I am a coroner, and I have some knowledge of martial arts!

Rumble.

Dark clouds gathered and thunder rumbled in the sky.

Bolts of divine lightning continuously fell from the sky, heading towards Ren Pingsheng and the long dragon of sword blades he controlled.

The numerous sword energy phantoms were shattered, causing the dragon's figure to shrink, but giving the illusion that it was becoming increasingly solid.

What was in front of them was not a flying sword, but a real dragon!

Su Wuchen thrust out his spear, clashing with the tip of the Hundred Worlds Sword. A large amount of sword energy continuously and rapidly reduced his health bar.

Grass!

Su Wuchen was somewhat surprised.

This person's life can be compared to that of a big boss.

How can someone unleash such power when their health bar is only half full?

His health bar, which was worth millions, was decreasing at a rate of 30,000 to 50,000 per second under the rapid onslaught of these sword energies!

This is because he was wearing jewelry!

Otherwise, the health bar will only drop faster!

Fortunately, while the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the continuous lightning strikes hit Ren Pingsheng repeatedly, causing Ren Pingsheng's health bar to drop much faster than his.

In the audience seats.

The sect leader's expression was rather unpleasant.

Unexpectedly, Ren Pingsheng unleashed power comparable to the early stage of the fourth rank, yet he still could not defeat Chi Kuang.

On the contrary, under the frenzied and all-out attack, it seemed to be on the verge of collapse!

This clearly can't hold out for much longer!

"I think we should stop here for today."

The sect leader suddenly spoke, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding peak masters and elders, "Chi Kuang and Ping Sheng's strength is evident to all. It's not a good thing for the two of them to remain locked in a stalemate."

"Whether it's a loss to one's life or a loss to one's madness, it is a great loss to our True Yang Sect."

What are your thoughts, everyone?

The peak masters exchanged glances and nodded in unison: "The sect leader is right."

Whether it's Ren Pingsheng or Chi Kuang, becoming the new Holy Son has no impact on them.

but.

If either of them were to die here, it would have a significant impact on their True Yang Sect!

Instead of dragging this out, we might as well just draw a conclusion.

"So here's the question..."

The eccentric elder chuckled and asked, "Sect Master, do you think it's better to have a madman as the Holy Son, or another madman as the Holy Son?"

Everyone: "..."

The sect leader shook his head speechlessly, "Judging from the current situation, Chi Kuang's condition is clearly better than Ping Sheng's. If he becomes the Holy Son, it shouldn't make much sense to anyone."

"As for Ping Sheng, although his cultivation is slightly stronger, his actual combat ability is still lacking. I think he can understand my good intentions."

"good!"

The mad elder smiled and nodded, "Then it's settled."

Seeing that no one cared, the sect leader stood up, and with a wave of his hand, the thunder that had struck dissipated, and the swirling dragon of sword energy also vanished.

Su Wuchen and Ren Pingsheng each flew back and stood on either side of the testing platform.

Su Wuchen: "???"

What kind of crazy move is this?

Both of you are prized disciples of my True Yang Sect. Regardless of who is injured, it will be a great loss to the True Yang Sect.

Therefore, after a brief discussion, we have decided to interrupt your fight! We will determine the winner based on your current condition to avoid harming each other.

Master...

[Ping Sheng, although your cultivation is slightly stronger than Chi Kuang's, your combat experience is clearly weaker. Furthermore, Chi Kuang is equipped with the Golden Dragon Armor and the Heavenly Prison Beast. If this stalemate continues, you will be the one to lose.]

The sect leader sighed. A flicker of struggle crossed Ren Pingsheng's face, but he finally nodded helplessly. "Master is absolutely right!"

In his current state, although he can still fight against the madman, even if he and the madman are both severely injured, what difference will it make?

Who could blame them when the madman still possesses a Heavenly Prison Beast?

【very good!】

【I hereby declare that the new Holy Son is insane!】

Hey.

So he's become the Holy Son?

Su Wuchen grinned, looking at the cheering crowd, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The title of "Holy Son" is not merely a name; it represents the prestige of the True Yang Sect and wields immense power.

He can mobilize the elders within the sect and command the disciples. Even the senior disciples of each peak must obey the Holy Son's orders!

In addition, they can also allocate some sect resources on their own!

Even within a sect, cultivating one's own core group is not a difficult task!

Of course, what Su Wuchen valued most was the reward offered by this mission.

The Crown of the Holy Son can increase the wearer's health and mana by 200% and their magical power by 100%!

Although it's only two enhancement abilities, the doubling of the improvement is simply outrageous.

Among the many spoils of war that Su Wuchen obtained, there can be a gap in his collection.

With his current red and blue stats, wearing the Crown of the Holy Son makes him comparable to a boss at the early stage of the fourth rank.

If this is upgraded again...

Gee tut.

Su Wuchen estimated that when his Madness level reached the Great Perfection of the Second Grade, he would be able to fight against a First Grade boss.

Ding ding ding.

A phone rang, catching Su Wuchen's attention. He turned his head, picked up his phone, and saw that it was a call from Sun Shouzhen.

Wasn't he setting up a stall outside the secret realm to buy goods brought out by cultivators from the secret realm?

"Hey, Brother Sun..."

"A-Su, are you free lately?"

Sun Shouzhen's voice was somewhat low.

Su Wuchen: "You have time. There's something strange about your voice."

Sun Shouzhen's voice came through, "My second uncle has died, and I'd like to ask you to come and help with the cleanup."

Su Wuchen was taken aback. He knew Sun Shouzhen's second uncle, whose name was Sun Zhengqiang. He was also a martial arts cultivator, but his strength was not very strong, only at the mid-stage of the ninth rank.

However, for Sun Zhengqiang, having some cultivation was enough; there was no need for anything more.

It is worth mentioning that Sun Zhengqiang loves fishing and often goes out fishing in the wild in the middle of the night.

"So sudden?"

"Um."

"Wait a moment, I'll drive over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wuchen glanced at the Holy Son who was being crowned and went into a frenzy. He then chose to AFK and cultivate, and drove to Sun Shouzhen's house.

As soon as the car arrived, Su Wuchen discovered the spirit banner and white paper outside the door.

Upon entering the courtyard, one sees Sun Shouzhen, wearing a mourning plaque, busily greeting guests who have come to pay their respects. After seeing Su Wuchen, he nods and offers him a stick of incense.

After bowing, Su Wuchen walked to Sun Shouzhen's side and asked, "Second Uncle was in good health and often went to Tingchunlou. How could this happen so suddenly?"

Sun Shouzhen shook his head. "I don't know either. I just heard that he went fishing in the Li River last night and was found by the river this morning."

The Li River is a large river outside Jiangcheng. It is very wide and is an important waterway for business exchanges in Jiangcheng.

Simultaneously.

Because of its wide expanse and abundant fish resources, the Li River is a favorite spot for many anglers.

Especially some of the smaller tributaries of the Li River, which are a paradise for wild fishing enthusiasts.

It is worth mentioning that Sun Zhengqiang originally had a wife, but because he loved fishing, they divorced in less than two or three years.

He never married again and had no children.

Perhaps influenced by Sun Zhengqiang, Sun Shouzhen, who is almost forty, is still living a carefree and independent life.

"Shall I go check on my second uncle?"

"it is good."

Sun Shouzhen nodded and led Su Wuchen to the coffin's resting place.

The moment the ice coffin was opened, Su Wuchen was stunned.

The Sun Zhengqiang standing before me was completely unrecognizable; his face had been devoured by fish and shrimp, and there was a fist-sized gash in the area near his heart.

"Second Uncle, this..."

Su Wuchen paused, then said in a low voice, "Why does it feel like he was killed by someone else?"