Your Saber Technique Is Truly Awful

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Zheng snorted coldly, drew his saber with his other hand, and attacked. His greatest strength was his saber technique, which he had honed since childhood, and now he was at the Qi Gathering Third Level.

In his eyes, Lin Changkong daring to attack him with a saber was simply courting death.

"Clang!"

In an instant, their saber edges collided, sparks flying, their power formidable.

Luo Ling sneered, "Zhao Zheng has honed his saber technique since childhood; his saber skills are already outstanding. You dare to clash sabers with him? You're just asking for humiliation."

"Bang bang bang bang—"

As she spoke, Lin Changkong unleashed a continuous barrage of saber strikes.

The Wind Breaking Saber Technique was seamless and relentless.

Zhao Zheng's expression was initially cold and arrogant, but after more than a dozen strikes, his face changed.

He clearly felt that Lin Changkong's strength was not weaker than his, and his saber technique was even more exquisite. He could still block the first few strikes with ease.

But after seven or eight strikes, Lin Changkong's speed actually increased, and he was immediately overwhelmed.

Moreover, Lin Changkong hadn't even unleashed his spiritual energy, relying solely on his physical strength to suppress him!

Lin Changkong's gaze was sharp, and he fought faster and faster. The Wind Breaking Saber Technique was performed with masterful skill. Only saber light was visible, not the saber itself, forcing Zhao Zheng to retreat step by step.

With another slash, Zhao Zheng barely blocked it. His tiger's mouth went numb, and the saber in his hand almost flew out.

Lin Changkong seized the opportunity, spun, and delivered a horizontal slash, twisting his waist and rotating his hips, channeling all his strength into the saber's edge.

Zhao Zheng's face turned ashen with shock. He raised his saber to block.

"Clang!"

With a loud noise, Zhao Zheng felt a terrifying force pressing down. He was lifted off the ground and sent flying backward.

Lin Changkong flashed forward, closing the distance. Before Zhao Zheng could stabilize himself, a white rainbow descended from the sky, striking down with immense force.

Zhao Zheng roared, raising his saber to block. His spiritual energy erupted, adding desperately to the saber.

"Clang!"

Another deafening sound. Zhao Zheng's saber shattered, breaking into two pieces.

Lin Changkong continued his horizontal saber strike. With a "puff" sound, an arm flew off.

"Ah—"

A shrill scream erupted from Zhao Zheng's throat. He crashed to the ground, blood spraying from his severed shoulder, instantly dyeing the ground red.

"Zhao Zheng!"

Luo Ling cried out, her pupils constricting sharply.

Zhong Li and the other disciples nearby were all horrified and retreated backward.

Outside the arena, Zhang Qingfeng and Luo Qingyi's eyes also immediately showed a look of horror, their faces filled with disbelief.

Zhao Zheng had his hand cut off by Lin Changkong, and it was with Zhao Zheng's most proud saber technique!

He hadn't even used spiritual energy, relying solely on physical strength to completely overwhelm Zhao Zheng, who was at the Qi Gathering Third Level!

"How is this possible!"

Zhang Qingfeng gritted out the four words. Zhao Zheng was a solid Qi Gathering Third Level cultivator, yet he was completely suppressed by Lin Changkong's physical strength.

When did the Heavenly Fire Sect produce such a formidable body cultivator?

Luo Ling's heart pounded. She had just said that Lin Changkong clashing sabers with Zhao Zheng was asking for humiliation, but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Zheng was overwhelmed.

The entire process probably took only about ten breaths.

Lin Changkong's saber technique was actually this strong?

Only Lin Changkong remained indifferent, holding his saber and looking at Zhao Zheng, who was struggling and screaming on the ground. He sneered, "My physical cultivation is comparable to the Qi Gathering Second Level. You, who kept claiming to be at the Qi Gathering Third Level, couldn't even defeat a body cultivator at the Qi Gathering Second Level like me.

Your saber technique is truly terrible!"

Zhao Zheng's body trembled violently. At this moment, his Dao heart was shattered.

He never expected to lose, nor did he expect to lose in terms of saber technique. Even more so, he never expected Lin Changkong to completely overwhelm him with just his physical cultivation.

This is too outrageous!

"Bastard! Lin Changkong, we are all fellow disciples. You actually cut off Zhao Zheng's hand. Such malice, such a venomous heart, it's simply unforgivable!"

After a brief moment of shock, Luo Ling became furious. Her Qi Gathering Third Level cultivation erupted completely, and she drew her long sword, pointing it at Lin Changkong.

"Today, I will act on behalf of heaven!"

Lin Changkong looked at her, a sneer pulling back the corners of his mouth. Without a word, a saber light flew from his hand.

Are you from Dunhuang? So many murals.

I'm here to fight, not listen to your damn nonsense!

Wind Breaking Horizontal Slash!

Luo Ling's eyes darkened, and her long sword immediately stabbed towards Lin Changkong with a graceful posture.

She was very unhappy, not only because Lin Changkong had easily defeated Zhao Zheng, but also because Lin Changkong didn't play by the rules at all.

He didn't say a word and attacked immediately. This made her unaccustomed to it, because everyone she had encountered before would always spout some harsh words and show off their superiority before fighting.

But Lin Changkong didn't. The only response to her harsh words was dense saber light.

This left her no time to show off her habitual sense of superiority. It felt like holding in a pee with nowhere to go, making her teeth ache.

"Fine Rain Sword Technique!"

Luo Ling let out a delicate shout. Her sword moved like a swimming dragon, fine and dense, its speed actually on par with Lin Changkong's.

However, her fighting style was very conventional. Her moves lacked variation, while Lin Changkong was different. His Wind Breaking Saber Technique had reached a transcendent level, and he used it as he pleased.

Moreover, he only sought victory and never cared about the means, so all sorts of dirty tricks emerged endlessly.

After a few exchanges with him, Luo Ling understood why Zhao Zheng had lost. It wasn't just because Lin Changkong's saber technique was good; this guy was also insidious, incredibly insidious!

It looked like a contest of weapons, but whenever Lin Changkong found an opportunity, his fists and feet were never idle when he pressed forward.

Even more outrageous was that this guy actually kicked her between the legs.

Although she dodged that kick, it still caused her mind to waver.

"Shameless!"

Luo Ling cursed, her face flushing. The intensity of her attack immediately increased, but Lin Changkong still dealt with it with ease.

This also made her secretly astonished. Zhao Zheng's Qi Gathering Third Level did have some superficial components, but hers was solid and steady.

Under full power, she couldn't suppress a body cultivator. If she consumed too much energy, how would she compete for the championship later?

"Zhong Li, aren't you going to act? Such a lawless scoundrel deserves to be punished by everyone. What are you waiting for!"

Luo Ling shouted coldly. Zhong Li, who was by her side, also entered the fray. His Qi Gathering Third Level cultivation erupted, and spiritual energy exploded.

A long spear stabbed out from his hand, carrying spiritual energy, heading straight for Lin Changkong's back.

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

Luo Ling's expression was ferocious. She was confident that this spear was enough to make Lin Changkong lose half his life.

In short, the outcome was decided!

Lin Changkong remained silent, only a smile appearing on his face. He wielded his saber with one hand, fighting Luo Ling, while with the other hand, he struck back at Zhong Li's spear.

A saber energy bloomed from his hand, swift, sharp, and exceptionally domineering, slashing towards the spear.

"Pfft—"

In just an instant, the spear shattered!

The crimson saber energy slashed forward like a flame. Zhong Li's face turned ashen with shock, and his spiritual energy surged madly, blocking in front of him.

"Boom!"

The saber energy fell, and Zhong Li was sent flying, crashing to the ground.

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

"What?"

Luo Ling's pupils constricted sharply, her face filled with terror.

The surrounding people also widened their eyes, completely disbelieving.

Outside the arena, Zhang Qingfeng and Luo Qingyi, who had just had sinister expressions, instantly turned to shock and disbelief.

With just one palm, he had actually sent Zhong Li flying.

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

Wasn't he a body cultivator!