My martial arts have no bottlenecks.

Chapter 150 Great Victory

When Liang Cheng left Fallen Soul Valley with the search steward, a cloud shuttle was already moored at the valley entrance.

It turned out that the deacon's message was timely, and the head of the hospital came directly. The leader, with white hair and beard, stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the cabin. He was none other than Zhong Lishuo, the head of the hospital.

Beside him stood a figure dressed in a coarse military robe, staring intently at the valley entrance, his eyes red-rimmed.

Yang Wei.

"Cheng'er!"

Yang Wei staggered over, taking three steps at a time, and rushed to Liang Cheng. He grabbed Liang Cheng's shoulders with both hands and patted him from head to toe.

The joints were intact, the skin and flesh were warm, and the breathing was steady.

Only then did he believe that the person was indeed alright and had not lost any limbs.

Yang Wei said "good" twice, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't say a third word. He turned his head and wiped his face hard with his sleeve.

Liang Cheng didn't say anything, but knelt down and kowtowed.

Yang Wei couldn't stop him. After he finished kowtowing, he quickly bent down and pulled him up.

"Master, Uncle Wang is dead. You can rest in peace now."

Yang Wei's expression was complex, with a hint of pride.

"Good riddance."

"It's better that you're alright!"

He didn't ask for any more details, but simply patted Liang Cheng's arm.

"The dean said you have to go to the Ascension Ceremony. My old bones have already settled my affairs, so I'll go back to the Martial Academy in Linwu City first. You don't need to worry about home."

"it is good."

Yang Wei stepped back, straightened his clothes, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhong Lishuo.

"Dean Zhong, Cheng'er is begging you."

Zhong Lishuo nodded slightly.

Yang Wei said no more and turned to go down the mountain.

Zhong Lishuo nodded slightly to the deacon beside him, who immediately followed and said respectfully, "Master Yang, this junior will see you off."

Return to Linwu City.

Yang Wei did not refuse, wanting to put Liang Cheng at ease: "Thank you."

Then he strode away and never looked back.

At this moment, Zhong Lishuo asked, "I won't ask about the details here. I know your temperament, so I'll just ask if you want the main hospital to take action?"

Liang Cheng shook his head.

"I will bear this grudge with all my might."

"I will first join the Penglai Sect, and after I have learned the Refining Spirit Method and formed my Golden Core to transcend the mortal realm, I intend to settle all my karmic debts myself."

"good!"

Zhong Lishuo's eyes were full of admiration.

A true genius should act like this.

He pointed to the Cloud Shuttle.

"I will personally escort you to Xuanbing Island. It will only take a day, and you will not be delayed in attending the Ascension Ceremony."

"Thank you, Dean."

Zhongli Shuo led Liang Cheng onto the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle. The shuttle trembled slightly, rose three zhang into the air, broke through the sea of ​​clouds, and headed straight northeast.

Xuanbing Island, outside the Ascension Ceremony.

The arena area was bustling with noise.

The air pressure in the seating area of ​​the Shishima Alliance headquarters was terrifyingly low.

Seventeen games, thirteen of which were lost.

Ye Zhi Qiu's chest was wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage, and his face was ashen.

Xiao Qingxue's hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly. She had just won a narrow victory, but it was obvious to everyone that her opponent had not used his full strength at all.

"this one?"

On the Xuan Turtle Island seat, a burly young man played with a long stick in his hand, laughing ostentatiously.

"Is this all the Four Islands Alliance Headquarters is made of?"

His name is Meng Hu, the third disciple of the inner sect of Xuan Turtle Island, and he is in the mid-stage of the True Qi realm.

That was him just now, the one who defeated Qin Lie, the top student in the main hospital, with three blows.

"Where's Liang Cheng, the one who beat Senior Brother Luo Zhan?"

Meng Hu raised his chin. "Didn't they say the Penglai Sect was making special admissions? What, specially admitted disciples don't need to attend the meeting?"

No one answered at the main hospital.

Meng Hu's smile widened as he turned and stepped off the stage.

Below the arena, whispers rippled through the crowd.

"Have you heard? Liang Cheng has disappeared in Fallen Soul Valley."

"Of course! So what if he hasn't shown up for a month and his life tablet hasn't broken? He might be paralyzed in bed, waiting for someone to feed him."

"What a pity, Senior Brother Luo was defeated by him. I wanted to see just how strong this person was, but he turned out to be a coward."

The raucous laughter was grating and unpleasant to hear.

Ye Zhi Qiu suddenly stood up, but Xiao Qing Xue grabbed him tightly.

Your injury hasn't healed yet.

"So you're making me listen to this?"

Xiao Qingxue fell silent for a moment.

Just then, the communication token at Ye Zhi Qiu's waist trembled.

"The dean has sent a message that your junior brother has arrived safely at the main hospital and will be there soon, so you can rest assured for now."

Ye Zhi Qiu's face lit up with joy. He informed Xiao Qing Xue and then felt relieved. He meditated peacefully to recover his state.

Once my junior brother arrives, let's see how long you can remain arrogant.

On the arena.

A disciple of Xuan Turtle Island stood with his hands behind his back, his feet resting on a blood-stained longsword.

The sword's owner was being carried off the stage by the disciples of the main academy, a deep wound on his chest that revealed the bone, and he had already lost consciousness.

"Is this all the Four Islands Alliance Headquarters can do?"

The Xuan Turtle Island disciple's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire area.

"I thought that Senior Brother Luo Zhan had been defeated by you, and I thought that the Four Islands General Academy had produced some extraordinary genius."

He looked down at the bloodstains on the toes of his boots and shook his head.

"So it's nothing special after all."

"you"

In the main hospital seat, Qin Wentian suddenly stood up, but Xiao Qingxue pressed him down.

"calm."

Xiao Qingxue's voice was low and deep.

"He did it on purpose, trying to provoke you into going on stage. You just finished a battle and haven't recovered yet, don't fall for it."

Qin Wentian's chest heaved violently, and his eyes reddened.

He certainly knew the other party's intentions.

But "the prestigious main hospital doesn't even have anyone willing to accept the challenge?"

The Xuan Turtle Island disciple looked around, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"What about Liang Cheng?"

"Wasn't it said that he was accepted into the Penglai Holy Sect ahead of schedule? Where is he now?"

"Could it be... that you're scared?"

Upon hearing this, scattered bursts of laughter echoed from all four corners of the room.

The martial arts prodigies from the other seven islands looked at the seats in the main academy with a shifting gaze from initial probing and apprehension to amusement and disdain.

"I heard that Liang Cheng defeated Senior Brother Luo Zhan."

"Senior Brother Luo Zhan himself admitted it, saying that the opponent's swordsmanship was amazing."

"Where is Ke Ren? With a Core Formation cultivator making a move in Fallen Soul Valley, who would dare to defy the world and act in this way?"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Luo Zhan is covering for him? —"

Whispers spread like wildfire.

On the high platform, Chen Xuanfeng remained expressionless.

Liu Jingtao remained calm. He had already received news that Liang Cheng would arrive soon. He had personally witnessed Liang Cheng's self-taught combat skills, and these people were likely to be disappointed.

Other factions were also watching the spectacle from the sidelines.

Someone chuckled and shook their head repeatedly: "The Four Islands General Hospital has been praising Liang Cheng to the skies this year, but the real deal hasn't even shown up."

"Although Meng Hu from Xuan Gui Island's words were harsh, they might not be untrue. I heard that someone at the Core Formation stage has made a move in Luo Hun Valley. Can someone at the True Qi stage withstand it?"

"To kill a True Qi cultivator at the Core Formation stage is like killing an ant."

"Then what is the quality of this specially recruited disciple—"

The words were not finished, but everyone understood.

The Situ family's seat.

Huang Tiancheng lowered his eyes and drank his tea, holding the teacup steadily in his hand.

Beside him, Situ Lie, the head of the Situ family, cautiously asked, "Elder Huang, do you think Liang Cheng has already—"

Huang Tiancheng put down his teacup, his tone calm.

"Whether they come or not is none of our business."

Situ Lie smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

Huang Tiancheng sneered inwardly. He believed that Liang Cheng would surely die if he attacked with all his might. The fact that the main hospital had not reacted further proved that Liang Cheng was already dead.

Otherwise, how could I sit here in peace?

Just then—

A deep rumble came from the horizon.

Everyone looked up.

A bluish-gray shuttle cut through the swirling snow and plummeted vertically from the clouds, coming to an abrupt stop just before crashing into the venue.

The boat remained motionless, hovering three zhang directly above the arena.

The hatch was pushed open.

A figure in a green robe stepped forward and landed on the arena.

The Cloud Shuttle then transformed into a streak of light and returned rapidly.

Zhongli Shuo had no intention of showing himself at this moment. The Ascension Ceremony was Liang Cheng's grand event, and he didn't need to steal the spotlight.

Below the arena, snowflakes fell on Liang Cheng's shoulders, only to be instantly pulverized by the invisible force of the air.

He looked at the Xuan Turtle Island disciples standing with their hands behind their backs on the arena.

"That sentence just now"

He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out all the other noises in the room.

"You can say it again."

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

When the Xuan Turtle Island disciple met Liang Cheng's calm and unwavering eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Who are you?"

"Yoshima General Hospital, Liang Cheng."

Instantly, the crowd erupted in uproar.

Huang Tiancheng's fingers were clenched so tightly in his sleeve that they turned white. How could this be?

Then, without looking at the ring, he suddenly spoke.

"I suddenly remembered something urgent, Master, I need to return to the island first."

"what?"

Situ Lie was still in shock at Liang Cheng's appearance when he suddenly heard Huang Tiancheng's words and hadn't reacted yet, but then he quickly nodded.

"Elder Huang, please go ahead, but should I inform your family?"

Huang Tiancheng shook his head.

"It's nothing serious, I just forgot about it before, I'll take care of it when I get back."

With that, Huang Tiancheng left without looking back. Because Liang Cheng had suddenly appeared, everyone was looking at the arena, and no one noticed that Huang Tiancheng had left silently.

The Xuan Turtle Island disciple on the arena stood frozen in place, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

Liang Cheng, the head of the Four Islands General Hospital, was specially recruited by the Penglai Sect. He was the one whom Senior Brother Luo Zhan personally admitted defeat to.

"I----"

He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Liang Cheng didn't look at him a second time.

He turned around, his gaze passing over the arena and the crowd, landing on the seats in the main hospital.

There, Ye Zhi Qiu had already stood up, staring intently at him, her eyes filled with surprise.

Xiao Qingxue loosened the hilt of her sword and gently exhaled.

Qin Wentian was stunned for a moment, then sat down calmly.

Liang Cheng didn't speak, but simply nodded at them.

Then he turned around and looked at the other side of the ring.

The Xuan Turtle Island disciple remained in place, but quietly moved the blood-stained longsword at his feet half an inch back.

Liang Cheng spoke up.

"Return the sword."

The sound wasn't loud.

The disciple's face flushed red, but he didn't move.

Liang Cheng stopped talking and took a step forward.

The man, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly bent down, grabbed the longsword, and hurled it forcefully toward the main hall seat.

"then!"

The longsword was stuck in the ground in front of the main hall, its blade humming and vibrating.

On the high platform, Liu Jingtao put down his teacup.

"They're here."

Chen Xuanfeng did not respond, but looked at the figure in green robes, and finally a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Seats on Xuan Turtle Island.

Luo Zhan's senior brother, Meng Hu, stopped playing with his long staff and stared at Liang Cheng on the stage, his gaze shifting from playful to scrutinizing.

"Is he Liang Cheng?"

Someone nearby whispered, "Yes, the fall just now didn't seem like someone who was seriously injured."

Meng Hu did not respond.

He was thinking about how taciturn Luo Zhan had been when he returned to the island a month ago.

Luo Zhan offered no explanation, leaving only one sentence.

"I lost. My opponent's swordsmanship is superior to mine."

Meng Hu suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"Chen Xuan, get down."

The young man on the stage, seeing Liang Cheng under increasing pressure and unsure of what to do, immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Meng Hu's words and jumped off the stage.

On the arena.

Seeing that the other party had stepped down voluntarily, Liang Cheng did not linger.

He leaped off the ring and landed on the main hospital's seats.

The crowd automatically parted to both sides, and Ye Zhi Qiu stepped forward and punched him on the shoulder.

"I thought you died down there."

Liang Cheng spoke with a smile.

"I almost died."

Ye Zhi Qiu opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just punched him again.

"It's good that you're here."

Xiao Qingxue stood aside, not stepping forward, but simply nodding slightly.

"Is your injury healed?"

"alright."

"That's fine then."

The conversation ends here.

Qin Wentian had calmed down by this time. He stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Liang Cheng.

"Senior Brother Liang."

He didn't say much, but that one "senior brother" said it all.

Liang Cheng nodded in return, his gaze sweeping over the seats at the main hospital. There were seven wounded men, all looking weak and listless.

He also saw Qin Lie.

The top-ranked member of the Four Islands General Hospital's Dragon and Phoenix List was leaning back in his chair, a tear in his shirt with dried bloodstains along the edges.

He was defeated by Meng Hu of Xuan Gui Island with three blows.

Liang Cheng didn't offer any words of comfort, only saying, "You've worked hard."

Qin Lie looked up at him and remained silent for a moment.

"Now that you're here, I won't worry about the rest."

He closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

Just then, a voice came from the seats on Xuan Turtle Island.

"Liang Cheng".

Meng Hu stood up, picked up his long stick, and walked step by step toward the edge of the arena.

He stood below the stage, looking up at Liang Cheng, who had already taken his seat.

"A month ago, Junior Brother Luo Zhan lost to you."

I don't believe it.

The whole place fell silent.

Meng Hu raised his chin.

He slammed the long stick down on the ground.

"I want to test your true capabilities."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd.

The seats at the main hospital, which had been sluggish just moments before, were now occupied by everyone sitting up straight.

Ye Zhi Qiu gave a cold laugh.

Meng Hu didn't look at him, but stared at Liang Cheng.

"I'll only ask one question: Do you dare to accept?"

Liang Cheng looked at him, said nothing, and stood up directly.

The arena was twenty feet away from the main hall's seats.

Liang Cheng only took one step.

The stone slab beneath our feet cracked silently.

Others are already standing on the stage.

Meng Hu's pupils contracted.

He hadn't even seen how Liang Cheng got up there.

Liang Cheng had a sword hanging at his waist, but it was not drawn.

Meng Hu took a deep breath, gripped his staff with both hands, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and his body's qi suddenly erupted. The dark qi spread out like ink, and his body condensed into a three-zhang-long phantom, like a black tortoise.

The Secrets of Xuan Turtle Island.

The Black Tortoise guards.

Unlike Luo Zhan's round and heavy armor, Meng Hu's tortoise shell was like a battle armor that combined offense and defense.

"I have been a True Qi cultivator for twelve years."

Meng Hu spoke in a deep voice.

"Among my peers, there are no more than five people who can get me to use my full strength."

He took a step forward.

The arena trembled.

"There are even fewer that can make me throw a second shot."

He took another step.

Behind him, the phantom of the Xuan Turtle seemed to roar to the sky, and dark energy surged towards the staff in his hand like a tide.

"And your third step."

He was like a cannonball, shooting straight at Liang Cheng's face, stick and all!

"Am I qualified?!"

This strike was completely unpretentious.

It's fast!

It's heavy!

Before the stick even fell, the gale-force wind had already shattered the stone slabs of the arena layer by layer!

Liang Cheng did not budge in the face of such an attack.

He didn't even draw his sword.

He simply raised his right hand, loosely clenching his five fingers, and held it horizontally in front of him.

clang!!!

The sound of metal clashing rang out!

Meng Hu's stick landed squarely on Liang Cheng's palm.

The energy exploded, and a strong wind swept in all directions.

The stone slab beneath Liang Cheng's feet shattered with a crack, and his feet sank three inches into the ground.

But his body remained completely still.

His palm remained as steady as a rock, without any reaction whatsoever.

Meng Hu's pupils contracted.

He felt as if he had hit a mountain with his stick, not a person.

The arena was deathly silent.

"You just blocked it like that?"

"Liang Cheng is so arrogant, catching Meng Hu's staff bare-handed?"

"That was a full-force strike from a peak True Qi cultivator!"

"A true prodigy, a top-tier expert at the peak of the True Qi realm!"

On the high platform, Liu Jingtao's teacup paused in mid-air for a moment. This young man's defense has improved even further than before.

The smile on Chen Xuanfeng's lips deepened involuntarily.

On the arena.

Meng Hu withdrew his stick and retreated, staring intently at Liang Cheng's hand.

There was only a faint white mark on the other person's palm, and it was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace.

"What an incredibly strong protective technique."

His voice was low, and he became increasingly cautious.

The opponent is stronger than rumored!

Liang Cheng lowered his hands, his expression unchanged.

"Again."

It's still just two words.

Meng clenched his teeth.

He dared not hold back any longer.

The staff technique changed, transforming into a sky full of staff shadows.

Xuan Turtle Spear - Thousand Waves!

Luo Zhan had used this move before.

However, when Meng Hu used it, its power was even greater.

Each strike of the stick was as heavy as a mountain.

One layer after another.

It's overwhelming, there's no way to avoid it!

Liang Cheng still did not draw his sword at this moment.

He just stood there.

When the Hunyuan Gang Body was activated to its limit, a pale golden glass-like membrane covered his entire body.

Clang clang clang clang clang!!

The shadows of the sticks fell like a torrential downpour, each strike landing squarely on his body.

Shoulders, back, arms, ribs.

Each collision produced a piercing clang of metal striking metal.

The stone slabs of the arena shattered completely, and Liang Cheng's feet were already half a foot deep in the ground.

But his back remained straight and upright, without the slightest sign of stiffness or slump.

Beneath the shimmering pale golden light, it was incredibly resilient and never shattered.

Thirty strokes.

Fifty strokes.

Seventy strokes.

Meng Hu's breathing became erratic, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

Liang Cheng remained standing in the same spot, not retreating even half a step.

No one in the arena spoke anymore; their eyes were fixed on the ring, afraid of missing a single move.

Why didn't you fight back?!

Meng Hu put away his stick and roared.

Liang Cheng looked at him.

Raise your hand and grip the knife.

"it is good."

next moment.

They drew their swords in a race to be the first to act.

Liang Cheng made no attempt to build up momentum or make any preparatory moves.

It was just a simple vertical slash.

The moment the blade flashed, Meng Hu felt a chill run down his spine.

He sensed it.

This is not a combat technique or swordsmanship.

It even faintly contained the intent of a sword.

But how is that possible?

Without breaking through the mortal realm and undergoing a transformation, how can one acquire the intent of the sword?

Everyone on the high platform was shocked!

Liu Jingtao's eyes were filled with delight.

How is that possible?

On the arena.

Liang Cheng's sword light was like a mountain collapsing and wind and thunder tearing apart.

Heavy and swift, combined into one.

Meng Hu sensed the resolute determination in the other party's strike, a strike that severed everything.

"Black Tortoise Guardian!!!"

Meng Hu roared in a low voice, pouring all his life's power into the phantom tortoise shell behind him. The three-zhang-long tortoise shell solidified, and the dark qi was three feet thick.

Since his debut, his defense has never been broken through head-on.

This time, absolutely not!

Then the blade flashed.

It came silently.

A thin crack appeared in the center of the tortoise shell phantom.

The cracks spread to both sides.

Click.

The phantom of the tortoise shell shattered with a crash.

The blade's momentum had not diminished, and it struck Meng Hu directly in the chest.

He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, a distance of thirty feet, and his back slammed heavily against the light barrier at the edge of the arena.

The light shield trembled violently and nearly shattered.

Meng Hu knelt on one knee, supporting himself with a stick.

He looked down at his chest.

The hem of her clothes was torn in the middle, and a shallow bloodstain extended from her collarbone to her abdomen.

If it were just half an inch deeper, it would have to be cut open.

The force was just right!

Liang Cheng had already sheathed his sword.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

"We won!!!"

"One slash!!!"

"Senior Brother Liang pierced Meng Hu's tortoise shell with a single strike!!!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the main hospital's seating area.

Ye Zhi Qiu clenched his fists, the bandages bleeding again, but he was completely unaware.

Xiao Qingxue gently exhaled.

Qin Lie opened his eyes.

He stared at the figure standing on the arena, sword sheathed, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and smiled.

On the arena.

Meng Hu struggled to his feet and looked down at the knife wound on his chest.

His stick was still in his hand, intact.

The opponent's strike was extremely precise.

It only penetrates armor, not kills.

The gap between them is increasingly distressing.

He raised his head and looked at Liang Cheng.

"Why don't you kill me?"

"You're not here to kill me."

Meng Hu remained silent for a moment.

"admire."

Meng Hu clasped his hands in a salute.

Then he turned around and jumped off the ring.

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