Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 201 This kid is a natural-born martial arts prodigy!

Wang Zhaoyao looked at Wang Yanqiu, who had collapsed on the stage, his chest began to rise and fall, and his breathing became heavy.

Fourteen years of hard-earned skill were utterly crushed in front of everyone.

This method of killing someone by destroying their spirit is a hundred times more cruel than simply killing Wang Yanqiu.

Xue Fengsheng, who was sitting next to him, also looked unwell, but he still forced himself to speak up and offered a way out.

"Not bad. Being able to force out Chen Ping's internal energy attributes and weapon is enough."

His name was called in the next match, and he got up and walked toward the ring.

Chen Ping walked back to the waiting area from the other side and sat down on the stone bench.

Wang Zhaoyao looked at him, his tone extremely cold.

"What a cruel method! You clearly had the ability to completely crush him in just a few moves, so why did you insist on torturing him like a cat toying with a mouse for a hundred moves?"

"To crush a martial artist's will to fight to the death—how is your behavior any different from that of those inherently brutal demonic sect members?"

Chen Ping glanced at him and frowned.

"I didn't draw my sword in the first hundred moves, that was to give him a chance to admit defeat."

His tone was flat.

"He refused to admit defeat, so I made him use all his skills: spearmanship, fist techniques, palm techniques, and long-range attacks with qi. He chose to continue fighting himself."

He looked at Wang Zhaoyao.

"I neither killed him nor harmed his body. I let him use all his skills on this stage. Even if he lost, I still had my fill."

He paused for a moment.

"Those opponents who had reached the peak of the Transformation Realm were far too weak compared to me. No matter how I fought them, I couldn't gain anything, so I chose to end it quickly."

He looked away, his tone becoming more casual.

"As for Yuan Gang martial artists, I respect them."

He closed his eyes and added one last sentence.

"Moreover, I, Chen Ping, come from a humble background, am not very talented, and have very little experience. I would like to take advantage of the arena to see the martial arts of aristocratic families."

Wang Zhaoyao's gaze froze.

He was stunned for a moment.

This person actually wanted to use the arena to see all the martial arts techniques of the aristocratic families?

And he stated his purpose so bluntly.

There was absolutely no attempt to cover it up.

Wang Zhaoyao opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but swallowed the words back.

He suddenly remembered what Xue Fengsheng had just said.

"It's enough to force out Chen Ping's internal energy attributes and weapon."

Aren't their families doing the same thing?

They sent people up one by one to test him, pressing him layer by layer, hoping to use these people to find out Chen Ping's true nature.

Chen Ping, however, simply did it the other way around.

He wasn't in a hurry to finish; he wanted to use Wang Yanqiu's help to review and memorize the martial arts techniques of the aristocratic families.

I want to see them all, I want to experience them all.

No one can blame anyone else.

Wang Zhaoyao closed his eyes and did not speak again.

The two made no attempt to hide their conversation, speaking frankly and openly in the waiting area.

The waiting area became quiet.

The expressions on the faces of those from humble backgrounds and those from prominent families differed.

Some were shocked, some were deep in thought, and some had complex expressions.

But upon closer examination, no one could say anything.

The superior martial arts techniques are no longer up to par for the Yuan Gang martial artists present.

The Yuan Gang martial arts are what they truly need at their level.

But how precious are the Yuan Gang martial arts techniques? Each one is the most treasured secret of each school and sect, and they are not easily shown to others.

If given the opportunity, and provided my life is not in danger, to witness firsthand the Yuan Gang techniques of others, and even exchange hundreds of blows with them, to dissect their moves and understand their methods—

They dare say that no Yuan Gang martial artist would refuse.

now.

This is a huge arena built by Cangwutai.

The rules are clearly stated: surrender means stopping, and no one will be harmed.

Young masters from all schools and sects, rarely seen in ordinary times, all gathered together and took turns fighting without holding back.

Isn't this the best opportunity?

Then everyone realized something.

Chen Ping probably didn't treat this competition as a real contest at all.

He could send those opponents who had reached the pinnacle of internal energy flying with a single palm strike because he gained nothing from it and was too lazy to even look at them.

He fought Wang Yanqiu without using his sword for a hundred moves, because he was carefully observing and memorizing his opponent's spear techniques.

He only made his move to end the fight after his opponent had used all his skills.

He was studying martial arts.

He is learning martial arts.

In his eyes, this arena was not a battlefield, but a training ground for martial arts.

If everyone's martial arts were demonstrated in front of him, he would probably—

Enjoying it.

The atmosphere in the waiting area became very subtle.

Those aristocratic martial artists who hadn't yet taken the stage all wore solemn expressions, each thinking the same thing.

Once you go up there, he will see through all your martial arts skills.

Chen Ping sat on the stone bench with his eyes closed.

In my mind, the scene of the battle just now replayed frame by frame.

Wang Yanqiu's Wind and Cloud Spear, the path of the Qi circulation in the strangling move, the slight dip of the spear tip just before the explosion, the path of the Qi as it flows from the Qi Yuan into the spear body.

There were also the different spear techniques he used later, the patterns of the spear tip changing direction during close combat, the rhythm of each thrust in the heavy style, and the way the qi arrows were released from the spear.

Every move, every change in the gun, was imprinted into my mind, forming clear fragments.

He didn't understand the intricacies of those moves, or the mental techniques and formulas behind their variations.

But how the moves were executed, where the force originated, which joints it passed through, at what moment it exploded, and where it landed—these things were truly imprinted in his mind.

It's not just Wang Yanqiu.

He watched every single game today.

He rarely witnessed duels between those at the Transformation Realm, because he had already surpassed those martial arts techniques.

He took a closer look at anything with a lot of condensed Qi and any martial arts skill of a higher grade.

Every single battle he fought would become part of his foundation.

It's stored in his mind, not useful now, but if he learns marksmanship, swordsmanship, or palm techniques in the future, this foundation will become fuel and help him.

Others watch the competition for the sake of winning and losing.

He watched the competition to see martial arts skills.

Chen Ping opened his eyes.

On the ring, Xue Fengsheng is fighting.

His opponent was a poor scholar who had reached the peak of his internal energy cultivation and possessed over a dozen internal energy points. He wielded an iron sword and fought with great ferocity.

But Xue Fengsheng only used a few shots.

With a flick of the spear, three spear shadows overlapped, the spear tips thrusting at an extremely tricky angle. The poor scholar didn't even have time to block, and was struck in the side by the spear shaft, flying sideways and landing on the edge of the arena.

Clean and neat.

Although there were only a few shots fired, Chen Ping's gaze never left the gun.

The slight slump in Xue Feng's shoulders, the rotation of his waist and hips, the shift in his footwork, and the timing of the qi flowing into the spear when he drew his spear.

Just a few shots, but that was enough.

All of it was forced into my mind.

Xue Fengsheng walked back from the arena, put his spear into his bag, and sat down on his stone bench.

Then he realized something was wrong.

It wasn't just the people from humble backgrounds who were watching him; even the people from aristocratic families were keeping an eye on him.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on him.

Xue Fengsheng was stunned for a moment, then pointed to his face.

Is there something on my face?

No one answered him.

The next game has begun.

A poor student and a scion of a prominent family stepped onto the arena, clasped their hands in greeting, and began to fight.

At that moment, Xue Fengsheng noticed that the atmosphere in the waiting area had completely changed.

No one closed their eyes to rest anymore.

Whether from humble backgrounds or prestigious families, whether at the peak of the Transformation Realm or the Yuan Gang Realm, everyone stared intently at the battle on the arena.

Some people watched with furrowed brows, some with burning eyes, and some unconsciously mimicking the moves on stage with their fingers.

Xue Fengsheng realized what was going on, his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

in the audience.

In a corner on the side of the VIP area, Qin Ya and He Qingshan sat side by side.

He Qingshan's left arm was still bandaged, and he held a bowl of cold tea in his right hand, his gaze fixed on the waiting area.

He looked at the young people in the waiting area who were no longer resting with their eyes closed but were all staring at the ring with their eyes wide open, and he grinned.

"These little brats have finally realized it."

He took a sip of herbal tea, his voice tinged with emotion.

"This major competition in the Department of Foreign Languages is like a big lesson."

Qin Ya didn't reply, his gaze also falling in the direction of the waiting area.

He Qingshan continued, "Yuan Gang martial arts are difficult to learn. Without a solid foundation, even if you get a copy, you won't understand it. But if someone personally demonstrates it to you, showing you the moves, the movement, the flow of power, and the circulation of Qi, and you see it all with your own eyes and remember it, then you can go back and look at the copy again to verify it, and you'll be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

He paused.

"Although I can't learn it directly, this experience is the most valuable asset."

Qin Ya looked at the black-clad figure sitting upright with his eyes closed in the waiting area and nodded.

He Qingshan put down his teacup, his smile fading slightly, and his tone becoming serious.

"This could be a first for many people."

He paused for a moment.

"And this is the last time."

Qin Ya glanced at him.

He Qingshan looked at the two young men fighting on the stage and lowered his voice.

"How many times in a lifetime can you have the chance to sit peacefully by and watch others unleash their Yuan Gang techniques without facing life-or-death danger or paying a price? Once you enter the martial world and go to the battlefield, the revelation of Yuan Gang techniques often means a life-or-death struggle."

His gaze deepened.

"In a life-or-death crisis, no one can calmly observe another's martial arts. You're either killing, running for your life, or blocking a sword or spear; who has the time to figure out how someone else's moves are executed?"

He looked toward the waiting area.

"Therefore, every match on this stage is priceless to them."

He chuckled.

"It all depends on how much they can remember."

Qin Ya remained silent for a moment before speaking, his voice very soft.

"That was Chen Ping's first thought."

He Qingshan nodded, and the scar on his face curved slightly.

"That's why I say this kid is born to be a martial arts practitioner."

The second day of competition has concluded.

There were only sixteen people left in the waiting area.

The group got up and left one after another.

Chen Ping got up and walked outside.