Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 94 Monster (Please subscribe!)

In the Dahe Gang's seat, Ding Xian leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the arena before he leaned over to Yuan Shao and whispered, "Yuan Shao, this year's competition is quite interesting. Before many matches have even been played, the Qingyi Society and the Bai Gang have already pulled out their trump cards."

He scoffed and continued, "In my opinion, Chen Ping is still too young. Between masters, victory or defeat is not so easily decided. He's just wasting his energy. It seems that this year, my Great River Gang will stand out."

Lu Chengye sat to the side, shook his head, and said, "Not necessarily. Chen Ping mastered the Great Perfection Fist Technique at the Bone Refining Realm. Now that several months have passed, his martial arts may have improved even further."

Ding Xian continued, "Refinement? You mean mastering the basics isn't enough, this kid can still go even higher?"

He spoke very quickly, "Among the three gangs, only Master Lü of the Green Robe Society has mastered a complete martial art, and that's the result of decades of dedicated practice. If Wan Guihong drags this out long enough, and Yuan Shao intervenes, that kid will definitely be outmatched!"

Yuan Shao remained silent, his gaze fixed on Chen Ping. After a moment, he spoke, his voice steady: "I didn't see how he got onto the stage. This man has excellent footwork and also possesses the Dacheng Fist technique. If I were to face him, I would have to be extremely vigilant. Manager Ding must not underestimate him."

He straightened up, his gaze focused intently on the field.

On the White Gang's side, Shi Haobo's face was ashen. He turned to say something to Yan Hai, but Xie Xiao spoke first: "Manager Shi, let him be."

Shi Haobo turned to look at Xie Xiao, who, seeing the two getting closer and closer below, said, "Wan Guihong is a powerful and unruly man. If he can really kill Chen Ping on the spot, that would be the best outcome. If not, it will still be good to test Chen Ping's strength."

Shi Haobo spoke up: "This Chen Ping is no ordinary person. If something happens to Wan Guihong..."

Xie Xiao interrupted, "So what if something happened? Once the Green Robe Society is gone, what's a mere Wan Guihong?"

Shi Haobo remained silent, then turned to look at Yan Hai. Yan Hai didn't speak, but the meaning on his face was clear.

On the arena, Wan Guihong walked to the center of the stage and looked down at Chen Ping. Seeing that Chen Ping's hands were empty and the large sword on his back had not been moved, a hint of contempt rose in his eyes.

Chen Ping stood opposite him and spoke calmly, "Are you ready?"

Wan Guihong smiled contemptuously, took a stance, and held the stick horizontally in front of him.

The next moment, Chen Ping's figure disappeared.

Wan Guihong's pupils shrank suddenly. He had been focused on Zhang He while seated and hadn't paid much attention to Chen Ping. Now, facing him, he realized how strange this man's movements were. He subconsciously stepped back, felt a slight breeze on his side, and suddenly turned his head, swinging his stick to the side, only to miss.

the other side.

He realized this and tried to turn his head, but Chen Ping threw a punch that shattered the surrounding snow and wind. The terrifying force exploded, and Wan Guihong's expression changed drastically. He was blasted ten steps away, leaving two white marks on the table. He leaned on the stick, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Ping again. His arrogance was gone, replaced by utmost solemnity.

He coughed, looked down at his chest, then looked up again, his eyes filled with disbelief. His blood was churning, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, but he forced it down and didn't vomit.

Across from him, Chen Ping stood still, his brows furrowing slightly.

That's it?

Wan Guihong's body is too weak. He mobilized his qi and blood in that punch, but he still held back. He wanted to max out his proficiency in the Crushing Stone Force in this battle, but Wan Guihong's body simply couldn't withstand more punches. If he continued, he would probably be crippled.

Wan Guihong noticed Chen Ping's frown and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

This appearance clearly indicates that the long-prepared killing move did not achieve the expected power.

He quickly went through the move in his mind. This was probably the kid's ultimate fist technique. The attack wasn't fully effective. Next time, as long as he was prepared, protected his vital points in advance, and mobilized his qi and blood to withstand the attack, he could then close in and entangle the opponent before the force subsided...

Before Wan Guihong could sort out his thoughts, Chen Ping's figure disappeared again.

This time, Wan Guihong did not repeat the mistake he made last time. He circulated his qi and blood ahead of time, tensed all his muscles, held the stick horizontally in front of him, stared intently at his surroundings, and clenched his teeth.

left.

Right.

Behind.

There isn't anywhere.

A cold wind blew across the river, making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

The next moment, a very light stomping sound came from underfoot.

Wan Guihong's pupils shrank suddenly. He looked down and saw Chen Ping already squatting at his feet. Chen Ping rose from the ground and punched him in the abdomen at a tricky angle, leaving no room to block the stick.

He desperately dodged to the side, the punch grazing his side, but only barely touching him. Half of his body went numb instantly, he staggered, and almost knelt on the stage.

An endless chill rose in his heart.

It was just a scratch.

This was just a scratch.

He took a deep breath, his blood and qi surging wildly, his internal organs resonating faintly. He held the stick horizontally in front of him, shouted loudly, and lunged at Chen Ping. The stick swept across the air with a whooshing sound, this was the heaviest blow he could deliver.

Chen Ping dodged to the side, the stick whistling past his ear. He didn't stop, pressing his body against it, his blood and qi surging, his internal organs resonating, his acupoints and flesh resonating. Ninety percent of his blood and qi poured into his right arm at this moment, the heavy, mercury-like blood surging through his body.

That punch was aimed at killing.

boom.

With a dull thud, a fist slammed into Wan Guihong's head. The terrifying force, combined with the fist's own power, exploded inside Wan Guihong's skull, shattering it instantly. His headless body knelt on the platform, frozen in that final, terrified pose for a moment before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

From Wan Guihong's arrogant entrance to his tragic death, only a few breaths passed.

Wan Guihong was a genuine master of the Ming Jin skill, one of the few in Huai'an Prefecture who could be counted on two hands, yet now he couldn't even fight back.

The room was deathly silent.

Chen Ping stood on the stage, glanced down at the headless corpse at his feet, turned around, and said nothing.

Lu Cheng, holding his teacup, glanced at the White Gang, then at the Great River Gang, before throwing his head back and bursting into laughter. He called out loudly towards Yan Hai, "Hahaha, it seems there are differences even among those with Ming Jin skills!"

Laughter echoed across the riverbank.

At the White Gang's seat, Yan Hai looked at Lü Cheng, who was laughing heartily. With a snap, the armrest of the chair in his hand shattered, and wood chips fell to the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Shi Haobo below, and said, "How did you teach him? This Wan Guihong is a complete waste!"

Shi Haobo's chest heaved violently.

Does he not know whether Wan Guihong is a good-for-nothing?

Qi Renwu gave Wan Guihong the tendon-refining method from the Huamen sect. Wan Guihong's tendons grew to five inches longer, and he broke through the refining stage by 60% of his condensed qi and blood. He also opened three key points.

His sparring partner was also him, a martial artist with internal strength.

He only possessed the martial arts proficiency of the Master level, but it was a superior martial art of the Hua Sect.

He knew in his heart that if Wan Guihong were to reach the Dark Force level, even he would be no match for him. In the previous Dragon Head Ceremony, even Li Yuan, who was at the Dark Force level at that time, might not have been a match for him. To be killed by Chen Ping with two punches? What a joke.

Where would you find something like this?

Shi Haobo suppressed his fear, turned to meet Yan Hai's eyes, raised his hand, pointed at Chen Ping who stood calmly in the arena, and said in a trembling voice, "Wan Guihong is very strong. It's not that I taught him poorly, nor is it for any other reason. That guy is a monster!"

On a hillside beside the riverbank, amidst the withered grass, a tall man lay prone on the ground. An old scar ran diagonally across his jaw from his left cheekbone. His gaze was fixed on the distant arena, and he had a blade of grass between his teeth.

The moment Chen Ping's two punches landed, he abruptly straightened up, a blade of grass falling from his mouth. Staring at the scene, he muttered, "Good heavens, a perfect fist technique, what a pleasant surprise!"

In the distance, a large boat was moored on the river. Inside the cabin, an old man and Qi Renwu sat side by side, with tea steaming in the air.

The moment Chen Ping unleashed those two punches, the old man paused, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and exclaimed, "A perfected fist technique?!"

He turned to Qi Renwu and said, "If this boy can be subdued, he will surely help my Hua Sect grow stronger!"

Qi Renwu remained silent for a moment before speaking: "As far as I know, this kid has close ties with some people in the Green Robe Society. If we wipe out the Green Robe Society, they won't be so easy to subdue."

The old man chuckled and said, "Is it necessary? Kill his relatives and friends, then use beautiful women to wear down his will. Once he has something to care about, we can control him. Give him money, a mansion, and all the luxuries he could want, so he'll know that following my Hua Sect is the future."

He stood up, looked over there, and said calmly, "This kind of genius shouldn't be allowed to fall into the wrong hands."

Qi Renwu looked at the calm and collected figure on the stage, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "If this kid has nothing to do with that stuff, I think there's no problem."

The old man didn't speak, but picked up his teacup again and took a sip.

At this moment, someone in the arena raised their head and looked towards Shanyang City.

In the distance, a cloud of dust rose, banners were faintly visible, and a procession stretched out as Prefect Qian's carriage slowly left the city and headed onto the official road.

One person saw it, two people saw it, and soon everyone on the riverbank saw it. The buzzing voices suddenly subsided, and the atmosphere became like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

At the White Gang's seat, Xie Xiao and Yan Hai stood up simultaneously, their eyes flashing with murderous intent. They exchanged a glance but remained silent.

On the Qingyi Society's side, everyone's expression changed simultaneously. Li Yuan placed his hand on his waist, Rouge Tiger leaned forward slightly, and Yellow Teeth slammed the teacup heavily on the table.

Lu Cheng held his teacup without moving, but slightly raised his eyelids and glanced towards the White Gang.