Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 199: Crushing Will

On the stage.

The deacon announced the rules as per procedure. This time, after he finished, he took a few steps and stepped off the platform.

It was faster than the previous few games.

He also wanted to see this match.

Chen Ping looked at Wang Yanqiu across from him.

The protective aura flowed subtly, its thickness not as great as his, but it was not weak either.

One refinement of Yuan Gang, a thorough and solid refinement.

He never overestimates himself; he uses the means necessary.

Wang Yanqiu, sitting opposite him, reached into a small cloth bag at his waist and a pure black spear appeared in his hand.

The gun body was entirely black, with a dark sheen at the tip, indicating it was not made of ordinary iron.

Chen Ping could tell at a glance that the gun body was made of black iron, and the tip was mixed with other materials, making it exceptionally sharp.

This spear is excellent.

At least in the category of top-tier magical artifacts.

Wang Yanqiu stood with his gun in hand, looking at Chen Ping opposite him, and spoke.

"Aren't you going to draw your weapon?"

Chen Ping swiped his hand at his waist.

The opening of the hidden bag was loosened.

The 600-pound black horse-slaying saber fell into his hands.

The blade was dull, without luster or patterns, like a piece of black iron that had been forged countless times.

The knife tip was dragged downwards across the bluestone surface, producing a harsh scraping sound and leaving a shallow white mark.

This knife finally appeared at this grand competition.

In the distant stands, a richly dressed old martial arts master squinted at the knife in Chen Ping's hand and muttered, "So he's a knife user. But this knife doesn't seem to be a treasure. It looks dark and dull."

Front row of the VIP area.

Cui Qingwei, however, had sharp eyes. He leaned forward abruptly, stared at the knife in Chen Ping's hand for a moment, and blurted out, "Chen Ping actually has a craftsman's tool?"

Cui Qingyi turned her head and glanced at him.

Cui Qingwei's gaze swept over the knife several times, growing more and more astonished with each look.

"Exquisite craftsmanship, solid materials, and those grooves on the blade are for guiding energy. This forging technique... what a fine piece of craftsmanship!"

Upon hearing this, those around who knew their stuff also took a closer look.

Then their expressions changed.

A martial artist who has only reached the first level of Yuan Gang cultivation is holding a crafting tool in his hand.

On the stage.

Wang Yanqiu also saw the knife.

His pupils contracted slightly, but quickly regained their balance.

His hands trembled.

The black iron spear emitted a humming sound.

The sharp tip of the gun was locked onto Chen Ping's throat.

Moved.

The first thrust was aimed straight at Chen Ping's chest, the spear making a muffled thud as it cut through the air.

Chen Ping stepped aside to let him pass.

Wang Yanqiu's first shot missed, and the second shot followed immediately.

The spear tip suddenly dipped, then viciously slashed upwards from the lower body.

They took a completely different and unconventional approach than the first shot.

Chen Ping twisted his wrist, and the back of his saber struck the spear shaft, deflecting the spear tip.

The third shot, the fourth shot, the fifth shot.

The spear technique in Wang Yanqiu's hands was clearly a superior martial art of extremely high quality.

Moreover, he had immersed himself in this marksmanship for more than a decade and had already mastered it to perfection.

The transitions between moves were so fluid and seamless that there were almost no flaws.

The residual force of each shot sets the stage for the explosion of the next shot.

Gunshots rained down like a torrential downpour.

In an instant, he thrust out dozens of spears.

The sky was filled with black gun shadows, completely enveloping Chen Ping.

but.

These dozens of shots, seemingly impenetrable.

But not a single shot actually touched the hem of Chen Ping's clothes.

As Chen Ping dodged, he casually parried the spear with his saber, his movements small and his steps steady.

By observing the movement of the water technique, Wang Yanqiu's every strike's trajectory, direction of change, and point of impact were clearly imprinted in his mind.

Wang Yanqiu's spear technique is a top-grade skill among superior martial arts, reaching a state of perfection. The flaws between his moves are extremely small, far surpassing those who had previously reached the state of perfected internal energy.

Chen Ping did not rush to find a flaw.

He is watching, taking notes, and waiting.

The two exchanged fifty moves, eighty moves, and one hundred moves.

Wang Yanqiu's spear thrusts faster and faster, but Chen Ping doesn't retaliate. He simply parries, dodges, and occasionally taps the spear with the back of his knife.

After more than a hundred moves, Chen Ping hadn't even made a single slash.

Wang Yanqiu was annoyed.

After more than a hundred probing moves, the other person didn't even make a decent reaction.

The person in front of him seemed to completely disregard him.

"Chen Ping!"

Wang Yanqiu's eyes were bloodshot as he let out an angry shout.

"If you're a man, don't just cower like a coward!"

He lowered his body slightly, his feet firmly planted, and the qi on his spear suddenly surged, swirling around the spear like a storm, making a whistling sound.

The ultimate martial art of Yuan Gang, the Wind and Cloud Spear.

Strangulation.

Wang Yanqiu thrust forward suddenly, the fierce energy at the tip of his spear overflowing violently, sweeping towards Chen Ping like a storm, engulfing him entirely in its tempest.

Chen Ping faced the shot and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

enough.

The next moment, the sword slashed through the air.

In an instant, it turned golden red.

Strands of golden-red aura rose from Chen Ping's body, the gold sharp and the red scorching, the two colors intertwined, enveloping his entire body in a layer of golden-red light.

The originally dark and dull horse-slaying sword gradually lit up, with golden-red energy flowing in the grooves on the blade, like magma surging in ravines. A thin layer of red light floated on the edge of the blade, and the air itself seemed to be distorted by the heat.

"cut."

Chen Ping coldly uttered a single word.

He slashed out with a single stroke.

With a sweeping, powerful strike, it descended from above, carrying the full weight of the 600-pound craftsman's weapon and the combined killing force of golden and red qi, cleaving towards the storm.

boom!

The sword energy and the spear energy collided.

At the moment of impact, Wang Yanqiu's eyes showed shock.

Chen Ping's internal energy was so powerful and profound?

The golden-red aura sliced ​​through and burned the moment it touched his spear aura.

All the qi he poured into his spear was torn apart layer by layer like paper in front of Chen Ping's sword qi.

Wang Yanqiu's pupils widened in surprise.

Gold fire.

Dual-attribute Qi?!

How is that possible!

A rare item containing inherent attributes is worth tens of thousands of merits in the Wanbao Hall, and the success rate of refining it is extremely low.

One attribute is already rare, but two attributes?

How did Chen Ping manage to do that?

But there was no time for him to be shocked any longer.

Chen Ping's internal energy refinement and total amount had reached the threshold of the second refinement stage. With the added power of the dual attributes of metal and fire, Wang Yanqiu's internal energy was as fragile as a thin layer of ice in front of him.

In just a few exchanges, he was completely overwhelmed.

Chen Ping seems like a completely different person.

His swordsmanship was wide and sweeping, relying entirely on overwhelming force.

Each cut was heavier than the last.

Each cut was faster than the last.

Wang Yanqiu gritted his teeth and kept pushing out the spear.

But after the strangulation of the Wind and Cloud Spear was shattered by a single strike, his spear technique became chaotic.

He changed his spear technique to a more aggressive, close-quarters combat style, turning the tip of his spear into points of cold light, thrusting from all sorts of tricky angles, avoiding direct confrontation with Chen Ping, and instead focusing on flanking maneuvers.

Chen Ping held his broadsword horizontally in front of him, calmly and patiently parrying blows one by one.

Wang Yanqiu changed routes again.

The gun became heavy, following a path as weighty as a mountain. Each shot was infused with powerful energy, prioritizing weight over speed.

Chen Ping swung his sword down, bending the gun by half an inch.

Wang Yanqiu's feet slid two deep marks on the bluestone surface.

He steadied himself, flicked the tip of his spear, and the qi detached from the spear, transforming into a black qi arrow that shot straight at Chen Ping's door.

Chen Ping turned his head to let him pass.

The arrow of qi struck the stone pillar behind him, blasting a crater the size of a fist.

Wang Yanqiu continuously channeled his inner energy into the tip of his spear, and one after another, arrows of inner energy shot out.

Chen Ping swept his saber horizontally, unleashing golden-red energy that shattered the arrows one by one. Crimson sparks exploded in the air, scattering and falling onto the arena.

Gun techniques, fist techniques, palm techniques, long-range attacks with internal energy, and close-quarters combat.

Wang Yanqiu used everything he knew.

Chen Ping blocked every single one of them.

It wasn't a forced attempt to block it, but rather a casual and understated one.

Chen Ping's knife maintained the same rhythm, neither fast nor slow, each strike heavier and faster than the last, like a mountain constantly adding pressure, slowly pressing Wang Yanqiu down.

Wang Yanqiu's breathing became increasingly heavy, and his arms became increasingly sore and weak.

He was gradually losing his grip on the gun.

With each strike of Chen Ping's knife, his hand trembled, the blood between his fingers had stained the gun barrel red, and his palm had completely lost sensation.

He looked into Chen Ping's eyes.

There.

Just like when he first stepped onto the stage.

The ancient well was still and indifferent as ice.

He just kept raising and swinging the knife.

One cut after another.

He looked into those eyes, a chill running down his spine.

It climbed all the way up to the back of his head.

Doesn't he know how tired he is?

Why is each cut heavier than the last?

Is there no end to it?

His gaze was no longer as firm as it had been at the beginning.

He began to subconsciously avoid Chen Ping's gaze.

But as the saying goes...

To practice shooting, practice your eyes first.

When the eyes are there, the gun will be there.

He dared not meet Chen Ping's gaze, and his gun went erratic.

The gun's trajectory began to show flaws, one after another, more and more.

Chen Ping could see it clearly.

This person's will has been completely crushed under the relentless crushing blows.

Time to end.

Wang Yanqiu thrust out his spear, but the tip had already lost its aim and was off by half an inch.

It's this half inch.

Chen Ping took a step forward, his saber slashing upwards from bottom to top, the back of the blade striking the spear. The immense force sent the spear flying out of his hand, spinning several times in the air before embedding itself on the edge of the arena.

The next moment, the blade swept across, and the golden-red aura carrying a weight of six hundred pounds slammed flat on Wang Yanqiu's chest.

It's not the blade, it's the surface of the blade.

boom.

Wang Yanqiu's body flew backward, tumbling several times on the ring before crashing onto his back.

He lay there, his chest heaving violently, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his protective aura so thin it was almost invisible.

He did not faint.

He twitched his fingers, braced himself against the ground, and tried to get up.

But I gave up halfway through.

It's not that I don't have the strength.

It's meaningless now.

He still has martial arts skills he hasn't used, moves he hasn't unleashed, and his inner energy hasn't been exhausted.

But it's unnecessary.

From beginning to end, he used every means at his disposal, tried four or five different marksmanship techniques, and attempted both long-range and close-range combat, but none of them could shake the person in front of him in the slightest.

His will was utterly crushed under the relentless crushing of each blow.

He collapsed on the ring, no longer struggling.

The burly instructor watched for a while, and after confirming that he was alright, he stepped onto the stage and glanced down at Wang Yanqiu.

Wang Yanqiu lay on the ground and shook his head slightly.

The instructor nodded, straightened up, walked to Chen Ping's side, and raised his hand.

"Chen Ping wins!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the stands.

Chen Ping sheathed his knife and turned to walk towards the edge of the arena.

Behind him, Wang Yanqiu collapsed to the ground, watching the tall, black figure walk down the steps, getting further and further away.

His lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

A single tear slid down her cheek.

Silent.

He practiced shooting for fourteen years.

I've held a gun since I was six, and I'm twenty today.

A gun that had been used for fourteen years was worthless in front of that person.

......

in the audience.

The front row of the VIP section.

Master Fushan was already sitting upright, a slight smile on his lips.

The folded piece of paper in his hand was already unfolded and placed flat on his lap.

He picked up his pen and added a few more words after the eight characters "Born with immense strength, with astonishing comprehension".

With both metal and fire attributes, his swordsmanship is exquisite.

His pen paused for a moment, and his gaze passed through the crowd, landing on the back of the young man in black who was walking back to the waiting area.

I stayed a little longer.

He then looked away, folded the paper, and tucked it into his sleeve.

This time, he did not close his eyes.