Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

After announcing his name, Yi Yang placed his hands on the hilt of the Tiger Roar Blade and stood in the center of the arena.

Discussions quickly arose among the audience.

"Yiyang?"

"Which Yiyang?"

"Who else could it be but the one that was rumored before? He's only been in the Youquan Division for half a year, but he's already been promoted from Deputy Inspector General to Inspector General, and now he's become a candidate for Chief Inspector General. His promotions are faster than we eat meals."

"I heard that he killed Mo Qianhe, Wei Zhao and Ye Jin in White Fish City. Even the combined efforts of several people at the third level of internal energy could not stop him."

"There is also a level three of perfect internal energy."

"This person's record is undeniable; there are probably very few in the Inner Qi Realm who can suppress him."

The people around them got more and more excited as they talked.

The murmurs came from all directions, and several young guards stood on tiptoe to try and see who was on the platform.

Yi Yang stood in the center of the arena, with the Tiger Roar symbol in front of him and the tip of his knife touching the ground.

He didn't project his aura like Wang Hechang, nor did he actively challenge Xiao Yunhe.

He just stood there, his gray cloth coat swaying gently in the wind.

To outsiders, the man on stage was just a strange old man with a full head of black hair and a weathered face. His aura was revealed to be at the third level of perfect internal energy, and he didn't seem to be intimidating at all.

But the more this is the case, the more knowledgeable people realize that it's not simple.

On the left side of the stage, the bearded candidate for chief inspector of the Punishment Division turned his head and whispered something to his colleague beside him. The two of them looked at the arena together, their expressions changing from indifference to scrutiny.

On the right, a young candidate chief inspector of the Zhiwen Division pulled his hands out of his sleeves, placed them in front of his chest, and stared at the blade of Huxiao.

That knife, just by looking at it, you can tell it's heavy, at least sixty pounds. For a sixty-year-old to carry such a heavy knife onto the stage with one hand, he must be quite strong.

"I've heard about Whitefish City's record."

The one who spoke was a young man from the Exorcism Division.

He was dressed in the official robes of a candidate chief inspector, looked to be in his early thirties, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and was toying with a short stick in his hand.

His name is Zhang Ran.

Of the three people who came with Ji Yunzhang, besides Bald Wang Hechang, he was one of the other two.

Zhang Ran glanced at Yi Yang on the stage, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips.

He certainly knew about what happened in White Fish City; he had single-handedly killed Mo Qianhe, Wei Zhao, and Ye Jin, cutting off the heads of several major forces.

But the strongest among them was only at the third level of perfect internal energy cultivation.

In a battle between cultivators with three levels of internal energy, the outcome depends on their skill and experience.

But this is the arena for the candidates to become chief inspectors.

The scene of the three True Qi Realm cultivators easily taking the cards is still vivid in my mind.

Now, if an old man with perfected third-level internal energy stands up, no matter how famous he was in the past, it's all the same in front of a True Qi Realm cultivator.

Zhang Ran slapped the short stick into her palm twice.

His cultivation level was also at the third level of perfect internal energy, putting him at the same level as Yi Yang.

However, even within the same realm, there are varying levels of skill. Zhang Ran had spent eight years in the Evil-Slaying Division, killing evil cultivators and battling demonic beasts. He believed that his martial arts skills were unmatched at the Inner Qi Realm level.

"I'll go up and try."

Zhang Ran said something to her colleague next to her and then walked towards the arena.

Po Xie's colleague, who was standing nearby, was stunned for a moment. He wanted to pull him back to check the situation, but before he could reach out, the man was already gone.

Zhang Ran leaped onto the ring.

He slung the short stick over his shoulder, tilted his head, and looked at Yi Yang provocatively, saying:

"Zhang Ran, candidate for Chief Inspector of the Evil Extermination Division."

He brandished the short stick in his hand; its body was jet black, made of high-quality steel, and clearly not an ordinary item.

"I've heard that Lord Yi has killed several people in White Fish City. I've long admired him and would like to ask him for a few pointers."

This scene caused another stir among the audience, who began to discuss it animatedly.

"Someone's gone up!"

"It's really hard to say who will win when two people with perfected third-level internal energy clash."

"Zhang Ran is one of Ji Yunzhang's men. He has practiced the killing techniques of the Evil Breaking Division for eight years. This old man is probably going to suffer."

Seeing someone go on stage, Yi Yang turned around and looked at Zhang Ran, who was three steps away.

A powerful mental force swept over the opponent's entire body.

The internal energy is perfectly balanced at the triple level without any concealment, and the physical condition is quite good, with a steady rhythm of blood and qi circulation.

The short stick in his hand was a high-quality, sharp weapon, indicating considerable wrist strength.

It is at the same level as the cultivation level he has been pretending to have.

Yi Yang gripped the hilt of the Tiger Roar Blade with his right hand and clenched his left fist, slowly saying:

"please."

Just one word.

Zhang Ran's brow twitched. This old man was quite straightforward, but she wondered if he really had the ability.

Pei Zongyue raised his hand on the high platform, signaling to begin.

Zhang Ran stomped her foot and lunged forward.

The short stick was swung from the shoulder in a sweeping motion, carrying the full force of the third level of perfect internal energy. The stick whistled as it went straight for Yi Yang's left rib.

"Continuous Bamboo Stick Technique 1"

Fast and ruthless, this superior staff technique emphasizes a continuous and relentless offensive.

The opening move was a killer move.

The people of the Exorcising Evil Division do not have the habit of testing each other. When facing evil cultivators and demonic beasts, being even half a beat slow in their attack is tantamount to suicide.

The force of that blow would have made even a martial artist at the third level of internal energy go numb if they tried to parry it with their sword.

But Yi Yang did not block.

He didn't even raise his knife.

As the short stick swept three feet in front of him, Yi Yang leaned back slightly. The wind from the stick brushed past his chest, lifting the hem of his gray outer robe.

Zhang Ran's pupils contracted slightly.

Unexpectedly, Yi Yang's reaction was so astonishing.

Before he could change his move, Yi Yang's right foot had already stepped out.

Crossing the river by skimming the water.

He moved forward, cutting directly into Zhang Ran's inner circle.

Tiger Roar did not draw his sword; Yi Yang only used the scabbard.

The sheath was turned sideways and slammed forcefully onto Zhang Ran's short stick.

It weighs 72 jin (approximately 36 kg).

In addition, the full force of the complete infusion of internal energy at its peak is applied.

Zhang Ran felt as if the short stick in her hand had been hit with a hammer.

My thumb and forefinger were torn, my finger bones ached, and my entire right arm, from my wrist to my shoulder, was trembling.

The short stick flew out of his hand, hit the edge of the ring, bounced twice, and rolled off the stage.

Before he could react, a powerful force slammed into his chest.

That was the end of the Tiger Roar scabbard, pressed against the center of his sternum.

Zhang Ran's feet left the table.

He was sent flying backward, tumbling halfway through the air before crashing onto the yellow earth three feet from the edge of the ring.

Dust billowed high into the air. He coughed up blood, tried to stand up by supporting himself with his hands, but couldn't hold on for long and sat back down.

Seeing that the outcome was decided, the entire stadium fell silent.

From the moment Zhang Ran made his move to the moment he was knocked away, no more than three breaths elapsed.

one move.

Yi Yang didn't even draw his sword.

Yi Yang stood in the center of the platform, the Tiger Roar Blade sheath standing upright in front of him again, his posture unchanged from before.

He didn't even change his breathing.

The drill ground remained quiet for five breaths.

Then it exploded.

"Holy crap! One move?!"

"He didn't even draw his knife! He just used the scabbard to send the guy flying?!"

"Zhang Ran is a member of the Evil-Slaying Division... with the strength of a perfect third level of internal energy, and he couldn't even withstand a single blow?"

"What exactly is this old man's strength?"

On the other side of the Po Xie Division below the stage, Ji Yunzhang raised an eyebrow.

He put his hands behind his back, twitched his fingers slightly, and said nothing.

Wang He, sitting in the audience, had his arms crossed, and the slight disdain on his lips had long since vanished.

He stared at Yi Yang's arm for several breaths, estimating the force of that blow.

The power to send a martial artist, along with their weapon, flying after being struck by the force of the "Perfected Internal Qi Realm" is beyond what can be described by the term "Perfected Internal Qi Realm".

Having obtained the token, Gu Zhang opened his half-closed eyes, and the way he looked at Yi Yang was completely different from before.

Xiao Yunhe stood in the line of the Punishment Division, her fingers twirling a strand of hair before letting it go. A hint of solemnity appeared in her eyes.

If he hadn't revealed his True Qi Realm strength and had instead faced the old man head-on with his Third Level of Internal Qi Perfection strength—

She dismissed the thought.

It's hard to say, really hard to say.

The faces of the candidates for chief inspector, who were at the third level of internal energy, all changed.

The young man from the Zhiwen Division lowered his hands from his chest; his palms were sweaty.

Zhou Fangyu stood in the line of Youquan Division, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He had just told Yi Yang, "We'll figure something out when we get the last three tokens."

As a result, the old man swung his scabbard and sent the man flying.

Are we in the same grade?

I used to think the two were about the same strength?

Zhou Fangyu's lips twitched twice, unsure whether to be happy or depressed.

I'm happy because Yuquan Division finally has someone to back it up.

The reason I felt frustrated was that this scene was being handled by an old man who was twenty years older than me.

No, the key issue isn't age.

The key question is—just how strong is Yi Yang?

A mastery of the third level of internal energy can instantly kill someone of the same level. Such overwhelming power is either due to a cultivation technique far exceeding that of ordinary people, or a physical strength that is close to the threshold of the True Qi Realm.

Neither of them are as good as what I can achieve.

Zhou Fangyu remained silent.

Yi Yang, standing on the platform, glanced at the audience below but did not urge them on.

He knew that the reason he was able to kill his opponent in one move was because his strength far surpassed that of his opponent. How could a body tempered by true qi be blocked by someone at the inner qi realm?

Time passed by, one breath at a time.

Those eager candidates for the third level of internal energy cultivation were now all behaving themselves.

Some people were looking down at the shoes, while others suddenly became very interested in the banners next to them.

Yi Yang stood firmly, calculating in his mind.

He controlled that move very well, without using his true energy or even the Nine Peaks Sword Technique, relying solely on pure strength and agility.

It's enough to intimidate opponents at the Inner Qi Realm without revealing your trump card.

If no one else goes up, he will be able to get the token after an incense stick has burned.

But Yi Yang knew that things weren't that simple.

His spiritual power spread around the training ground.

At Jinyang Temple, the bald, spiky-haired fat monk had stopped chanting and was whispering something to a middle-aged monk standing next to him.

The muscles beneath the robe of the middle-aged monk bulged, and a dagger was tucked into his waistband.

Yi Yang glanced over and knew that the situation had changed.

really.

The middle-aged monk stepped out of the line.

He walked slowly, and with each step he took, the yellow earth beneath his feet spread outwards.

A surge of energy emanated from his body, clinging to his skin and protecting his flesh.

True Qi Realm!

Upon seeing the monk about to enter the arena, the murmurs in the training ground instantly changed tone, saying:

"A True Qi Realm expert has entered the arena!"

"People from Jinyang Temple?"

"Isn't this bullying the weak? Yi Yang is only at the third level of perfect internal energy cultivation!"

"What bullying! Is that even written in the rules? If it's not, they can still go ahead."

"That's true, but isn't Yi Yang just giving away a True Qi for nothing?"

"Hey, how do you know it's free? That old man just sent Zhang Ran flying with one move. What if he's hiding something?"

"Are you out of your mind? There's an insurmountable gap between the True Qi Realm and the Inner Qi Realm. What trump card could possibly bridge that gap? Try sending someone at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm to fight someone at the Inner Qi Realm!"

"In other words, this old man was unlucky. The three people in the True Qi Realm ahead of him got the tokens. No matter how strong he is, he is only in the Inner Qi Realm. He can only admit defeat when he encounters them."

Because of the vast difference in strength between the two sides, the audience was in an uproar.

The middle-aged monk jumped onto the ring.

He wore a gray monk's robe, made of coarse cloth, and cloth shoes with multi-layered soles.

He appeared to be in his early forties, with broad, thick brow bones, high, prominent temples, and a square jawline. He drew a dagger from his waist with his right hand.

The blade is narrow and straight, about three feet long, with a thick spine and a cold gleaming edge.

"My Buddhist name is Jingchen."

He held the monk's knife across his chest and clasped his hands together in prayer towards Yi Yang.

"Seeing you wield the knife, this humble monk's hands itch with desire. I would like to learn your swordsmanship; would you be willing to instruct me?"

That's a polite way of putting it, but the true energy that clung to his skin showed no sign of restraint.

Yi Yang narrowed his eyes, staring at the ring knife in the other person's hand.

Jinyang Temple.

The original owner of the Xuanyuan Blade was from Jinyang Temple.

At this critical juncture, are these monks simply looking to compete, or do they have other motives?

Yi Yang's right hand rested on the hilt of the Tiger Roar Blade.

Press your palm against the cloth and slowly close your fingers.

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