Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 151 Killing Ma Meng

Lin Qing had a premonition, so he turned to the side and threw a punch, his fist covered in golden energy, which collided violently with the palm.

In an instant, a cloud of dust rose up centered on the two people, and the earth collapsed into a large crater.

After a moment of stunned silence, Ma Meng's body was blasted away again, arcing through the air before crashing onto an open ground not far away.

Lin Qing gave him no time to catch his breath, flashing after him and, before he could even regain his footing, he raised his foot high and stomped heavily on his head.

Ma Meng's expression was solemn. He braced himself with one hand and rolled to the left to dodge.

boom!

With that stomp, a large crater was created in the ground, accompanied by a deafening roar.

Lin Qing missed his first attack, but his second move came right away. He suddenly stepped forward, raised his right knee, and slammed it into Ma Meng.

Ma Meng crossed his arms in front of his chest in defense, while a cloud of emerald green true energy rose around him, condensing into a shield that blocked him.

However, when the knee strike actually landed, the protective energy shield collapsed instantly.

Lin Qing's knee slammed into Ma Meng's arms, sending Ma Meng flying backward and crashing into a stone house behind him, where he was buried by the collapsing rubble and wood.

A look of shock flashed across the eyes of Qiu Changming and the others standing to the side. No one had expected that Lin Qing could actually suppress Ma Meng.

"It's unbelievable that Lord Lin could suppress Ma Meng, who is at the True Essence Realm, with his martial arts cultivation at the Qi Condensation Realm."

"I've heard that Lord Lin has mastered dozens or even hundreds of low-level cultivation techniques, and his strength in one arm has exceeded one million jin."

"A million catties? Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Lord Lin is an unparalleled martial arts genius and cannot be judged by common sense."

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The surrounding constables whispered among themselves. At this moment, apart from Ma Meng, the other Yin Yuan Sect warriors in the vicinity had either been killed or had given up resistance and were squatting on the open ground nearby.

The people of the Soul Suppression Division have completely taken control of the situation. They are just waiting for Lin Qing to kill Ma Meng so that this area can be completely taken over.

As everyone was discussing, Ma Meng suddenly leaped out of the ruins, lightly tapping his toes on the walls of the houses on both sides, and quickly moved around Lin Qing.

As he moved, he reached out and threw out several hidden weapons.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three cold glints shot out from his side and rear. Lin Qing stepped to the left and dodged them instantly.

Ding Ding Ding!

With three sharp cracks, he saw three long nails, each about the length of an index finger, suddenly driven into a steel shield that had fallen to the ground beside him.

"Lin Qing, be careful! Ma Meng's hidden weapon skills are formidable!" Qiu Changming shouted a warning.

He drew the bow to its fullest extent once more, but kept aiming and did not let go for a long time. This was because Ma Meng was moving at high speed, and he could only see afterimages. He could not grasp the main body of the bow or judge its movement trajectory.

"What amazing lightness skill!" Qiu Changming exclaimed inwardly. Among the eight deacons and three chief stewards of the Yin Yuan Sect, apart from Wang Ling, no one else could defeat Ma Meng one-on-one; at most, they were evenly matched.

Whoosh whoosh!

As it moved at high speed, it threw out long nails, which shot towards Lin Qing's vitals from different directions. They were fast, silent, and extremely penetrating.

"Can you outrun me?" Lin Qing dodged several more hidden weapons in succession, feeling a little annoyed. Ma Meng was constantly moving because of his excellent lightness skills, and he couldn't catch him. He could only passively defend.

He hated this feeling and immediately changed tactics. First, a cloud of azure energy rose from his body, transforming from Tathagata Qi into Qingfeng Qi. Then, with a thought, he put the five lightness skills into his equipment slot.

These five light-body skills were all acquired from his daily corpse collection. They were all only of the second or third rank, but he had already mastered them to perfection.

With the five techniques combined, his lightness skill level suddenly increased significantly. Moreover, with the support of the clear wind energy, his body became as light as a swallow, becoming even more agile.

As another hidden weapon came from the left, Lin Qing's figure flashed, turning into a blur as he flew out, dodging the hidden weapon while also blocking Ma Meng's path.

He raised his hand and threw a punch, and Ma Meng also struck back with his palm, but was once again blasted away.

Ma Meng fell from the top of the attic, spun around once, and then braced himself with his left hand to stabilize himself, while his right arm was trembling slightly.

Every time Lin Qing threw a punch, the force was like a mountain collapsing. Ma Meng's arm couldn't withstand it, and his arm bones seemed to shatter, causing a faint pain.

"What a formidable kid! Killing you would definitely excite me!" Ma Meng spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse, licking his lips, his eyes full of excitement.

He took a step forward and charged towards Lin Qing once again, rapidly closing the distance between them.

When the distance shrank to within a hundred paces, Ma Meng suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled at Lin Qing from a distance.

Lin Qing immediately felt a surge of blood and energy being drawn from his body, and his physical strength also decreased. Meanwhile, Ma Meng's eyes turned red, and his aura surged dramatically.

This is the power of the Devouring Spirit Demon's evil magic; when the strength of one side increases and the other decreases, it can often turn the tide of battle.

As the thought flashed through their minds, the two clashed once again, punching, kicking, elbowing, and kneeing as they moved and unleashed their full power to attack.

The many constables nearby were utterly horrified. They could only see afterimages and hear deafening roars, but they had no idea where the two were.

Its ghostly speed of movement was terrifying, even Qiu Changming felt fear.

"Lin Qing's strength has reached such a terrifying level. My talent is simply no match for him." Qiu Changming sighed. He had always considered himself a martial arts prodigy, but now he felt very frustrated.

All of this is a long story, but in reality only seven or eight breaths had passed when suddenly, a figure fell straight down from the top of the pavilion, crashing into a large rock by the roadside.

Everyone stared intently as Ma Meng fell to the ground once again. This time, he was severely injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His chest armor had been dented by a punch, and several cracks had appeared.

Lin Qing stood silently atop the pavilion, looking down at Ma Meng, and said coldly, "Is this the First Protector of the Yin Yuan Sect? Nothing special!"

Ma Meng stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly took a step forward, grabbing the sickle that had fallen to the ground not far away.

"Lin Qing, with your talent, you shouldn't be staying in this Shannan Prefecture. If you're willing to join my Yin Yuan Sect, I will recommend you to the headquarters of the Bai'er Sect. You will obtain a large amount of martial arts resources and can worship the Twelve True Spirits, each of which is more than ten times stronger than the Devouring Spirit Demon. You will become the strongest person in the world at an incredible speed," Ma Meng suddenly shouted.

"Are you done?" Lin Qing raised an eyebrow. "You can go die now!"

Lin Qing leaped down from the top of the pavilion, then stepped forward, his figure flashing and leaving afterimages as he rushed straight at Ma Meng.

Despite being severely wounded, Ma Meng did not choose to flee but instead chose to fight with his sickle.

The two clashed again. Lin Qing slashed twice. With the first slash, Ma Meng's sickle flew out of his hand, swirling and falling to the ground. With the second slash, a cold light flashed, and his head fell. Ma Meng's mangled body lurched forward a distance due to inertia before suddenly collapsing to the ground.