Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Chapter 70 Sharp Edge Revealed

The disciples of the Hongmen Martial Arts School clapped and cheered, their spirits high after winning two consecutive matches. They all hoped that their senior brother would take action and completely suppress Qin Heng, the most powerful fighter in Songxuan Martial Arts School.

The disciples of Songxuan Martial Arts School held their breath, all looking at Qin Heng with anticipation. Their school had already lost two matches in a row, and they all hoped Qin Heng could turn the tide and wash away the frustration of these defeats.

Li Yiping shook the gourd in his hand, tilted his head back and took a swig, then wiped his mouth. He knew Qin Heng's abilities well, and a faint smile played on his lips, as if he was about to watch a good show.

Li Xiaona clutched the hem of her clothes, tiptoed close to Qin Heng's ear, and whispered, "Senior brother, kill him. Fifth senior brother and eldest senior brother both lost to him, you must teach him a lesson!"

Qin Heng didn't speak, but simply looked up at the arena.

Seeing that he didn't move, Fang Yu simply went in first, dusted himself off, and assumed the starting stance of Snake Fist.

His inner strength flowed slowly around him, causing his clothes to flutter even without wind. His tone was filled with undisguised pride and youthful competitiveness: "Come on! Brother Qin, don't hold back! Last time you wiped out the bandits, you single-handedly crippled Qin Tianbao and his brother, two masters of inner strength. You really impressed me, and I couldn't sleep well for three days!"

"I went back and practiced like crazy for over four months, and finally I've reached the threshold of perfect internal strength. Today's the perfect day for us brothers to have a real exchange of blows, so I can really see what kind of strength you're really up to!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the arena. Perfected internal strength! He was even slightly stronger than Senior Brother Zhang Mingyuan; no wonder he was able to defeat two internal strength disciples from Songxuan Martial Arts School.

Sun Dazhu, sitting at the head of the table, nodded repeatedly, slapped the armrest of his armchair heavily, and turned to Mo Guangren, winking and saying, "Hey Lao Mo, did you hear that? Our two disciples are going to have a public sparring match. Your other two disciples have been defeated by my Fangfang one after another, and they already owe me two jars of Heyang strong liquor."

He stroked his stubble and grinned broadly. "If Qin Heng loses again, you'll have to give me two more jars to make it an even number. This time you can't get away with it!"

Mo Guangren paused slightly in his teacup, glancing at him indifferently. "I won't skimp on your wine. I just don't understand why an old man like you, with no wives or concubines, needs so much strong liquor. Will you have anything to do with it after you finish it?"

"Then don't worry about it!" Sun Dazhu retorted, unfazed by his teasing, grinning broadly. "Don't pry into our private lives! We're still in good shape, fifty is our prime, plenty of energy, and we have plenty of ways to enjoy ourselves. But you, when Qin Heng loses later, don't be stingy with your good wine, don't be like last time, trying to get me to pay for it after half a year!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Guangren nodded helplessly, a smile playing on his lips. Too lazy to argue with him anymore, he simply held his teacup quietly, his gaze casually falling on Qin Heng standing at the side of the room.

On the other side, Qin Heng took in the entire situation and pondered to himself.

Songxuan Martial Arts Academy has already lost two matches in a row, and the morale of all the disciples is low. As his master's last disciple, if he continues to avoid fighting, he'll not only lose face for the academy, but his master will also lose face in front of his friend. Fang Yu is also a friend of his, so he'll hold back a bit and suppress Fang Yu's arrogance on the spot, stopping short of a fight. Given Fang Yu's temperament, it shouldn't be a problem.

With his mind made up, Qin Heng moved slightly and was about to walk towards the center of the training ground.

The moment his feet left the ground, a surge of fighting spirit welled up within him, and a barely perceptible fluctuation of internal energy unconsciously escaped from his body.

This faint aura was so faint that ordinary disciples of the Dark Force would not even notice it, but to Mo Guangren and Sun Dazhu, two masters who had been immersed in the Transformation Force for decades, it was like a thunderclap.

Mo Guangren's hand, which was holding the teacup, suddenly froze in mid-air.

His previously calm and indifferent gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, fixing itself firmly on Qin Heng.

Almost simultaneously, the smile on Sun Dazhu's face vanished. He sat bolt upright, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowing, and his hand, which had been casually resting on the armrest, clenched into a fist.

"Transformation of internal energy?"

"Dissolving Force!"

The two whispered the words almost simultaneously, their voices filled with disbelief. They then turned their heads in unison, their eyes meeting abruptly.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing horror in each other's eyes. They knew all too well what this fluctuation of qi and blood meant; it was the pure internal energy that only a master of the Transformation Realm could cultivate, a unified and seamless integration of the whole body!

"No need! Fangfang, come back!"

Sun Dazhu was the first to regain his senses and immediately shouted loudly towards the field.

Fang Yu was assuming the stance for his snake fist technique, eagerly awaiting Qin Heng's arrival for a duel, when he heard this and was immediately stunned, his face full of indignation: "Master, why did you suddenly call a halt? I've never even exchanged blows with Brother Qin before! I'm truly not satisfied unless I get to fight him a few times!"

He had finally reached the peak of his internal strength and had been eager to prove himself against Qin Heng. He was unwilling to leave the arena so easily and stood there without moving an inch.

"Fangfang! You martial arts fanatic, I told you to come back, so come back! Why are you babbling on and on!" Sun Dazhu's face was extremely grim, and his tone was authoritative and left no room for argument: "You take your men back to the academy immediately. I have important matters to discuss with your Uncle Mo, so I won't be going back with you."

"What urgent matter is it that you can't even wait for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?" Fang Yu stubbornly refused to back down. "Just give your disciple the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and I'm sure I can win back two more jars of Heyang Strong Wine for Master."

"You bastard!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sun Dazhu raised his foot and kicked him in the back of the knee. Fang Yu's body went limp, and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.

"You dare talk back to me?" Sun Dazhu glared and scolded. "If you don't listen to me, I'll call you Yuyu every day from now on! Alright, take them and get out of here. I have important business to discuss. Don't waste my time here."

Fang Yu clutched her knee and secretly glanced at Sun Dazhu. Seeing that her master was truly angry, she dared not argue any further. She could only stand up, bow to Mo Guangren, and give a slight nod to Qin Heng, Zhang Mingyuan, and the others before leaving dejectedly with her fellow disciples.

The training ground in the front yard instantly quieted down. Seeing that the excitement was over, the disciples of Songxuan Martial Arts School dispersed and went back to practice their skills.

Mo Guangren's gaze fell on Qin Heng, then turned to Sun Dazhu, his tone indifferent: "The inner courtyard training ground is secluded. Let's go there and talk in detail."

Sun Dazhu immediately understood, his heart already pounding with excitement. The two walked side by side in front, with Qin Heng silently following behind. The three of them crossed the vast martial arts arena and went straight into the inner courtyard of the martial arts school's training ground.

The ground here is paved with bluestone slabs, with wooden stakes and stone locks on both sides, and it is secluded and deserted.

As soon as the three of them stood still, Sun Dazhu turned his head to look at Mo Guangren, a hint of urgency hidden in his eyes, and subtly gave him a meaningful look.

Mo Guangren remained calm and composed, giving only a barely perceptible nod.

Just as Qin Heng stood still and had just regained his footing, Sun Dazhu suddenly burst into action!

"Qin boy, watch out!"

A deep shout suddenly shattered the silence of the training ground. Sun Dazhu's figure instantly shifted from stillness to movement. Without any preparation, he stood with his hands down and his breathing was as steady as an ordinary person. The next second, he was launched out of the ground, so fast that he left only a blurry, almost transparent afterimage!

The gust of wind arrived before the body, and a chilling, sharp sensation instantly pierced the skin.

He concealed his inner strength, his right hand forming a claw with sharp yet harmless power. His arm moved like a snake emerging from its hole, tearing through the air with a soft "sizzle," its angle extremely tricky, aiming straight for Qin Heng's throat.

This attack was not a fatal blow, but it was the most direct test from a master of internal energy. Its power and speed far exceeded any of Fang Yu's attacks!