could not beat him before, and with the opponent's astonishing rate of improvement, fighting him now would only be asking for discomfort. That was a freak who even Puxuan could not defeat. His movement techniques were godlike and extremely slippery. Fighting him would suffocate anyone to death.

"What the hell? Luo Manghan actually conceded?" Deng An widened his eyes in shock. He had wanted to see the strength of this newly promoted true disciple of the Wuji Sect, but unexpectedly, Luo Manghan conceded the moment his name was announced.

Deng An leaned over and asked curiously, "Brother Youwei, give me the inside story. How strong is your little martial uncle really?"

"Heh, just keep watching, and you will know," Huang Youwei said with a chuckle.

He looked in Heng Qiming's direction and smiled smugly, eager to see the wonderful expression on Heng Qiming's face after being pushed out of the Hidden Dragon List.

On the arena, Lin Zheyu was rendered speechless by Luo Manghan's actions. He had wanted to test whether he could defeat Luo Manghan without using the Golden Goose Technique, relying only on the Great Strength Vajra Fist and his honed combat awareness. Unexpectedly, the guy conceded directly. Such cowardly behavior truly did not live up to the nickname Wildman.

"Young Master Lin, do you need to rest for a moment?" A crisp voice rang out. This was the routine question after every battle.

The referee in charge was a sweet-looking young woman with a ponytail. When she smiled, two adorable dimples appeared.

"No need. May I challenge someone by name?" Lin Zheyu asked.

"You may, but the other party must accept."

"Alright." Lin Zheyu nodded. He swept his gaze around and looked toward Heng Qiming.

"Brother Qiming, may I ask you to honor me with a battle?" Lin Zheyu asked calmly.

Heng Qiming was slightly startled, but his stern face showed no change. He tightened his grip on the blade in his hand as his aura surged sharply, then said calmly, "Why not?"

"Haha!" Seeing Heng Qiming accept the challenge, Huang Youwei laughed excitedly.

He had just been worried that Heng Qiming would avoid the fight and had even prepared to provoke him with words, but he did not expect Heng Qiming to be so straightforward.

"It is starting. It is finally starting!" Deng An stared intently toward the arena, extremely curious about whether Lin Zheyu and Heng Qiming would emerge victorious.

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"This newly promoted true disciple of the Wuji Sect has quite the ambition, directly challenging Heng Qiming. One must know that Heng Qiming is a genius martial artist on the Hidden Dragon List."

"Very bold. I heard he was an unaffiliated martial artist recruited from outside and has only been in the Wuji Sect for less than three months. He probably cannot beat Heng Qiming."

"I also feel that he cannot win."

The spectators below began discussing animatedly, with not many people optimistic about Lin Zheyu. They admitted that Lin Zheyu's talent and aptitude might indeed be strong, but he had only joined the Wuji Sect recently. Before that, he had not received proper training. How strong could he really be? At most, he would be around the level of Luo Manghan. To compare with a Hidden Dragon List expert like Heng Qiming, he would still need to cultivate diligently for several more years.

A soft whoosh sounded as Heng Qiming leapt onto the stage. His figure was as light as a feather, landing gently on the ground and displaying impressive lightness movement techniques. The two exchanged a cupped fist salute.

"Brother Qiming, please."

Lin Zheyu smiled and made a gesture inviting him to proceed.

"My saber technique is fierce and domineering. When the battle reaches its peak, I may not be able to hold back. If I injure you, please forgive me," Heng Qiming said calmly. The Vast Sun Heavenly Saber he cultivated possessed terrifying power, and once he fought in earnest, it was impossible to restrain.

"Those who practice martial arts inevitably suffer bumps and injuries. It is an everyday matter. You’re overthinking it,” Lin Zheyu casually responded.

He slowly set his stance. Blood qi surged within his body as a powerful and domineering aura spread outward. At the same time, the Tortoise Breath true intent began to circulate, and his mind became completely tranquil. The two different true intents, Tortoise Breath and Dominance, fused perfectly. The Great Strength Vajra Fist emphasized compassion in the heart while possessing vajra-like strength. Visualizing the diagrams within the fist manual had a very good effect on his fusion of the two different true intents.

Bang!

Lin Zheyu pushed off violently with his foot and shot forward. A terrifying burst of power propelled his speed to an astonishing level, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Heng Qiming. Faced with Lin Zheyu's fierce assault, Heng Qiming remained expressionless. Veins bulged on his right arm as he gripped the saber hilt, muscles winding like steel cables, looking fierce and frightening.

Whoosh!

A flash of saber light appeared as the blade tore through the void and chopped down toward Lin Zheyu like lightning, its speed far faster than Luo Dinglong's had been. As the long saber swung out, several powerful true intent auras surged up from Heng Qiming in an instant, gathering into one under his control. They clung to the blade like an invisible saber intent, crushing toward Lin Zheyu and striking directly at his mind and soul.

Clang!

Fist and blade collided with a tremendous ringing sound, and terrifying air ripples spread outward with the two as the center. Feeling the extremely sharp true intent slash at his mind like an invisible great blade, Lin Zheyu's brows tightened slightly as he braced himself.

Heng Qiming's use of true intent was even stronger than that of any martial artist Lin Zheyu had previously faced. His formless true intent had actually condensed into saber intent and struck directly at Lin Zheyu's will. This was a method even Lin Zheyu himself had yet to master.

Lin Zheyu had only come into contact with true intent for a short time, and the techniques he cultivated were all ordinary martial methods. He did not even possess a true intent diagram, much less the various ways of applying true intent.