Bronze Skin Iron Bones, One Force Overcomes Ten Techniques

Bronze Skin Iron Bones, One Force Overcomes Ten Techniques

"Is there anyone else!"

Yi Shaofeng sheathed his sword and swept his gaze over the crowd below.

Though he was still only fifteen, the aura he gave off at this moment was like an incomparably sharp treasured sword—its edge fully exposed, irresistible in its keenness, as though nothing before him could block the sword in his hand.

Faced with Yi Shaofeng's gaze, many lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Swoosh—

At that moment, a figure leaped onto the arena.

That figure was naturally Zhou Shan.

"Someone else has stepped onto the arena."

"Who is this person? He looks unfamiliar."

"I don't know. I've never heard of him. Could he be someone from outside our commandery city?"

"Song Qingfeng, the young master of Wuying Sect, may not rank first among those of his age in the commandery city, but he could at least rank in the top three. Even Song Qingfeng lost. Who else could be Yi Shaofeng's match, unless the Black Armored Army sends someone out?"

"Guiyuan Sect surely has no shortage of exceptionally gifted people, but it would take at least ten-odd days to get from Guiyuan Sect to Qingyang City. Besides, if they had to ask the sect for help over such a small matter, it would make the City Lord and the Commander-in-Chief seem far too incompetent."

"Just watch. Since this man dared to step onto the arena, he must have some skills."

"..."

As Zhou Shan leaped onto the arena, another wave of discussion rose from the crowd below.

"State your name."

Hearing the discussions below, Yi Shaofeng frowned slightly and spoke.

Before setting up this arena, he had conducted a simple investigation into the people of his age in Qingyang City and had some understanding of their strength. That was why he had dared to set up this arena.

But now that a young martial artist who was not from Qingyang City had stepped forward, a measure of wariness rose in his heart instead.

"Zhou Shan!"

Zhou Shan answered calmly.

"Zhou Shan?" Yi Shaofeng frowned. There truly had been no information on Zhou Shan in the materials he had investigated. Then he asked, "You're not from Qingyang City?"

"I truly am not from Qingyang City. I was merely born in a county beneath Qingyang Commandery. I simply cannot stand watching an outsider swagger about so arrogantly in Qingyang Commandery. Make your move!"

Zhou Shan said indifferently.

"You want me to make the first move? How arrogant."

Yi Shaofeng raised his brows, feeling somewhat displeased.

He had set up this arena for three days. Every challenger who came up had been an outstanding youth of Qingyang City, yet not one had been his opponent. All had fallen to his hand, and as the number of people he defeated grew, his momentum had become stronger and stronger.

Whenever a challenger took the stage, he always let the other party make the first move.

Yet this nameless nobody called Zhou Shan actually dared to tell him to attack first. This was simply not taking him seriously at all.

"Since you are so ignorant of the height of heaven and the depth of earth, I'll grant your wish."

Yi Shaofeng immediately drew his sword and thrust it toward Zhou Shan.

He had already made up his mind to make Zhou Shan pay. Though killing was forbidden on the arena, he would still give the other man a lesson he would never forget, one that would leave him bedridden for months.

Eagle Claw Iron Shirt!

Facing the incoming sword, Zhou Shan extended his five fingers, turning them into an eagle's claw as he reached directly for the thrusting blade.

Thirteen Life-Taking Swords!

The sword in Yi Shaofeng's hand instantly changed direction, causing Zhou Shan's eagle claw to grasp empty air. Then he immediately unleashed thirteen thrusts.

Every sword strike targeted a vital point across Zhou Shan's body. They were so fast that even a peak second-rate martial artist would struggle to evade them at once. Even if one could avoid the first sword, the second sword... the swords that followed would still strike home.

Yet Zhou Shan did not dodge. Instead, he pushed Eagle Claw Iron Shirt to its limit. Sixty years of inner power protected his body, and he had already cultivated Bronze Skin Iron Bones. When the sword struck his body, it merely sliced through his clothing without even breaking his skin.

"What!"

Shock appeared in Yi Shaofeng's eyes.

This man had actually cultivated Bronze Skin Iron Bones, making him difficult to injure with blade or sword. That made him feel incomparably troubled.

He had cultivated more than twenty different sword arts, every one of them to an exceedingly profound realm. Against different martial artists, he could respond with different sword arts, his moves ever-changing and impossible to predict.

But what he feared most were martial artists like this, those who cultivated hard-body martial arts and had achieved Bronze Skin Iron Bones. Their powerful bodies could directly withstand his sword thrusts, with only a few places—the eyes, groin, navel, armpits, and the like—as weaknesses.

These weaknesses were the places martial artists protected most carefully. Naturally, they would not let him stab them so easily.

Break for me!

In the instant Yi Shaofeng lost focus, Zhou Shan immediately seized the opportunity. His eagle claw flashed, instantly gripping the sword in Yi Shaofeng's hand. The power of his eagle claw was terrifying enough to Pierce Stone Through Metal.

Once Zhou Shan caught the sword, he channeled his inner power and gave it a shake. The blade instantly shattered into more than ten pieces.

As the young master of Heavenly Sword Manor, Yi Shaofeng certainly did not lack sharp weapons. But he did not wish to be accused of relying on the power of a fine weapon on the arena, so he had used an ordinary standard-issue sword.

After watching Yi Shaofeng's battle with Song Qingfeng, Zhou Shan had already formed a plan.

He had cultivated only Eagle Claw Iron Shirt. His advantages were his powerful defense, greater strength, and sixty years of inner power—none of which Yi Shaofeng could match. So in a fight against Yi Shaofeng, no matter what techniques you have or how superb your swordsmanship is, I will break it all with one force.

Yi Shaofeng had some understanding of Qingyang City's outstanding youths.

But he knew absolutely nothing about Zhou Shan and had no idea what style of martial arts Zhou Shan practiced. Zhou Shan therefore seized this opportunity to directly shatter Yi Shaofeng's sword. Then his eagle claw flashed and came to rest against Yi Shaofeng's throat.

"You lost!"

Zhou Shan said indifferently.

"You..." Yi Shaofeng's face turned livid. Then, somewhat unwillingly, he said, "Your inner power has reached at least fifty years. You are a First-class Martial Artist."

"But I am only fifteen."

Zhou Shan said calmly.

"Fifteen?"

Yi Shaofeng looked toward an elder of Heavenly Sword Manor at the side.

"He is not over sixteen."

The elder of Heavenly Sword Manor had cultivated an art of observing qi and could roughly determine a person's bone age.

"You have already lost. Take down the arena!"

Zhou Shan said indifferently.

"My word naturally counts."

Having lost to someone his own age, Yi Shaofeng's expression was extremely ugly.

Though there had been an element of carelessness on his part.

"That settles it!"

Zhou Shan nodded, then quickly leaped down from the arena.

"Wonderful! Someone has defeated the young master of Heavenly Sword Manor!"

"What faction does this youth named Zhou Shan come from? We have never heard of him before, yet he possesses such strength."

"A county beneath Qingyang Commandery has produced such a genius? We must draw him over."

"Even if we cannot draw him over, we must befriend him."

"..."

Seeing Yi Shaofeng admit defeat, the martial artists watching below immediately erupted into an uproar.

They wanted to find Zhou Shan, but he had already pushed through the crowd and left quickly, not lingering for even a second.

(End of this chapter)