Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 202: Golden Skin and Jade Complexion, Shocking! (Family members, please vote with double monthly tickets!)

The two stepped onto the ring at the same time.

Xue Fengsheng stood still and drew a slender silver longsword from his waist. The blade was narrow and thin, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He looked at Chen Ping and, without wasting any words, spoke directly.

"Brother Chen, I know I can't beat you."

His tone was frank, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

"But I don't want you to see my Yuan Gang ultimate technique."

He pointed his sword forward and raised it slightly.

"If we truly intend to fight, whoever is weaker will admit defeat, how about it?"

Chen Ping looked at him and twitched his lips.

"Take one of my blows first, then we'll talk about the rest."

The next moment, Chen Ping took a step forward, raised his 600-pound broadsword high, and slashed fiercely at Xue Fengsheng.

The blade wind, wrapped in golden-red aura, tore a scorching crack in the air.

When Xue Fengsheng faced this blow, he finally understood what Wang Yanqiu had faced that day.

The 600-pound weapon, combined with the dual attributes of metal and fire, and that monstrous physical strength, made this slash incredibly powerful and lethal—something that no one of the same level could withstand.

But he was, after all, the pride of the Xue family in this generation.

His mind was not shaken by that blow.

He swayed slightly, barely dodging Chen Ping's knife.

She floated to Chen Ping's side like a falling leaf, thrusting out her long sword.

fast.

Extremely fast.

Chen Ping casually blocked it.

But Xue Fengsheng's figure kept changing, like a leaf blown by the wind, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, and you had no idea where he would appear next.

The sword in his hand was also moving faster and faster, one strike after another, each one coming from a tricky angle.

In the audience, a seasoned martial arts master squinted for a moment, then chuckled, "Falling Leaf Sword."

He stroked his beard.

"Using the agile and versatile style of the Falling Leaf Sword to deal with a martial artist like Chen Ping who uses wide and sweeping attacks is a good choice."

He stretched out his fingers and silently counted as Xue Fengsheng drew his sword.

"After forty-nine sword strikes, they are combined into one sword, which can pass through the hall like a gentle breeze."

On the stage.

Chen Ping continuously blocked Xue Fengsheng's sword.

The trajectory of every sword strike, the rhythm of every change of direction, and the landing point of every step of his movement were all memorized by him.

Soon, Xue Feng won the forty-ninth sword strike.

Chen Ping focused his attention, preparing to carefully observe the changes in the combined sword.

Suddenly, Xue Fengsheng's figure twisted.

This is not a sequel to the forty-ninth sword.

Instead, it relied on the force of that twisting motion.

He leaped like a roc spreading its wings, soaring several feet above Chen Ping's head.

A person is in mid-air.

His wide sleeves.

He swung it sharply downwards.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Instantly.

Hundreds of strange pebbles, as thin as soybeans and as black as ink.

Like a dense downpour.

It came down on me like a tidal wave.

It completely enveloped Chen Ping below.

Chen Ping frowned.

hidden weapon?

With a slash of his saber in the air, golden and red aura appeared, splashing out a scroll of interwoven golden and red saber energy in front of him, shattering all the stones.

But the instant those things were shattered, bursts of black mist exploded in the air.

The protective energy that came into contact with this black mist was instantly corroded, eroded, and dissolved.

Chen Ping's mind went blank.

poison.

It was not only a hidden weapon, but also coated with a poison specifically designed to break through the martial artist's protective aura!

The next moment, the black mist suddenly broke apart.

Dozens of sword beams shot out from the mist and arrived in front of Chen Ping in the blink of an eye.

Extremely fast.

It happened so fast that even he didn't have time to fully react.

Moreover, these sword energies are imbued with true meaning.

Fallen leaves carried by the wind.

The sword energy, like falling leaves, came with the wind, swirling down from the sky, seemingly light and airy, yet each one was wrapped in extremely sharp true intent.

Xue Fengsheng hovered in the air, his long sword thrusting out continuously. With each thrust, a sword aura slowly drifted down. A gentle breeze blew, and the sword aura continued to fall, mixed with black mist.

He said with a laugh in the air.

"Brother Chen, if you don't unleash your true power soon, you're in for a rough time."

The black mist completely enveloped Chen Ping, and sword energy continued to fall.

Many people in the audience stood up.

"Despicable scoundrel! He actually used poison!"

"Is this still a fair and square martial arts competition?"

Angri curses rose and fell.

In the VIP area, the veterans of the martial arts world remained relatively calm.

Someone said, "This Xue family kid is ruthless enough. In order to win this competition, he has no shame or dignity left. He will stop at nothing."

"However, this shameless and vicious nature is actually more suitable for surviving in this competitive world."

On the stage.

Xue Fengsheng continuously thrust out sword energy, and in an instant, he had already thrust out over a hundred strikes.

He was a little puzzled.

Why is there no movement below?

This poisonous mist can only corrode the body's protective energy; it only slightly erodes the physical body.

Although his methods were dishonorable, he knew his limits. It was acceptable to hurt someone in the heat of battle if he lost control, but it was unacceptable to use poison to corrode people.

These toxic fumes are ultimately just a smokescreen.

The fact that no instructor intervened at this moment proves that Chen Ping is unharmed.

Why didn't he react?

Suddenly, Xue Fengsheng's pupils contracted.

Within that black mist, the wind swirled and the clouds moved, as if something inside was sucking things in fiercely.

In an instant, the black mist thinned out.

Chen Ping's figure came into view.

Xue Fengsheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw the scene below.

Chen Ping stood still, motionless.

The protective aura was indeed worn away.

Her clothes were torn apart by the sword energy, revealing her fair and jade-like body beneath.

That body, every muscle was so neatly sculpted as if by a master sculptor, as perfect and hard as marble.

His incredibly sharp sword energy, when it landed on Chen Ping's body, could only cut a tiny gap, as shallow as a scratch on paper.

Once the sword energy reached the muscles beneath the skin, it was firmly held in place.

Then Chen Ping's muscles clenched involuntarily, and the gap closed up.

Healed before he even had a chance to bleed.

in the audience.

Front row of the VIP area.

Cui Qingyi's eyes widened.

Her voice trembled slightly, and a strange blush rose on her face as she whispered, "What a fine body."

As he spoke, he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

Cui Qingwei turned his head and was dumbfounded.

His younger sister learned manners from her elder sister Cui Qingci since childhood, and her every move was that of a well-bred lady. She had never had such demeanor before.

He waved his hand in front of her face and whispered, "Manners, manners!"

Cui Qingyi was taken aback, then sat up straight, regaining her aloof demeanor, and said without changing her expression, "Chen Ping's physical body has undergone a mutation; even his internal energy can hardly cut through his body."

She paused, the admiration in her eyes still undisguised, and added softly.

"What a beautiful body."

Cui Qingwei glanced at her, then at Shang, nodded, and said nothing more.

On the stage.

Xue Fengsheng refused to believe it and thrust out more than a dozen sword energies.

Each one carries the true meaning of fallen leaves riding the wind, and each one is wrapped in sharpness.

But when it hit Chen Ping, it didn't even leave a decent wound.

Chen Ping gripped the horse-slaying saber in one hand and looked up at Xue Fengsheng in the air.

His muscles twitched slowly, bulging out one by one, like a winch meshing together, and his skin shimmered with a faint golden sheen.

Xue Fengsheng was shocked when he saw the changed body below.

Physical transformation.

Yes.

This phenomenon can only be explained by a physical mutation, which explains why the sword energy could not cut through his body.

Chen Ping below jumped suddenly.

Without a running start or any leverage, he pushed off the stone surface with both feet, leaping directly above Xue Fengsheng's head.

Xue Fengsheng was in mid-air, looking up at the figure that pressed down from above like a dark cloud, the black horse-slaying saber held high above his head, golden-red energy burning on the blade.

Only two words came to his mind.

It’s over.

He cleaved down with a single stroke.

Xue Fengsheng was sent flying like a tattered sack, crashing down from the air, bouncing once on the arena, tumbling dozens of feet before landing on the edge of the arena.

His protective aura dissipated, his clothes were tattered, and his longsword fell from his hand, landing a few steps away.

He lay on the ground, motionless and unconscious.

The burly instructor strode onto the ring, bent down to check Xue Fengsheng's breathing and pulse, and after confirming that he was alright, stood up.

He walked to Chen Ping's side and raised his hand.

"Chen Ping wins!"

......

in the audience.

In the martial arts school's student area, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy turned to look at his instructor, his face blank.

"Teacher, I didn't see anything clearly."

He scratched his bald head in frustration and complained aggrievedly.

"Instructor, didn't you tell us to learn the moves of the Yuan Gang masters? But... I opened my eyes wide just now, and I couldn't see anything clearly."

"I never learn anything from this guy's matches; he just ends them in a flash."

The martial arts instructor's lips twitched. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Yuan Gang martial artists all have their own fighting styles. This Lord Chen Ping's fighting style is to win with a single move. It's simple and direct. Although you can't really learn anything from his moves, you should observe his muscles. See how his muscles move, how they twist, how they..."

As he spoke, his voice grew softer and softer until he finally shut up.

Because he himself couldn't figure it out either.

There was a brief silence in the audience.

Then, a deafening cheer erupted.

Someone, his eyes gleaming with excitement, slapped his thigh and shouted, "No matter how many transformations you make, I will cut you down with a single stroke! This is Chen Ping, the dragon who emerged from the mud of the Cao River and wiped out the winds of the southern city with a single stroke!"

Those around him were also flushed with excitement: "Indeed! If he had more to do with dragons, I think giving him the title of 'Dragon Blade' wouldn't be an exaggeration!"

In the VIP area, the seasoned veterans of the martial arts world saw even more.

An elderly man with graying hair and beard looked grave and said in a low voice, "This kid, good heavens, he's already undergone two physical transformations after just one training session?"

He looked at his companion beside him.

"What kind of fortune? What kind of foundation?"

The man next to him nodded, his voice low: "I was only slightly surprised by his dual-attribute metal and fire qi before. But the physical body he's revealed now is truly astonishing."

He counted on his fingers.

"However, after refining the Yuan Gang, one will experience two major physical transformations: golden skin and jade-like complexion. You should know that there are two more opportunities for physical transformation after the second and third refinements. Each transformation may be accompanied by a strange change."

He swallowed hard.

"In other words, this kid will at least undergo some kind of physical transformation."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several veteran martial arts practitioners around them all changed.

Some looked shocked, while others had an uncontrollable fervor in their eyes.

An elder from a sect dressed in a blue robe couldn't help but whisper, "If only such a prodigy were in our sect, how wonderful that would be?"

They all turned their heads to look at Qin Ya, who was laughing heartily with his head tilted back, on the side of the VIP area.

My teeth are practically grinding to powder.

That old military rifle, it's really lucky.

Qin Ya seemed to sense the burning gazes on them, turned to look at them, and chuckled, "You people, don't get your hopes up. He still has Sui Guan above him."

He Qingshan turned around, slapped his thigh, and laughed loudly, "Me too! Hahaha!"

The atmosphere was completely different at the VIP seats of the aristocratic families.

The Lu family members remained calm, as if they had expected this all along.

Lu Chengyuan turned to look at Lu Henian behind him and said in a low voice, "Your decision back then was truly correct. Chen Ping is indeed not that simple."

Lu Henian half-closed his eyes, hummed, and remained silent.

On the Wang family's side, Wang Zhaoyao's uncle and Old Master Xu exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

The elders of the Xue family looked ashen-faced.

The white-haired old woman from the Xiao family leaned on her cane, her face expressionless, but she tapped the ground twice with her cane.

The front row of the VIP section.

The smile on Master Fushan's lips disappeared.

The paper on his lap was already spread out, and he held a pen in his hand, the nib hovering above the paper.

It hung in the air for a while.

Finally, I put pen to paper.

After "Born with immense strength, possesses astonishing comprehension, has dual attributes of metal and fire, and has exquisite swordsmanship," another line was added.

After refining the Yuan Gang, one gains golden skin and jade-like complexion, resulting in a powerful and robust physical body.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the increasingly long annotations following Chen Ping's name on the paper.

This piece of paper contains dozens of names, and most of the annotations are only four or five words long.

Only Chen Ping had written a full line, and the competition wasn't over yet.

......

Waiting area.

Chen Ping walked back and sat down.

A butler hurried over and handed over a new set of clothes.

Chen Ping took it and was about to put it on when Zhang Tingwan and the others crowded around him.

Zhang Tingwan reached out and pinched Chen Ping's arm; when she pressed down with her fingertips, it felt as hard as pressing a stone.

"Good boy/girl."

He clicked his tongue twice and then rubbed his shoulders.

"How strong is your physical foundation? Two physical transformations."

Zhou Ji also reached out and patted Chen Ping on the back. His hand went numb from the impact, and he grinned, saying, "Harder than my axe."

Zhai Jing stood to the side, glanced at him, and didn't touch him, but her gaze lingered on Chen Ping's muscle lines for a moment before turning away.

Chen Ping finished dressing and swatted away several hands that were still groping him.

Across from him, Wang Zhaoyao looked at him and spoke in a calm voice.

"Indeed, only someone like you deserves my full strength."

He paused for a moment.

"I was worried that your body wouldn't be able to withstand the disaster. But it seems you can."

Chen Ping fastened his belt and looked up at him.

"Just enjoy yourself."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the burly instructor's voice rang out from beside the arena.

"Wang Zhaoyao versus Zhao Shuyan."

Zhao Shuyan's face turned pale.

He turned to look at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Don't be reckless."

Zhao Shuyan nodded, took a deep breath, and stood up.

Across from him, Wang Zhaoyao stood up, straightened his sleeves, and looked at Chen Ping.

See you in the finals.

After saying those two words, he turned and walked towards the arena.