Your Saber Technique Is Truly Terrible

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Zheng snorted coldly and drew his saber in a backhand motion. Saber techniques were what he excelled at most; he had honed them since childhood, and he was now at the Qi Gathering Third Level.

In his eyes, Lin Changkong daring to draw his saber against him was simply courting death.

"Clang!"

In an instant, their blades had already collided, sparks flying everywhere as domineering force erupted.

Luo Ling sneered. "Zhao Zheng has honed his saber techniques since childhood. His saber skills are already outstanding among his peers, yet you dare to compete with him in saber techniques? You're simply asking for humiliation."

"Bang bang bang bang—"

As she spoke, Lin Changkong had already unleashed another unbroken stretch of saber light.

The Wind Breaking Saber Technique was airtight, wave after wave without end.

At first, Zhao Zheng's face was cold and proud, but after more than ten consecutive strikes, his expression changed.

He could clearly feel that Lin Changkong's strength was no weaker than his own, while his saber technique was even more exquisite. He had still been able to block the first few strikes with ease.

But after seven or eight strikes, Lin Changkong's speed actually grew faster and faster, and Zhao Zheng immediately found himself stretched thin.

Moreover, Lin Changkong had not even unleashed spiritual energy. He was suppressing him through physical strength alone!

Lin Changkong's gaze was icy. The faster he fought, the faster he became; his Wind Breaking Saber Technique had reached an unfathomable level. Only saber light could be seen, not the blade's shadow, forcing Zhao Zheng back step by step.

Another saber strike came down. Zhao Zheng barely blocked it, his tiger's mouth going numb as the shock nearly sent the saber flying from his hand.

Lin Changkong seized the chance, turning with the momentum and sweeping out with his saber. He twisted his waist and hips, gathering all his strength onto the blade's edge.

Zhao Zheng's face changed drastically as he raised his saber vertically to block.

"Clang!"

With a deafening crash, Zhao Zheng felt a terrifying force crush down upon him. His entire body was cleaved off the ground and sent flying backward.

Lin Changkong flashed forward and pressed in. Before Zhao Zheng could steady himself, a white rainbow descended from the heavens, hacking down with tremendous force.

Zhao Zheng roared, raising his saber to block as spiritual energy erupted from him. He poured it onto the saber as if his life depended on it.

"Clang!"

Another tremendous crash rang out, and Zhao Zheng's saber shattered on impact, breaking into two pieces.

Lin Changkong swept his saber onward. With a "pfft," an arm flew into the air.

"Aah—"

A shrill cry burst from Zhao Zheng's throat. His entire body smashed into the ground, blood spurting from his severed shoulder and instantly dyeing the ground red.

"Zhao Zheng!"

Luo Ling cried out in alarm, her pupils suddenly contracting.

Zhong Li and the other disciples beside her were all horrified, stumbling backward.

Outside the martial arena, Zhang Qingfeng and Luo Qingyi's eyes immediately filled with shock, their faces full of disbelief.

Zhao Zheng had actually had an arm chopped off by Lin Changkong, and Lin Changkong had used the saber technique Zhao Zheng was proudest of!

He had not even used spiritual energy, instead crushing Zhao Zheng of the Qi Gathering Third Level through physical strength alone!

"How is that possible?!"

Four words squeezed out from between Zhang Qingfeng's teeth. Zhao Zheng was a genuine Qi Gathering Third Level cultivator, yet he had been completely suppressed by Lin Changkong's physical strength.

Since when had the Heavenly Fire Sect produced such an insanely powerful Body Cultivator?

Luo Ling's heart pounded wildly. Just moments ago, she had been saying that Lin Changkong competing with Zhao Zheng in saber techniques was asking for humiliation, yet Zhao Zheng had been crushed in the blink of an eye.

The entire process had probably lasted only around ten breaths.

Lin Changkong's saber technique was actually this strong?

Only Lin Changkong remained expressionless. Holding his saber, he looked at Zhao Zheng, who lay on the ground struggling and screaming, then sneered. "My physical cultivation is comparable to the Qi Gathering Second Level. You keep claiming to be at the Qi Gathering Third Level, yet you can't even beat a Body Cultivator at the Qi Gathering Second Level.

Your saber technique is truly terrible!"

Zhao Zheng's body trembled violently. At that moment, even his Dao heart shattered.

He had never imagined that he would lose, much less that he would lose in saber techniques, and even less that Lin Changkong would crush him with physical cultivation alone.

This was too absurd!

"Bastard! Lin Changkong, we are fellow disciples, yet you actually chopped off one of Zhao Zheng's arms! You are so vicious, with a heart as venomous as snakes and scorpions. Heaven itself cannot tolerate this!"

After her brief shock, Luo Ling flew into a rage. Her full Qi Gathering Third Level cultivation erupted as she drew her longsword and pointed it at Lin Changkong.

"Today, I will act on Heaven's behalf!"

Lin Changkong looked at her, the corner of his mouth pulling back. Without saying a single word, saber light flew directly from his hand.

Did you come from Dunhuang? Why are there so many murals?

I came here to fight, not to listen to so much of your fucking nonsense!

Wind Breaking Sweep!

Luo Ling's eyes darkened as her longsword immediately stabbed toward Lin Changkong in an elegant motion.

She was deeply displeased, not only because Lin Changkong had crushed Zhao Zheng, but also because he refused to play by the rules.

Without uttering a word of nonsense, he attacked the moment he moved. She was completely unaccustomed to it, because of all the people she had encountered before, who did not first throw out a few harsh words and show off their superiority before fighting?

But Lin Changkong did not. The only response to her harsh words was airtight saber light.

She had not even had time to show off the superiority she habitually flaunted. It felt like holding in a full bladder without anywhere to relieve herself, leaving her so stifled that her teeth ached.

"Fine Rain Sword Technique!"

Luo Ling gave a sharp cry. Her sword moved like a roaming dragon, fine and dense, its speed actually matching Lin Changkong's.

But her fighting style was far too conventional, without enough variation, while Lin Changkong was different. His Wind Breaking Saber Technique had reached the Transcendent Realm, and he wielded it as freely as his heart desired.

Moreover, he sought only victory and never cared what methods he used, so underhanded tricks emerged one after another.

After exchanging several moves with him, Luo Ling understood why Zhao Zheng had lost. It was not merely because Lin Changkong's saber technique was good—this guy was also viciously underhanded, scheming to the death!

It looked like they were competing with weapons, but whenever Lin Changkong found an opportunity to press in, his fists and feet were never idle.

Even worse, he actually kicked between her legs.

That kick had been avoided by her, but it still threw her mind into turmoil.

"Shameless!"

Luo Ling cursed, her face flushing red as she immediately intensified her attacks. Yet Lin Changkong continued to handle them with ease.

This secretly shocked her as well. Zhao Zheng's Qi Gathering Third Level cultivation did indeed have some instability to it, but she had built hers up steadily and solidly.

Yet even at full strength, she could not suppress a Body Cultivator. If she expended too much, how was she supposed to compete for the championship later?

"Zhong Li, why haven't you made your move? Everyone has the right to punish such a lawless villain. What are you waiting for?!"

Luo Ling shouted coldly, and Zhong Li beside her entered the arena as well. His Qi Gathering Third Level cultivation erupted, spiritual energy exploding outward.

A long spear shot from his hand, wrapped in spiritual energy as it drove straight at Lin Changkong's back.

With that, Lin Changkong was attacked from both front and rear. In the eyes of the others, there was no way he could possibly withstand this spear.

Luo Ling wore a savage expression. She was certain that this strike would be enough to leave Lin Changkong half dead.

In a word, victory and defeat had been decided!

Lin Changkong said nothing, only revealing a smile. He held his saber in one hand as he battled Luo Ling, while his other hand struck backward with a palm toward Zhong Li's spear.

A stream of saber qi blossomed from his hand, swift, sharp, and incomparably domineering as it slashed toward the spear.

"Pfft—"

In a single instant, the long spear shattered!

The crimson saber qi swept across like blazing flames. Zhong Li's face changed drastically as spiritual energy surged wildly around him, forming a barrier before him.

"Boom!"

The saber qi fell, and Zhong Li was blasted away, smashing into the ground.

The long spear in his hand had already shattered into several pieces, and his face rapidly turned pale.

"What?"

Luo Ling's pupils abruptly contracted, her face filled with terror.

The people around them likewise stared wide-eyed, completely unable to believe it.

Outside the martial arena, Zhang Qingfeng and Luo Qingyi had just been wearing sinister expressions, but in the blink of an eye, their faces became filled with horror and disbelief.

With just one palm, he had actually blasted Zhong Li away.

And he had definitely not used physical cultivation just now. What was going on?

Wasn't he a Body Cultivator?!