A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

Chapter 97 has some tricks up its sleeve, but not many.

Blood Dance Eight-Slash Slash.

This move is extremely domineering, capable of unleashing eight consecutive strikes in an instant, each strike carrying immense force, making it impossible for ordinary martial artists to withstand.

"Blood Dance's First Strike, Annihilation!"

The moment Zhao Qingfeng finished speaking, the long sword wrapped in an eerie red light had already slashed down, less than ten feet away from Zhou Yuan's head.

He had already seen Zhou Yuan's extremely calm face.

Since Zhou Yuan stepped into Yanling Fortress, his gaze had never left it for a moment.

Contrary to his expectations of panic, the man remained remarkably calm throughout.

He didn't even flinch when he faced the pressure of his own Marrow Cleansing Realm cultivation.

This suddenly made him wary.

Such calm must mean they have something to rely on. In his view, this reliance is most likely the reinforcements outside the city.

Therefore, we must act swiftly and decisively!

He immediately used his signature technique, firstly to dismember Zhou Yuan to vent his anger, and secondly to cut the Gordian knot quickly to prevent any unforeseen complications.

Even so, Zhou Yuan's face remained calm.

This made Zhao Qingfeng feel very uncomfortable. Since he created this move, no opponent had ever been as calm as Zhou Yuan.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingfeng's anger intensified, his blood surged wildly, and the eerie red light on the blade became even more intense.

Zhou Yuan stared at the blood-red longsword so close at hand, his fighting spirit surging.

He didn't hide.

He slowly extended his hands, and the immense power of a dragon and elephant instantly flowed through his entire body. That overwhelming force stirred within him an urge to destroy everything in front of him.

This feeling had existed since he broke through to the second level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique, but he had never had the opportunity to fully unleash it.

Now, facing this extremely domineering Blood Dance Eight-Sword Slash, Zhou Yuan felt a faint sense of excitement.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-red longsword fell fiercely, and the pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses.

"stop."

The next moment, Zhou Yuan let out a loud shout and suddenly brought his palms together.

Bang!

A deafening roar erupted, and centered on Zhou Yuan, the hard bluestone ground instantly cracked like a spiderweb, with countless cracks spreading wildly in all directions, stirring up clouds of dust.

The loud noise caused the fighting crowd in the square to freeze in their tracks, all turning to look at the billowing smoke and dust.

"With eight slashes of blood, another soul perished."

Duan Fei, carrying the iron cudgel, felt a pang of regret. What a pity; such meticulous planning ended in a single move, leaving the fight far from satisfying.

On the other side, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Xue Min's mouth.

She had just fought Duan Fei for no less than a hundred moves, and as a cultivator at the Yi Jin Jing level, the disadvantage of her declining Qi and blood was gradually becoming apparent.

Is it all over?

Despair crept into Xue Min's heart. With Zhou Yuan dead, she and her few dozen armored soldiers were no match for these ruthless bandits.

"Blood Dance Eight-Sword Slash, truly terrifying."

Hidden beneath his black robe, Du Chong's expression subtly changed as he gazed at the overwhelmingly powerful attack.

At the same time, he was weighing in his mind whether he could block this attack if it were him.

After a dozen or so breaths, the dust and smoke stirred up by the violent collision finally dissipated slowly.

Zhou Yuan and Zhao Qingfeng reappeared in everyone's sight.

However, when they saw the strange posture between the two, everyone on the field showed a look of horror.

The imagined gruesome scene of Zhou Yuan being split in two did not occur.

Zhao Qingfeng's terrifying blood-red longsword was actually held firmly by Zhou Yuan's palms.

Catching a blade barehanded?

He caught the famous ultimate technique of a master of the Marrow Cleansing Realm with his bare palm.

At this moment, everyone, from Du Chong and Duan Fei, the bandits, to Xue Min and the soldiers of her patrol battalion, was filled with disbelief.

Zhou Yuan's performance has completely exceeded their expectations.

"Boss Zhao, is this the Blood Dance Eight-Sword Slash you're so proud of?" Zhou Yuan shook his head slightly and commented, "It has some skill, but not much."

He felt that the power within him had not been fully released.

"you----"

The person most shocked at that moment was none other than Zhao Qingfeng himself.

He had imagined countless possibilities, even the possibility that someone might suddenly intervene to save Zhou Yuan. But he never imagined that his Bloodthirsty Blade would be caught between someone's bare hands.

In his mind, this scenario was simply impossible!

This force—

Zhao Qingfeng was horrified. He could clearly feel that Zhou Yuan had not used any profound techniques to deflect the force; he had simply relied on pure strength to withstand his earth-shattering blow.

Even superhuman strength couldn't be this outrageous!

Zhao Qingfeng had naturally investigated Zhou Yuan and knew that this person could easily fight against opponents of higher ranks because of his innate superhuman strength.

But the innate superhuman strength he knew was at most in the range of two or three thousand catties.

He was at the Great Perfection of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, and with the added boost of martial arts, the power of this strike was far beyond what ordinary innate divine strength could withstand!

But now, Zhou Yuan's performance has completely overturned his expectations.

This force far exceeds the range of two or three thousand catties!

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Qingfeng was horrified; Zhou Yuan was indeed acting strangely!

He immediately drew his sword and retreated.

But the next moment, Zhao Qingfeng's expression changed drastically again.

He discovered that he couldn't draw his knife!

"Young man, don't be so arrogant!"

Zhao Qingfeng let out a low shout, his blood and qi surged again, and he suddenly exerted force with his legs, causing the bluestone slabs under his feet to shatter inch by inch, and he sank a little deeper into the ground.

The surrounding martial artists were all horrified by what they saw.

They could all see that Zhou Yuan had relied on his overwhelming power to forcefully withstand Zhao Qingfeng's attack.

In fact, in terms of sheer power, Zhou Yuan has already created a subtle suppression!

"Chief Zhao, besides this Blood Dance Eight-Slash Slash, do you have any other martial arts techniques?"

Zhou Yuan's grip on the blade remained firm, and he calmly watched Zhao Qingfeng.

He discovered a fact.

His own strength seemed to be much greater than he had imagined.

Zhao Qingfeng, standing before me, is an excellent touchstone; I can use him to test my own abilities.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingfeng's face immediately turned a deep purplish-red, a mixture of red and blue.

"You brat, you've gone too far!"

With a roar, Zhao Qingfeng released his grip on the knife, turned around, and unleashed a whip kick that tore through the air, aiming a vicious gust of wind at Zhou Yuan's head.

"Shadowless Demon Leg!"

Endless blood and energy surged to his left leg; he was determined to attack where the enemy had to defend, forcing Zhou Yuan to let go.

But the next moment, he regretted it.

Because his powerful strike, strong enough to shatter rocks, was effortlessly blocked by Zhou Yuan with a single palm.

"You are too weak."

Zhou Yuan whispered, then his five fingers suddenly clenched, gripping Zhao Qingfeng's ankle tightly.

The immense power of the dragon and elephant erupted forth with a thunderous roar!

He jerked his arm and threw it forward with a thud.

Zhao Qingfeng's tall figure instantly turned into a blur as he was violently flung away.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the tall archway in the center of the square was smashed in half by Zhao Qingfeng's figure.

Countless pebbles crashed down, kicking up clouds of dust.