"Qingshan Television Station, Qingshan Television Station, this is reporter Wang Ershui!"
"Reporting at 1:30 p.m. on March 24, Federation time!"
"Zhao Weiping, a spy from the Heavenly Martial Realm, has attacked people in the street and brutally murdered several civilians. A young man has stepped forward and is fighting desperately with a saber to stop him!"
"The young man's identity is not yet known, but his uniform shows that he is a student at Qingshan City No. 1 High School!"
Standing in the rain, Wang Ershui reported in a loud voice.
Several dozen meters behind her.
Ning Chuan and Zhao Weiping fought a life-and-death battle. Saber and Force clashed relentlessly in a vicious exchange, spraying rainwater through the air.
A camera clearly captured the scene and uploaded it in real time.
Qingshan City Television Station.
The live broadcast department.
A middle-aged director sat with his legs crossed. When he caught sight of the footage coming in, he flew into a rage. "What is Wang Ershui doing? Wasn't she supposed to be reporting on food?"
The next moment.
After hearing Wang Ershui's report clearly, the middle-aged director jolted and fell out of his chair.
"Don't help me up! Hurry and notify the station head!"
Ignoring the pain in his backside, the middle-aged director hurriedly shouted.
"No, that'll be too late. I'm making the call-put Wang Ershui's live broadcast on every channel at the station!"
"What are you standing around for? Move, now!"
In less than a minute.
The same voice sounded on all seventeen channels of Qingshan Television Station.
"We interrupt this broadcast for breaking news..."
All at once, more than a million people watching television saw the sudden live broadcast.
"Mom, stop scrubbing the pot! Come watch TV!"
"Sister Li, turn on the TV and you'll see. It's on every channel!"
"A young man is fighting a spy from the Heavenly Martial Realm all by himself!"
Those who learned of it used all sorts of ways to notify their friends, family, colleagues, and others.
The number of viewers rose at lightning speed.
People also shared the live footage online, spreading it even further.
Many students at Qingshan No. 1 High School saw it.
"Isn't that a student from our school?!"
"I know him! Ning Chuan, the senior who mastered Flash Thunder Slash at the Minute Subtlety Realm!"
"The one lying in the rain coughing up blood looks like President Lu!"
"I'm the principal. Have the teacher with the fastest movement speed hurry over there!"
On a stretch of the ring expressway.
"Chief Gu, we've found Zhao Weiping!"
"Where?"
A police officer held out a phone.
Gu Tianyu glanced at it. When he saw the girl lying on the ground, coughing up blood, his expression changed. "Lu Mengyue and Ning Chuan can't hold out much longer. Contact the commander of the Federation 27th Army Group immediately and deploy a sky mech!"
Extreme Path Martial Arts Hall.
"Yue'er!"
With a mighty roar, a thick wall on the top floor burst apart!
A towering figure crashed through the wall and shot out.
In the blink of an eye, he was hundreds of meters away.
White waves of air kept surging over his body like sea foam, a sign that he was about to break the sound barrier!
Qingshan City's number one martial artist, Lu Zhan!
A Peak Knight!
For a time, the live broadcast from the shopping plaza stirred many parties into action and drew countless eyes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the pouring rain, Ning Chuan gritted his teeth and unleashed Flash Thunder Slash as if his life depended on it.
He caught sight of the female reporter out of the corner of his eye.
But he couldn't make out anything she was saying.
Zhao Weiping was putting him under too much pressure. He couldn't spare even a sliver of attention.
His entire mind was focused on the battle before him.
Even so, he was still severely on the defensive.
Zhao Weiping's physical abilities far surpassed his.
The gap was so great that Zhao Weiping could crush him.
What was more, Zhao Weiping possessed Force, making his attacks terrifying. Even the third layer of Vajra Body could barely withstand them.
Pfft!
Ning Chuan failed to dodge in time, and the Force claws Zhao Weiping had formed tore a deep gash across his chest. Blood poured out.
But the heavy rain washed it clean an instant later.
The exposed wound was more than ten centimeters long. The rain had washed the muscle pale, making it look ghastly and terrifying.
And wounds like that...
Ning Chuan already had dozens of them on his body.
At that moment, the camera not far away captured every one of them with perfect clarity.
"What are the people at the police department even doing? Why aren't they here yet?"
"Are they going to let a child who isn't even an adult face a criminal like that?"
The people watching the live broadcast were both angry and distressed.
Ning Chuan's delicate features made it even easier for him to arouse sympathy.
Many women covered their mouths, tears glistening in their eyes, their hearts aching.
Wang Ershui, who was at the scene, even wanted to go forward and help.
The cameraman grabbed her and said sharply, "Don't be a fool! You're only at Awakening Stage Seven, and you haven't fought in a long time. You wouldn't last a single move if you went up there!
"The only thing you can do is be a reporter and do your own job well!"
"Yes!"
Wang Ershui choked out her reply.
"I'm Wang Ershui, a reporter from Qingshan Television Station. As you can see, the current situation is not encouraging.
"The young man with the saber is at a disadvantage and could lose his life at any moment.
"But I firmly believe that he can turn defeat into victory!"
Many people in front of their televisions clasped their hands and prayed anxiously for Ning Chuan.
But reality was cruel. Prayers were useless.
Bang!
Ning Chuan was sent flying dozens of meters by a kick, as though he had been hit by a car going at full speed.
He landed with a thud, sending up a great spray of water. Dark red blood flowed from his body and mixed with the rainwater.
Many people's hearts trembled at the sight.
Whoosh!
Ning Chuan had barely climbed to his feet when rainwater lashed at him from every direction. Zhao Weiping was already upon him, his body stirring up a gale that swept the raindrops along with it!
"Die!"
Zhao Weiping gathered his Force and threw a punch at Ning Chuan's head.
The young man before him was more troublesome than he had anticipated and had wasted too much of his time.
If this dragged on, he wouldn't be able to get away.
He had to kill him as quickly as possible!
With a swish, Zhao Weiping's killing blow missed Ning Chuan. The power it contained burst forth, blasting rainwater everywhere as though an explosion had gone off!
Ning Chuan had strained to step sideways and dodge it.
The third layer of Vajra Body had saved him.
The impact when he hit the ground hadn't left him unable to move like Lu Mengyue. He could still fight, get up, and dodge.
Yet even though he had successfully evaded the blow, Ning Chuan felt no joy.
After that sideways step, he didn't have enough strength left and needed a little time to recover. It wouldn't take long, but Zhao Weiping wouldn't give him the chance.
Sure enough, the next moment, Ning Chuan's pupils abruptly contracted.
A palm wreathed in Force tore through the curtain of rain, growing rapidly in his vision.
Ning Chuan's scalp went cold.
He remembered clearly that the butcher's head had been driven into his chest by a single palm strike from Zhao Weiping.
"No-!"
Ning Chuan frantically used Gale Step, trying to retreat and open up some distance.
But the palm was too fast, steadily closing the gap between them.
Half a meter, one chi, less than two cun...
At that critical moment.
A cold mechanical voice rang out in Ning Chuan's mind.
"At the brink of life and death, Gale Step's heart trembled, and it entered a state of enlightenment!"
"Gale Step has advanced to the Perfect Realm!"
An insight flooded into his mind like a cleansing stream poured over his head.
Ning Chuan's mastery of Gale Step reached perfection in an instant. As he used it, his figure became a gust of wind.
Wind could merge with wind.
Ning Chuan successfully borrowed the force of the wind from Zhao Weiping's palm. His retreating speed suddenly increased, causing Zhao Weiping's strike to hit empty air!
"He dodged?!"
Seeing this, Zhao Weiping frowned slightly. He didn't understand why Ning Chuan's speed had suddenly surged.
Force surged through his legs, transforming into tremendous power. Zhao Weiping took great strides, moving at an astonishing speed.
In less than a blink, he closed in on Ning Chuan.
He threw a punch.
Swish!
Ning Chuan used Gale Step, his movements smooth and without the slightest hesitation, and dodged the punch as well.
Zhao Weiping frowned deeply.
Had his opponent broken through?
What kind of joke was this? Breaking through in the middle of a fight-was this a movie?!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Zhao Weiping refused to believe it. He kept throwing punches, fast as lightning and dense as a downpour, each one ferociously swift.
But every single one missed!