Becoming an immortal from a canal worker

Chapter 96 Dragon Python Strength

The moment Ghost Hand Zhang stepped out, the sounds of fighting around him didn't stop, but the atmosphere in this open space changed completely.

Chen Ping stood opposite him, his boxing stance set up.

Ghost Hand Zhang glanced down at Chen Ping's fist, something flickered in his eyes, then calmed down, let his hands hang loosely, and slowly walked up.

With his first punch, Chen Ping stepped forward, activated his Divine Speed, and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already to the left of Ghost Hand Zhang. He unleashed a devastating force, and his fist slammed into Ghost Hand Zhang's side.

boom.

It felt like hitting a piece of refined iron; my tiger's mouth went numb, and the skin on my fist throbbed with pain.

Chen Ping's eyes flickered slightly.

Zhang the Ghost Hand earned his nickname through two skills: the "Bone-Disassembling Hand" and the "Diamond Body." The latter is a form of external martial arts training. He constantly tempered his body with medicinal baths and repeatedly cleansed his skin, muscles, and bones with his blood and qi. When he reached the extreme, his entire body became as hard as refined iron, making him impervious to ordinary weapons. If a fist struck him, the fist would be the one to suffer the loss.

Ghost Hand Zhang remained motionless, slowly turning his head to look at Chen Ping, before reaching out to grab him.

Chen Ping swayed and dodged, then unleashed the Crushing Stone Force once more. This time, the punch landed in a different spot, striking Ghost Hand Zhang's back. It still felt like hitting cast iron, with most of the force being absorbed.

Ghost Hand Zhang turned around, his steps steady, and caught up.

The two exchanged blows, and Chen Ping's incredible speed made it impossible for Ghost Hand Zhang to catch him. However, each punch he landed on Ghost Hand Zhang only caused him to sway slightly, without causing him any harm.

Seeing this, others in the arena began throwing table legs and weapons at Chen Ping, trying to disrupt his movements.

However, under the operation of the Water Observation Technique, those debris appeared to Chen Ping as if in slow motion; with a slight shift in his body, they all missed their target.

Yellow Teeth chuckled beside him, occasionally tossing out a few silver tokens to shield Chen Ping from sneak attacks, and casually sending away a few of the bolder gang members.

For a time, neither of them could gain the upper hand.

Ghost Hand Zhang couldn't hit Chen Ping, and Chen Ping couldn't hit Ghost Hand Zhang.

Ghost Hand Zhang's eyes slowly changed.

He stared at Chen Ping, watching the angle of each punch, the rhythm of his blows. The more he watched, the more something seemed off. This kid's punching style was different from before. Every punch was about finding the angle, about sensing the path of force transmission. It didn't seem like a life-or-death struggle at all; it was more like—

They used him as a wooden dummy for practice.

A tremendous disgrace.

Ghost Hand Zhang's attack suddenly became ferocious. His blood surged, his entire body turning crimson. He quickened his pace, his fists slamming down with a whistling sound, each punch delivered with full force. He roared, "When the Hua Sect arrives, you will die!"

Chen Ping turned a deaf ear.

He simply followed his own rhythm, unleashing the moves of the Crushing Stone Force one by one. Fourteen, thirteen, his proficiency slowly accumulated with each collision, and the number in the small print on his retina gradually increased.

In the distance, Prefect Qian's convoy completely disappeared from sight.

The large ship on the river moved and slowly approached this way.

Yan Hai turned his head and saw him, grinning maliciously, "Hahaha, Qi Renwu's uncle is here! He's a true master above the Transformation Realm, killing you is like slaughtering a dog!"

Li Yuan remained silent, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the long sword.

Lu Cheng maintained his composure, as Huang Ci's strength was ultimately somewhat inferior to his. He glanced at Chen Ping but said nothing.

Chen Ping's mind was completely absorbed in the boxing technique.

One punch, one punch, another punch.

Ghost Hand Zhang couldn't affect his rhythm at all. Every collision was a feeling, a feeling of how the force rose from the soles of his feet, how the power flowed through his body, and how the force of the punch dissipated when it hit King Kong.

At one moment, the line of numbers in front of my retina flickered.

【Crushing Stone Force (Perfect)】

Current progress: 2000/2000

Chen Ping's eyes suddenly lit up.

He took a step back, slowly pulling his right fist open to its limit. At this moment, all his blood and qi were pressed into his right arm, his internal organs resonated, and his acupoints and flesh resonated. The heavy, mercury-like blood surged throughout his body, but this time, something was different.

The force surged within his fist, as if something was about to burst forth.

Ghost Hand Zhang stared at his fist retraction movement, completely unafraid, still meeting the attack with his bare body, relying on his Vajra Body to withstand it. He knew the upper limit of the kid's power after the punches had been going on for so long.

A fist was thrown.

It sounded like a dragon's roar.

The next moment, Ghost Hand Zhang's expression changed drastically.

The force in that punch was several times greater than usual, like a dragon or a python, continuous and relentless. When it struck him, even with his strong physique, he couldn't withstand this terrifying, unstoppable force.

puff.

Ghost Hand Zhang was sent flying backward, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

Chen Ping's fist moved with his body, and he took three steps in quick succession, unleashing three punches in succession. Ghost Hand Zhang was hit by the three punches in mid-air, and with each punch, the force increased.

Ghost Hand Zhang lay on the ground, his chest caved in, blood streaming from his mouth. His fingers dug into the mud as he tried to get up, but he couldn't.

Chen Ping withdrew his fist, stood still, and looked down at the line of words in front of his retina.

【Dragon and Python Strength】

He knew in his heart that there was no progress or realm. This martial art came from the Crushing Stone Force and could be considered self-created. It was directly perfected, but if he wanted to make further breakthroughs, he would need to comprehend something else.

The room was deathly silent.

Ghost Hand Zhang collapsed into the mud, his chest rising and falling weaker and weaker until it finally stopped.

When the remaining members of the White Gang and the Great River Gang saw Ghost Hand Zhang fall, the last thread holding them together snapped. Some threw down their weapons and ran away, some knelt on the ground, and some stood there dumbfounded, their minds blank.

Xie Xiao turned his head and saw Ghost Hand Zhang's body lying on the muddy ground, his face deathly pale. He shouted, "Stop right there! Anyone who dares to run away!"

Before he could finish speaking, a stick came crashing down from behind.

He turned his head and saw one of his own gang members. The man's eyes no longer held the usual reverence, only anger and hatred. He shouted, "You beasts are sending us to our deaths!"

Xie Xiao was enraged and killed him on the spot.

The next moment, a knife came slashing down, and another gang member shouted, "You bastard, you killed my father!"

One by one, the White Gang members rushed towards Xie Xiao. Enraged, Xie Xiao killed all the gang members around him, but those who were supposed to run away had already run away, and he was somewhat dazed.

Lu Chengye roared, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Xie Xiao snapped back to reality as Rouge Tiger's blade came slashing down in front of him. He tried to block it, but his knees buckled suddenly. Looking down, he saw that it was a silver skewer made by Yellow Teeth stuck in his knee. He gritted his teeth and pulled it out. When he looked up, Rouge Tiger's blade was growing larger and larger in front of him.

Before he died, he glanced at Chen Ping, who was walking towards him, and his heart was filled with boundless hatred. It was this Chen Ping who, with a snap, brought down the blade, and Xie Xiao died a tragic death.

The large ship docked.

Qi Renwu and the old man disembarked one after the other, followed by eleven people. Their footsteps made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the withered grass on the riverbank.

Yan Hai stopped, jumped to the old man's side, his face full of flattery, and said, "Sir, you've arrived."

The old man ignored him, frowning as he looked at the corpse of Ghost Hand Zhang in the arena, and said, "Do you know that he is now a respected elder of my Hua Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Hai was terrified, his face changing drastically. The next moment, his eyes turned fierce, and he threw a punch at the old man, shouting, "Old man, you're dead at this distance!"

The fist stopped five inches to the side of the old man.

The old man raised his hand, and an explosive aura erupted. With a punch from a distance, Yan Hai was sent flying. His body twisted and turned in the air, as if someone was repeatedly striking him with a heavy hammer. When he landed, his body was already contorted, clearly beyond dead.

Li Yuan stood with Lü Cheng, his eyes solemn, and said in a low voice, "Yuan Gang release, this is the Yuan Gang Realm."

Those still alive in the room fell into a deathly silence.

The old man looked up and scanned the crowd, his gaze settling on Huang Ci. He asked, "Are you Huang Ci, the leader of the Great River Gang?"

Huang Ci nodded.

The old man waved his hand and said, "The White Gang is almost wiped out. From now on, this river will be yours. I've already made arrangements with the new prefect."

Huang Ci lowered his head and agreed, showing no elation, only silence.

The old man then looked at Chen Ping, smiled, and said, "Young man, you are very good. You have actually managed to forge your own path in a martial art. Would you be interested in joining my Hua Sect?"

Although the words were an invitation, the old man's eyes clearly showed contempt, and he did not regard him as a human being.

Chen Ping stared at the old man in front of him, knowing that if he refused now, the old man would make a move the next moment.

He glanced around at the light, wondering if he could move with his superhuman speed.

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts, sighed, and waved his hand: "Annihilate them, young man. I advise you not to move. Although your movement skills are good, they are not enough in my eyes."

The eleven people behind him, including Qi Renwu, walked step by step toward the Qingyi Society members, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

Lu Cheng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, Li Yuan held his sword horizontally in front of him, Rouge Tiger's eyes were as still as dead water, and Yellow Teeth clenched the silver token in his hand. Everyone knew that this time, things would probably be difficult.

next moment.

A footstep seemed to explode right next to everyone's ears.

Footsteps appeared out of nowhere, one step at a time, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, the sound as clear as if it were striking everyone's chest.

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Run!"

Before the eleven people behind him could react, their heads fell to the ground in the next instant, and their bodies collapsed with a thud, without even a scream.

A tall man appeared between Qi Renwu and the old man.

A dark, muscular man with an old scar running diagonally from his left cheekbone across his jawline, rested his hands on their shoulders. He leaned forward, a half-smile playing on his lips, and spoke in a deep, booming voice: "Tell me, how are you going to steal my Cangwu Terrace's students?"

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