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

Jingchen stared at the azure true energy flowing around Yiyang, and his brows relaxed.

He placed one hand in front of his chest and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, that's correct."

"It seems you are the destined person I have been looking for!"

After that one strike, Jingchen concluded that Yiyang had concealed his cultivation level.

It's unreasonable for someone with perfected internal energy (level 3) to be able to withstand a strike with 70% of their own strength.

Now that the True Qi Realm's trump card has been revealed, everything makes sense.

Jingchen loosened his clasped hands and grasped the monk's knife again.

The way the internal energy circulates has changed.

It is no longer the same compression method that focuses on the three inches of the blade edge, but rather two streams are split from the dantian and poured into the blade along different meridians.

A golden luster appeared on the blade of the monk's knife he held, spreading from the base to the tip and enveloping the entire knife.

The Great Compassion Barrier-Breaking Blade - Second Layer: Breaking Attachment to the Dharma.

Jingchen lowered his legs, twisted his waist and hips, and slashed out with his monk's knife.

Golden blade energy burst forth.

Two golden arcs intersected, one going left and the other right, completely blocking Yi Yang's escape route and the space to dodge to both sides.

Two blades of energy, one high and one low, blocked the left and right sides.

No matter which attack Yi Yang blocks, the remaining one will cut into the gap in his defense.

Xiao Zhengyan, sitting below the stage, narrowed his eyes as he stared at the trajectory of the two golden arcs.

This monk put more thought into his strike than he did with the previous one; it seems he really is one of the more talented ones among those bald monks.

Some people in the audience saw through the trick and discussed it:

"How can we block this?"

"If you take one hit head-on, the other will be fatal."

"If the true skills of Jinyang Temple were so easy to break, they wouldn't be able to maintain their position as one of the three major sects in the prefecture."

Yi Yang ignored the discussions below the stage.

A powerful mental force spread out.

Within its spiritual platform, the golden-haired ape observed in its sea of ​​consciousness, its gaze following the two streaks of sword energy.

The thicker arc on the left will arrive first.

The one on the right is thinner, but the angle is more tricky.

Yi Yang did not retreat, and unleashed his Tiger Roar.

The Nine Peaks Sword Technique was activated, and true energy flowed into the blade.

"Houfeng".

The 72-pound blade was pushed out horizontally, blocking the front.

The azure-green aura collided with the golden arc, and the blade energy that arrived first was shattered by the tiger's roar, with golden fragments flying everywhere.

As he smashed the first crack, Yi Yang twisted his waist around.

"Ruifeng".

The blade flips, cutting from the side.

There was a weak point in the middle of the second arc, where the connection of the qi was not tight enough. Yi Yang's blade passed through that gap and cleaved the golden arc in two.

The two blade energies shattered.

The remaining qi exploded outwards, leaving several cracks on the table surface.

Upon witnessing this swordsmanship, someone in the audience gasped in astonishment.

Yi Yang's two strikes were incredibly fast.

From blocking head-on to counterattacking from the side, there was almost no pause in between.

Seeing that his move had been broken, Jingchen's brow twitched.

He didn't give Yi Yang any time to catch his breath.

He pushed off the ground with his feet, rushing five steps forward. His monk's knife slid down along the back of the Tiger Roar blade, aiming straight for Yi Yang's right wrist, which was holding the knife.

That move was incredibly fast.

Yi Yang pulled back his wrist to avoid the attack, and the tiger's roar sank downwards along the direction from which the monk's blade was pressing down.

Jingchen thought he was going to reduce his strength, so he pressed down half an inch with his right arm.

At that moment, Yi Yang raised his knee and struck Jing Chen in the abdomen.

Jingchen slashed down with his left palm, blocking the knee strike; the monk's knife had lost its original suppressive position.

A tiger's roar rose up.

Amazing peaks!

The tip of the knife darted through the narrow gap between the two, heading straight for Jingchen's shoulder.

Jingchen sidestepped the blade, the dagger spun around, and the hilt struck Yiyang's jaw.

Yi Yang lowered his head to let him pass, and the tiger's roar changed from a stab to a slash.

Dangerous peak!

The blade grazed past Jingchen's chest.

The golden protective aura was compressed by the blade, causing it to cave in half an inch.

Jingchen took a step back, then swept his dagger horizontally, forcing Yiyang to retreat as well.

The two then rushed to the center of the ring.

The monk's knife moved with perfect balance, each strike—slashing, parrying, and chopping—pressing down on the front.

Jingchen's steps were steady; he moved forward when he was moving forward and backward when he was moving backward, without any unnecessary movements.

Yi Yang's Tiger Roar technique changed moves extremely quickly.

The Nine Peaks Saber's nine techniques were switched back and forth in his hands: the thick peaks blocked, the sharp peaks attacked, the strange peaks thrust, and the perilous peaks slashed.

There is no fixed routine; the most suitable move is chosen based entirely on the instantaneous judgment of one's spiritual power.

The two knives clashed more than ten times within a few breaths.

clang!

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the training ground.

With each collision, bursts of cleavage energy erupted from the blades. The cracks on the platform multiplied, and loess and rock fragments were swept away in all directions.

Yi Yang took two steps back first.

Just as Jingchen was about to press forward, Huxiao slashed three times from below, forcing him to retreat three steps.

The two players switched roles several times.

Yi Yang's performance improved with each game.

The True Qi of Wood (乙木真罡) lacks the hardness of the Golden Qi, but its strength lies in its long-lasting power.

Every time Jingchen thought the force of the tiger's roar had been dissipated, the second layer of force would push along the blade.

After more than ten hard collisions, Jingchen's right arm began to feel sore and numb.

This result was hard for him to accept.

He cultivated a body refined through a hundredfold, and was only one step away from the mid-stage of True Qi.

Yi Yang's exposed qi thickness has not yet reached the perfection of the Hundred Refinements Body; in terms of cultivation level, he should be half a notch weaker than him.

But even now, the opponent's fighting spirit hasn't diminished.

The Nine Peaks Saber moves switch back and forth without ever stopping.

Jingchen took five steps back after the collision.

He took a deep breath, spread his feet apart, and held the cleaver horizontally.

His internal energy surged to its peak, and a golden luster spread from the dagger, covering his entire body.

His monk's robes were billowing out with his inner energy, and his aura rose to a new level.

"Be careful, benefactor—"

Jingchen uttered a low shout.

"The Third Level: Breaking Through the Forms of All Beings!"

As the words fell, the monk's knife slashed out.

A golden blade of energy burst forth from the blade's edge, several times thicker than the previous two strikes combined.

The area covered by the blade's energy was extremely wide; there was nowhere to hide within three zhang in front of the platform.

This strike lacks finesse and variation.

He crushed everything with his immense power.

Yi Yang stared at the overwhelming golden blade energy pressing down on him, but did not move.

A tiger's roar loomed across his chest.

Running away now is pointless. The opponent's coverage area is too large; with his agility, he can't dodge within three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Then let's just take it head-on.

All nine techniques of the Nine Peaks Saber Technique converged on the Tiger Roar Saber at this moment.

"The highest peak".

Nine Peaks Blade Perfection Realm.

The seventy-two-pound blade carried all of Yi Yang's true energy of Yi Wood, meeting the golden torrent head-on with a single strike.

boom--

The two forces collided.

The stone slab in the center of the arena collapsed half a foot. Cracks spread outwards from the point of impact, reaching all the way to the edge of the arena.

Yi Yang's arms were bulging with veins, and the soles of his boots were firmly nailed to the broken tabletop.

The golden blade energy was split in two by the tiger's roar, flowing past his body on both sides and sweeping across the air behind him, creating two deep trenches at the edge of the arena.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust rose into the air.

People in the front row took several steps back.

When the dust settled, everyone saw that Yi Yang was still standing in the same spot.

Tiger Roar Blade trembled, his arms ached, and his internal organs felt shaken.

But he didn't back down.

Jingchen on the other side wasn't having an easy time either.

After activating the triple sword technique, his face turned red, blood seeped from the tiger's mouth of his right hand, and his breathing became heavy.

The hundreds of people in the audience stared wide-eyed.

The old man withstood this powerful sword technique and was not knocked away?

Wang Hechang loosened his arms from the embracing position.

He stared at the platform beneath Yi Yang's feet for a couple of moments, his lips pressed tightly together.

The stone slab at that location was cracked, but the boot print did not move an inch.

This foundation is not that of an ordinary early-stage True Qi cultivator.

Jingchen sheathed the monk's knife and exhaled a breath of stale air.

He looked at Yi Yang, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and slowly said:

"You caught the triple sword strike, benefactor. This humble monk is in awe."

He paused for a moment.

"But this humble monk still has one more knife."

The moment those words were spoken, the discussion ceased.

Many people looked at Yi Yang's trembling arms.

Everyone witnessed the strength of the third strike. Yi Yang's ability to cleave it head-on was beyond everyone's expectations.

Jingchen actually had a fourth strike.

Liu Qing stood behind the high platform, her lips pressed tightly together.

She originally thought that after Yi Yang revealed his True Qi cultivation, obtaining a token wouldn't be too difficult. But then she encountered Jing Chen, a monk whose Hundred Refinements Body had already reached perfection.

Xiao Yunhe let out a breath.

"What a pity."

Wang Hechang shook his head.

He and Jingchen are both at the early stage of True Qi, so if they were to fight, the outcome would be uncertain.

If Jingchen's fourth strike is stronger than the third, even if he were standing on the stage, he would have to think twice about whether he could withstand it.

Thinking of this, Wang He also felt a sense of relief.

While I was defending the arena, this monk was only focused on chanting scriptures and didn't go up on stage to cause trouble.

On the high platform, only Yan Wuyuan's fingers stopped tapping.

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the old man holding the knife on the stage.

Jingchen raised his dagger again.

This time, he gripped the sword with both hands, and his inner energy did not leak out. It was all drawn in and compressed.

Moisture in the air is absorbed around the blade and condenses into a thin layer of ice.

The golden luster disappeared, replaced by a nearly transparent thin film of qi.

The fourth level of the Great Compassion Barrier-Breaking Blade: Breaking the Form of Time and Space.

Jingchen lowered his eyes and his lips moved slightly. His entire aura rose to a whole new level.

The knife fell.

A transparent blade of energy emerged from the blade.

The speed of the blade energy changed as soon as it left Jingchen's body, which was only three feet away from him.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

One moment they were five steps away, the next they were already close to Yi Yang's chest.

It then shifted to the right, its trajectory twisting several times, as if the blade energy didn't even exist in this space, making it difficult to determine where it came from.

Many True Qi Realm martial artists in the audience frowned deeply.

They can detect the blade's energy, but they can't predict when it will change speed.

Yi Yang's mental power detected the strangeness of this sword energy—its uneven speed.

Its speed varies, and its trajectory is unpredictable, making it impossible for ordinary martial artists in the early stages of True Qi to determine which direction it will attack from.

But Yi Yang is not an ordinary early-stage True Qi cultivator.

The Mind Monkey Guardian Technique is operating at full power.

Mental energy covered the entire arena.

Within his mind, the golden-haired ape pressed its claws against the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness, its two eyes fixed on the core of the transparent blade energy.

Under the tracking of mental power, those fluctuating speed trajectories became clear.

Yi Yang could see its trajectory.

It can be calculated where it will land.

He did not use the Nine Peaks Blade at this moment.

All the true energy of the Yi Wood in the Lingtai was poured into the Tiger Roar.

Seventy-two nodes lit up simultaneously in my mind.

Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade - Azure Dragon Emerges from the Abyss.

The Tiger Roar Blade was covered with a layer of cyan-green aura, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly.

Yi Yang swung his arms down.

The dark green blade surged forth from the front of the tiger's roar.

This sword strike lacked the opponent's unpredictable speed changes.

It simply moves forward, with continuous momentum, layer upon layer, endlessly.

Two blades of energy collided in the center of the arena.

The transparent, spacetime-breaking phase intertwined with the dark green Azure Dragon Blade's aura.

The stone slab in the center of the tabletop flew off in one piece, and the fragments shot out in all directions.

The guards stationed along the platform simultaneously struck out with their palms, blocking the flying rocks.

The transparent blade energy and the Azure Dragon Blade Force were locked in a stalemate for two breaths.

The residual power of the Azure Dragon Blade Technique began to emerge.

The continuous nature of the Yi Wood attribute caused the dark green sword energy to grow thicker and thicker, layer upon layer, without end.

The fourth stage of dust purification lost its momentum after the initial burst.

The transparent aura was gradually swallowed up.

In the end, the Azure Dragon Blade crushed the last wisp of residual power of the Time-Space Phase, and with its remaining force, it slammed into Jingchen.

Jingchen didn't have time to parry with his knife.

The dark green blade struck his protective aura, tearing a hole in the golden aura membrane and allowing the force to flow into his chest.

The monk arched his back, his feet left the platform, and he flew backward off the stage.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

It crashed onto the yellow earth ten feet below the stage, creating a shallow crater.

The dagger flew out of his hand and stuck into the mud some distance away.

Jingchen tried to get up, supporting himself on the ground. His arm trembled three times, and finally he knelt on one knee and never stood up again.

On the arena.

Yi Yang stood holding a knife.

The tiger roared, pointing diagonally at the ground, and the remaining dark green hue on the blade slowly dissipated.

His breathing was slightly heavier than before, and his right arm was sore, but he stood still without swaying at all.

There was complete silence.

Hundreds of people stared at the aged yet upright figure on the stage, their mouths agape.

Even the sound of the flags fluttering in the wind above the platform seemed particularly jarring.

A while later.

The fat monk from Jinyang Temple stood up and clasped his hands together in prayer towards the arena.

There was no anger on his face, only a complex expression.

In a corner below the stage, the young man from Xuanjian Pavilion carrying a sword finally raised his head.

He looked at Yi Yang on the stage and reached for the hilt of the sword behind his back.