Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 205: Finally Witnessing the Day of Calamity, Creating the Yuan Gang Ultimate Technique?

On the stage.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, were several dozen feet apart.

Chen Ping stood on the left side of the arena, dressed in black, his sword still drawn, hands behind his back.

Wang Zhaoyao stood on the right side of the arena, wearing a deep red brocade robe and holding a crimson spear with the tip pointing downwards, the fire element energy slowly flowing around the spear.

In the audience, tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the two of them.

Eighty percent of their gazes lingered for a few more breaths when they swept over the figure in black.

Low-level canal workers.

No background, no foundation.

I've come all this way and now I stand before everyone.

Standing opposite him was Wang Zhaoyao, a born genius, the once-in-a-century prodigy of the Wang family.

Before Chen Ping slayed the four Yuan Gang warriors, everyone assumed that Wang Zhaoyao had no rivals in this year's competition. The first place in the outer academy competition was practically his for the taking; there was no suspense. But Chen Ping, like a dark horse, wild and ferocious, forcefully burst into everyone's view.

Moreover, all of his battles were not fierce fights, but complete crushing victories.

With perfected internal energy, he sent the opponent flying with a single palm strike.

Wang Yanqiu, who had undergone the first refinement of Yuan Gang, had his will crushed by him, one strike at a time.

Xue Fengsheng's Falling Leaf Sword Technique and poisonous fog hidden weapons couldn't even tear his clothes.

Lu Xi's Chengliu Sword Technique was completely destroyed by him in one move.

From beginning to end, no one saw his limit.

The burly instructor stepped forward.

In the audience, tens of thousands of people fell silent.

No one speaks.

No one talked about it.

Just observing. The side of the VIP area.

Qin Ya looked at the figure in black on the stage, his eyes showing no tension or worry, only relief.

He Qingshan sat beside Chen Ping, a smile playing on his lips.

Regardless of the outcome of this battle, Chen Ping has truly established a firm foothold in Tianyan City.

Middle section of the audience seating area.

Xiao Shan sat there, watching Chen Ping on the platform, his expression calm.

Xue Fengsheng held his teacup, his gaze fixed on the figure in black. The smile on his lips was different from usual; it was devoid of calculation or coldness.

Lu Zhenxi, with a short sword at his side, leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed indifferently on the arena.

The scions of prominent families sat in twos and threes in the audience, looking at Chen Ping without any hostility in their eyes.

Only respect.

Being hostile to Chen Ping is a matter of principle. Powerful families do not allow those from humble backgrounds to rise to prominence; this is the rule, the interest, and the tacit understanding passed down through generations.

But this respect now has nothing to do with stance. It is simply respect for the strong.

Chen Ping deserves respect for what he has achieved.

Besides, is Chen Ping still considered to be from a poor family now?

If he rises to the next level, he alone will be a prominent figure in the family.

......

On the stage.

The burly instructor stood between the two men and looked around.

He did not read out the rules again.

no need.

He glanced at Chen Ping, then at Wang Zhaoyao, nodded, and turned to leave.

Only two people remained in the arena.

A gust of wind blew across the arena, ruffling Chen Ping's robes and Wang Zhaoyao's brocade robe. Wang Zhaoyao looked at Chen Ping opposite him and remained silent for a few moments.

Suddenly, he did something that no one expected.

He sheathed his crimson spear at his side and bowed solemnly to Chen Ping.

Bending over, head bowed, posture proper.

Tens of thousands of people in the audience were stunned.

The Wang family's natural-born genius, the prodigy of Tianyan City, bows to a poor canal worker on the arena.

Wang Zhaoyao straightened up, looked at Chen Ping, and spoke.

"What I said back then was biased."

His voice wasn't loud, but the arena was so quiet you could hear the wind.

"You, Chen Ping, certainly don't need me to save your life."

He paused for a moment.

"I will compensate you for that later. I can't make that decision in Tianyan City. We'll discuss it again when we get to Yangzhou." Chen Ping looked at him, his gaze shifting slightly.

He still remembered Wang Zhaoyao's condescending tone on the mountain path that day: "Abandon your cultivation, and I'll save your life," and "Three thousand taels of silver, go home and be a rich man."

At that time, Wang Zhaoyao regarded him as an ant.

Now, Wang Zhaoyao is bowing deeply in front of tens of thousands of people.

Chen Ping did not respond.

With a flick of his wrist, the opening of the hidden sack loosened, and the 600-pound horse-slaying sword fell into his hand.

The knife tip points downwards and touches the bluestone surface.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaoyao's lips curled slightly, and he raised his crimson spear, the tip pointing to the ground.

The two looked at each other.

They could all see the burning fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

There's no need to say anything more.

The next moment, Chen Ping circulated his internal energy, and his muscles bulged. Golden lines lit up beneath his clothes, spreading from his neck to his arms, and from his chest to his waist and abdomen, like a golden net pasted on his skin.

With golden skin and jade-like complexion, her defensive power is fully unleashed.

The black-clad figure holding the knife took a step forward.

Swift as a feather.

A blur remained in place, and Chen Ping's figure vanished.

Within seven steps, he vanished without a trace.

Wang Zhaoyao's pupils contracted.

The next moment, I felt a chill on the back of my neck.

Chen Ping's horse-slaying saber had already appeared beside him, its 600-pound blade gleaming with golden-red energy, slashing horizontally.

Wang Zhaoyao swung his spear to block it.

The sound of metal clashing exploded on the arena.

Chen Ping didn't stop, activating his Divine Speed ​​again. His figure vanished, reappearing on Wang Zhaoyao's other side, and he struck again with his blade. Wang Zhaoyao turned and parried with his spear.

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut.

Chen Ping's figure flickered on the arena, appearing from different directions and angles each time. His 600-pound broadsword slashed with lightning speed, each strike wrapped in golden-red energy, each aimed at Wang Zhaoyao's vital points.

Wang Zhaoyao's crimson spear danced like a curtain of spears, blocking every strike.

The tenth cut, the twelfth cut, the fifteenth cut.

The two moved faster and faster, and only the continuous muffled sounds of metal colliding and two figures crossing paths remained on the arena.

The seventeenth cut.

Chen Ping's figure flashed, and this time he didn't appear beside him, but leaped into the air in an instant.

From above.

He raised his horse-slaying saber high, golden-red energy burning on the blade, and descended like a meteorite, carrying the full weight of the 600-pound saber, slashing fiercely at Wang Zhaoyao's back.

Wang Zhaoyao was unable to dodge in time.

He knelt on one knee, gripped the gun with both hands, and carried it behind his back, using the gun barrel to block. This was the "gun-back stance."

boom!

The saber struck the gun.

Chen Ping gripped the knife with both hands. The weight of the 600-pound craftsman's weapon, combined with his terrifying physical strength and the potential energy from falling from the sky, created a triple force that slammed down without reservation.

The bluestone ground beneath Wang Zhaoyao shattered instantly, cracks spreading in all directions from below his knees, and the entire bluestone slab collapsed.

Wang Zhaoyao's arms were trembling, but he held on.

Chen Ping's eyes gleamed, his muscles twitched, and the force on his blade remained undiminished as he stomped his large foot directly at Wang Zhaoyao's back.

Wang Zhaoyao reacted instantly, grabbed both ends of the gun barrel with both hands, and bent it sharply.

The crimson spear's elasticity was brought to its fullest potential at this moment.

The gun bent into an arc shape, then snapped straight, the enormous rebound force sending Chen Ping staggering back a step.

Chen Ping slipped, and before Guan Shuifa could react, Wang Zhaoyao had already moved.

He threw the spear directly. The spear tumbled in the air, while he himself lunged forward empty-handed.

The fist was covered in flames.

He punched Chen Ping in the chest.

The force of the punch instantly tightened the muscles in Chen Ping's chest, but the fire-elemental energy was incredibly hot. The power of the punch tore through the skin on Chen Ping's chest, leaving a charred fist mark.

The fire-elemental energy scorched the edges of the wound, charring the skin and preventing it from healing for a while.

Chen Ping took a half step back.

Wang Zhaoyao gave him no chance to catch his breath, and with a swift movement of his right hand, he grabbed the spear that was spinning in the air.

The moment the gun was in his hand, he swept it across the room with a single shot.

With immense force, the spear, enveloped in crimson energy, was pulled past Chen Ping's waist.

Chen Ping was sent flying several steps, landing several feet away, his feet leaving two deep marks on the bluestone ground before he finally managed to regain his footing.

Wang Zhaoyao did not pursue.

He stood there, gun in hand, and his aura changed. The true meaning of "Wildfire" was revealed.

Crimson flames rose from his body, and the aura on his spear became scorching and surging, like a raging fire.

Chen Ping steadied himself, the charred fist mark on his chest still faintly burning.

He raised his horse-slaying sword, and golden-red energy surged on its blade, with layers of black vortexes slowly rotating on the surface.

The true meaning of the tide is revealed.

The two true intents collided on the arena, heat waves and abyss intertwined, half of the arena surface was baked red, and the other half was torn and cracked by the devouring power.

The two moved at the same time.

The crimson spear and the jet-black saber clashed in the center of the arena.

Wang Zhaoyao's Wildfire Spear Technique is wide and sweeping, with each strike leaving a trail of crimson flame. The flames are shattered and then reformed, endlessly regenerating.

Chen Ping met the attack with his sword.

But this time, Wang Zhaoyao noticed something was wrong.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a hundred blows, and no two of Chen Ping's sword techniques were the same. Even the movements were different.

The first strike was a downward slash, the second a horizontal sweep, the third a thrust, and the fourth a sweeping motion. The angle, force, speed, and trajectory of each strike were completely different.

But each strike was imbued with the true essence of the Tide Abyss, the vortex swirling on the blade's surface, devouring the flames of the Wildfire Spear Technique.

Wang Zhaoyao frowned more and more as he fought.

He had read extensively and studied all the martial arts classics in the world, but he had never seen such a sword technique before.

This doesn't resemble a sword technique with many variations; rather, it seems completely chaotic, just random slashing.

But each strike subtly aligns with the true meaning, proving that the swordsmanship is correct.

I like it.

The expressions of those seasoned elders in the martial arts world grew increasingly solemn.

An elderly man with gray hair and beard whispered, "This sword technique is wrong."

The person next to him asked, "What's wrong?"

"Look at each of his strikes, the moves are different, the changes between them are completely random, and there is no trace of any known swordsmanship." He paused, lowering his voice even further.

"He's trying."

"Try what?"

"He's testing which angle of the strike has the strongest killing power, and which strike, when applied with force, can best embody the essence of his Devouring True Meaning."

The old man's eyes were fixed on every swing of Chen Ping's sword on the arena.

"He...created a new move in the ring?"

On the stage.

Chen Ping kept swinging his sword.

Every cut is an experiment.

Which angle of the cut can maximize the devouring power of the Chaoyuan True Meaning?

Which strike can perfectly match the weight of a 600-pound craftsman's tool?

Which strike could be fast enough to both devour the opponent's inner energy and launch a counterattack? He was using Wang Zhaoyao as a whetstone.

After several hundred moves, the chaotic sword techniques gradually became more regular.

We screened and eliminated piece by piece.

Finally, it was settled.

Thirteen cuts.

Thirteen completely different starting techniques, power exertion, and landing points, yet each strike perfectly showcases the power and subtlety of the true meaning of the Tide Abyss.

With the first strike, the devouring power of the Chaoyuan True Meaning directly tore apart the flames on the tip of Wang Zhaoyao's spear.

The second strike followed immediately, cutting in from an unbelievable angle. The vortex on the blade tore a crack in Wang Zhaoyao's protective aura.

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut.

Every strike he made suppressed Wang Zhaoyao's Wildfire Spear Technique.

Wang Zhaoyao was forced to retreat repeatedly by the thirteen blows, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

Why does it feel like Chen Ping's thirteen slashes were specifically designed to counter his Wildfire Spear Technique? Did he see the Wildfire Spear Technique in the armory on the fourth floor and then seek out this sword technique to counter him?

What were those chaotic sword techniques before? A test? Or...?

His lips curled into a smirk.

wrong.

He recalled the discussions among the veterans of the martial arts world.

"He created new moves in the ring."

Wang Zhaoyao suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.

These sword techniques weren't learned from any secret manual.

It was created by Chen Ping on the spot during these hundreds of moves of combat.

He spent hundreds of moves honing his thirteen-sword technique on the stage, in front of everyone, using Wang Zhaoyao as a whetstone.

He created the Yuan Gang unique martial art.

In the audience, all the seasoned martial arts masters who had noticed something amiss stood up. "A self-created Yuan Gang martial art?"

"Impossible! He's only at the first stage of the Yuan Gang realm, how could he possibly create a Yuan Gang ultimate technique on the spot?"

"But look at his thirteen strikes, each one subtly conveying profound meaning, each move meticulously executed. This is something that can't be achieved through random, aimless slashing!"

A cacophony of voices surged forth like a tide.

In the front row of the VIP section, Cui Qingyi's mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

Cui Qingwei looked at the figure in black on the stage and muttered, "Just how much more is this guy holding back?"

Master Fushan's pen hovered in mid-air, refusing to fall.

On the stage.

Wang Zhaoyao stopped laughing after he finished.

With a flick of his spear tip, a completely different style of marksmanship emerged in his hands.

The previous Wildfire Spear Technique, though powerful and fierce, still had room for maneuver.

This shot, however, is like a blazing sun, high above. Once fired, there is no turning back.

The next moment, his body suddenly burst into flames.

A blurry, illusory sun slowly appeared behind him, rising from the arena floor and higher and higher, its crimson light enveloping the entire arena.

In the VIP seats.

Old Xu looked at the illusory figure and smiled.

"Finally."

He stroked his beard, his voice tinged with emotion.

"The Great Sun Spear Technique, supplemented by the Great Sun Illusion, then comes the 'Great Sun Amaterasu Sutra,' and then..."

He was laughing when he suddenly started coughing violently, his body hunched over, and it took him a while to recover.

"Then……"

He didn't say anything more. His cloudy old eyes reflected the phantom of the crimson sun on the arena, his gaze filled with reminiscence, regret, and expectation.

On the platform. The temperature was rising rapidly.

Chen Ping could feel the air getting hotter, the ground getting hotter, and even the hilt of the horse-slaying sword in his hand was getting hot.

The phantom of the great sun, radiating immense energy, hovered behind Wang Zhaoyao, gradually taking shape. Its edges became clearer, and its light grew increasingly dazzling.

Chen Ping looked at the great sun, the Tide Abyss True Meaning on the blade was spinning, and the black vortex was swallowing the surrounding heat waves.

He took a deep breath and fully activated the true meaning of the Tide Abyss.

It inhales from the depths and exhales from the tides.

Here you go.

The hundreds of black vortexes on the blade suddenly paused and began to rotate in the opposite direction.

Chen Ping slashed out with his sword.

Whoosh!

The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed throughout the arena.

Golden-red aura poured forth from the blade, not as a single blade aura, not as a curtain of blade energy, but as an entire ocean. An ocean of aura.

The golden light was sharp and the crimson light was scorching. The two colors intertwined and transformed into a surging wave of energy that swept towards Wang Zhaoyao.

Wang Zhaoyao's eyes froze.

The radiant sun and the ocean of radiant energy collided.

The spear and blade auras clashed and annihilated each other, the crimson flames and golden waves mingled together, exploding into countless fragments of light.

Just a few breaths.

The powerful waves extinguished Wang Zhaoyao's powerful sun.

The waves continued their momentum, crashing directly towards Wang Zhaoyao.

Wang Zhaoyao stood still, looking at the ocean of qi.

Looking at the surging qi in the ocean.

Yes, he is.

The primal energy of the Wildfire Spear Technique, which had been devoured by the true meaning of the Tide Abyss, was now all mixed in with this ocean, transforming into Chen Ping's weapon. A thought arose in his mind.

He smiled.

Then, a blinding golden light burst forth from his entire body.

"Chen Ping!"

"You created your own Yuan Gang technique on the spot! You truly deserve to be called a peerless genius!"

His voice echoed across the arena.

"But I..."

"We will never lose!"

next moment.

A chill crept up Chen Ping’s spine and onto the back of his head.

It did not come from the outside.

It came from inside his body. In an instant, an intense heat exploded from within Chen Ping's body.

The internal energy was burning, the blood and qi were boiling, and the blood felt like it was being boiled, even the muscles were being burned.

Chen Ping's protective aura was completely burned away in an instant.

The intense heat didn't come from the outside; it came directly from inside his body, as if a sun was burning inside his internal organs.

In the audience, several instructors' eyes darkened, and they all reached out their hands.

A thin membrane of air enveloped the entire arena, isolating the terrifying heat wave within it.

boom.

A bright sun rose above the arena.

It wasn't the blurry, unseen image from before.

It was a real, crimson, scorching, and dazzling sun radiating powerful energy.

Suspended in mid-air, it shone with dazzling light, enveloping the entire arena in a crimson incandescence.

Wang Zhaoyao was engulfed in flames, hovering in mid-air before the great sun. He leaned down and looked at Chen Ping on the arena.

The day of disaster finally arrived.