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

In the Youquan Division's ranks, Liu Qing stood half a step behind Yan Wuyuan, her fists clenched in her sleeves, her expression showing some worry.

It wasn't out of concern for Yi Yang, but Yi Yang was, after all, Jiang Yuexin's grandfather.

What if I can't catch the knife...

Liu Qing turned her head and glanced at Yan Wuyuan in front of her.

At this moment, Yan Wuyuan sat in a chair, her posture languid, her right hand resting on the armrest, her fingers tapping the wooden surface irregularly.

The enigmatic smile still lingered at the corners of her lips.

There was not a trace of tension on his face as if his men were about to be defeated.

He didn't even furrow his handsome brows.

Seeing her young mistress so calm, Liu Qing quietly loosened her clenched fist and thought to herself:

"Miss, don't worry, it means everything is alright."

On the other side of the platform, Ji Yunzhang had his hands behind his back, and his index finger rubbed against his cheekbone twice.

He stared at Yi Yang's hands holding the knife on the arena for three breaths.

Then he whispered four words:

"He didn't try his best."

He spoke very softly, so softly that only the person standing next to him could hear him.

On the other side, Xiao Zhengyan's eyelids twitched, and his gaze also fell on Yi Yang.

Although Yi Yang was forced back three steps, blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his left hand was also injured.

He looks like he's about to be seriously injured.

But the breathing through my nose doesn't feel right!

Even if a martial artist at the third level of internal energy is severely struck by a True Qi Realm expert and manages to hold on, their heart will still beat faster, their breathing will become disordered, and their blood circulation will experience a temporary imbalance.

However, Yi Yang's chest heaved too steadily on the field.

This shows that the previous three steps were not due to being pushed back.

He voluntarily withdrew and stepped back.

Wang Hechang, who had already received his token and was standing below the stage watching the show, lowered his two thick arms from their embracing position.

He frowned and looked at the old man on the stage again.

He hadn't paid much attention earlier. Although it was impressive that he killed Zhang Ran in one move, it was a fight between people of the same level and didn't prove much.

But now?

The old man took a full-force slash from a True Qi Realm expert, took three steps back, and stood still, his sword still in his hand.

This physical body's strength...something's not right.

On the arena.

Jingchen was also watching Yiyang.

His gaze moved from Yi Yang's arm to his chest, and then to his feet.

The corners of the opponent's gray cloth outer garment were blown open by the previous burst of energy, revealing a section of the pattern on the black armor plates inside.

It has an inner armor for protection.

But that's not the key point.

The key is Yi Yang's current state.

My heartbeat was steady, and the rhythm of my blood circulation was not disrupted.

The line of blood at the corner of the mouth is more like a normal overflow of qi after the body's energy is shaken, rather than a sign of damage to the internal organs.

A person severely injured by a True Qi Realm cultivator shouldn't look like this.

Jingchen slowly withdrew the dagger and held it horizontally in front of his chest again.

He stared into Yi Yang's eyes and said solemnly:

"My benefactor."

Jingchen's tone was a few degrees more somber than before.

"I used seventy percent of my strength in that last strike."

He paused and continued:

"If you only use these skills, I will not hold back in the next strike."

That's very clear.

You caught 70% of the force, which means you're still hiding something.

I'll go all out with my next strike. If you keep pretending, you'll be the one who gets hurt.

These words caused another stir among the audience, who realized that the battle was still subject to change.

Yi Yang wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.

Seventy percent of my strength.

This monk is quite honest.

He had already found the answer with that attack.

You can receive it without using your true qi.

But there was a price to pay: numbness in both arms and shock to the internal organs.

If Jingchen were to strike a second time, forcing oneself to endure it would result in serious injury.

Trying something once is called testing.

Continuing to stubbornly endure it is like an old man who's tired of living.

More importantly, what is his purpose in taking the stage today?

It means obtaining the token.

It is a contest for the position of commander.

He doesn't even reveal his True Qi Realm cultivation level, so how can he possibly overpower these people?

Yi Yang held the tiger's roar upright in front of him.

Then it loosened.

It wasn't the knife that loosened.

It was the suppression from the "Hidden Breath Formless Technique" within the body.

With Yi Yang's liberation, the long-dormant azure true energy deep within his Qi Sea surged into his meridians like spring water being released from a dam.

The true energy of Yi Wood instantly permeated the fascia, filling the limbs and bones, and a layer of invisible energy membrane rose from the surface of Yi Yang's skin.

boom--

The aura belonging to the True Qi Realm exploded on the arena.

The air within three feet of Yi Yang was filled with a powerful aura.

The gray cloth outer garment was stretched open from the inside out, the cuffs bulging and the hem fluttering. The patterns on the black iron soft armor were clearly visible in the sunlight.

The azure-green aura clung to her skin, flowing layer upon layer, endlessly.

The quality of this true energy is not the fierce and violent kind.

It is resilient, profound, and ever-renewing.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

It lasted for five breaths.

"True Qi Realm—!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

That shout shocked everyone.

"He's at the True Qi Realm?!"

"Yi Yang is at the True Qi Realm?!"

"Wasn't he supposed to be at the peak of the third level of internal energy cultivation? The records say he entered the prefectural city at the first level of internal energy cultivation!"

"Six months... He broke through from the first level of Inner Qi to the True Qi Realm in just six months?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"But is that powerful energy fake?! Are you blind?!"

The voices of hundreds of people on the drill ground were mixed together like a pot of porridge.

Zhou Fangyu, sitting in the audience, was aggravated by her previous injuries, and her legs felt weak.

He grabbed the shoulder of his colleague next to him to keep from sitting on the ground.

Internal energy reaches its peak in three stages.

He had always thought that Yi Yang was in the same grade as him.

Earlier, while chatting in the corridor, Yi Yang said he was preparing for the assessment. He even kindly analyzed the situation for others, telling them to wait until they had the last few tokens before figuring out a solution.

So this old man was actually at the True Qi Realm?

Was he being lied to from beginning to end?

Zhou Fangyu's lips twitched twice, and the expression on his face was so dramatic it could have been the subject of three plays.

In the queue of the Punishment Division, Xiao Yunhe loosened her hand from her hair and stared at the layer of turquoise aura on the platform, her pupils contracting slightly.

She concealed her cultivation level when she went on stage, first using her three levels of internal energy to give Zhou Fangyu the upper hand, and then revealing her true strength to decide the outcome with a single punch.

At the time, she felt that her acting skills were already quite advanced.

Unexpectedly, this old man was even more secretive than she was.

She was at least exposed in the same competition.

What about Yi Yang? It's been more than half a year since he entered the city, and everyone thought he was at the peak of the third level of internal energy cultivation.

Wang Hechang crossed his arms back over his chest, and his gaze toward Yi Yang held something new—not hostility, but a re-evaluation between colleagues.

The high platform is in the middle.

Lu Quan'an put down his teacup.

He gently placed the rough porcelain teacup on the armrest without making a sound.

But Pei Zongyue, who was sitting next to him, noticed it.

The chief inspector drank tea all morning without putting down his teacup.

Now he's actually let it go.