All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

A muffled sound came from the air, and an invisible force spread and surged, causing everyone's clothes to flutter.

The four fingers held their positions in mid-air for a while, gradually pushing Zhang Cheng's fingers back.

Outside the arena, the defeated Yellow-Eyebrow Monk had been helped up and was sitting to the side, recuperating.

He looked at the four people facing off in the arena and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"This benefactor is indeed a talented young man from the Murong family of Gusu."

Gao Shengtai, who was standing next to him, was taken aback and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you saying that this person is Murong of Gusu, one of the 'Northern Qiao Feng, Southern Murong'? But this person has already given his name, which is Zhang."

The yellow-browed monk shook his head, his gaze still fixed on Zhang Cheng.

"This humble monk is not sure about that. However, this benefactor, at such a young age, possesses astonishing cultivation. When he fought with us just now, he used the same weapons and techniques as us, which is exactly in line with the Murong clan's 'using their own methods against them' approach."

In the arena, Zhang Cheng had no time to refute. The four were engaged in a full-scale contest of internal energy, with white steam rising from their heads, and none of them could separate.

Time passed slowly. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the four remained locked in a stalemate, neither gaining the upper hand.

The One-Finger Divine Skill is invisible and colorless, and the onlookers could not immediately discern which side had the upper hand.

But Zhang Cheng must have suffered some loss of internal energy from the previous battles—especially the battle with Gao Shengtai, where the two of them fought a real battle of internal energy, almost turning the iron flute into molten iron.

Yet, he was fighting three against one and was still able to hold his own for so long. Such internal strength was truly terrifying.

The three people in the arena were also shocked.

The three of them worked together, pushing their finger force all the way to Zhang Cheng's hand, but it could not advance any further. Now, after fighting for so long, the opponent was still able to persist; the depth of his internal strength was simply unbelievable.

Only Zhang Cheng knew the truth. His internal energy recovery speed far exceeded that of his opponent, and the previous tag-team battle had little effect on his condition.

While he is no match for the three of them working together right now, he is not without a way to deal with them.

Whenever the combined force of the three fingers pushed towards his fingertips, he would rely on the strength of his physical body and the characteristics of the Northern Darkness True Qi to draw some of the energy into his body and gradually digest it with the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Although the force of these fingers penetrating his body would cause him some damage, it was quickly neutralized by the Northern Darkness True Qi and transformed into internal energy stored in his dantian.

With this ebb and flow, the harder he pushed himself, the more abundant his inner strength became.

Another incense stick's time passed.

Zhang Cheng sensed that the injuries within his body were accumulating to a critical point. If this continued, and the accumulated injuries exceeded his own recovery speed, it would truly affect his combat power.

It's time to end this.

He took a deep breath, let out a loud roar, and unleashed his full [Military Might] power.

The roar was like a thunderclap, making the ears of the crowd on the sidelines ring. Those with less skill even felt their vision go black and staggered backward.

Duan Zhengming and his two companions were the first to be hit, and they felt an invisible aura rushing towards them, causing their internal energy circulation to stagnate.

Zhang Cheng seized the opportunity and exerted his strength simultaneously, his internal energy surging so much that it overwhelmed the combined force of the three men.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Duan Zhengming and the other two simultaneously withdrew their strength to dodge.

"laugh--"

With a soft sound, the One-Finger Divine Power, which should have been neutral and peaceful, displayed astonishing destructive power under the domineering characteristics of the Northern Darkness True Qi.

On the bluestone slab in the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, a deep pit about an inch in diameter suddenly appeared. The edges were neat, and the bottom of the pit showed a faint glassy luster. It turned out that it had been burned to vitrification by the high temperature attached to the finger force.

Duan Zhengming and the other two were all taken aback when they saw this.

Zhang Cheng missed his first strike, then pointed at Duan Zhengming with his finger.

Duan Zhengming knew he was no match for the opponent in a one-on-one fight, so he dared not take the blow head-on. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and quickly retreated.

Upon seeing this, Benyin and Duan Zhengchun quickly issued their orders, simultaneously launching an attack on Zhang Cheng, attempting to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

Just as Duan Zhengming was dodging, he suddenly sensed something unusual in his ear.

What was originally a single whooshing sound suddenly became mixed with noise, suggesting that there was more than one whooshing sound.

However, the two sounds were very close together. Before Duan Zhengming could confirm whether he had misheard, he was struck in the chest and abdomen with a finger, his acupoints were sealed, and he could not breathe.

Zhang Cheng used the "Split Light and Shadow" technique to defeat Duan Zhengming and immediately focused on dealing with the two finger strikes aimed at him.

He had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength. He could only barely muster one more breath of true energy and point out with his finger to counter the finger force shot by Duan Zhengchun, whose skill was weaker.

Then he tilted his head to the side, avoiding the finger strike that was supposed to be launched.

But just then, Zhang Cheng suddenly saw Benyin make a slashing motion with his right index finger.

Zhang Cheng's pupils contracted slightly. [Danger Warning] A frantic warning was issued at the same instant!

Without thinking, he slammed his palm into the ground, the force of which pushed him away from his original position, moving him three feet to the side.

Where he had stood, a long, narrow sword mark appeared out of nowhere on the bluestone slab, as if an invisible blade had slashed across it.

Zhang Cheng thought to himself: The Six Meridians Divine Sword? This old monk is already practicing it at this time? But that makes sense, Benyin is the abbot after all, it's normal for him to know more than the other three "Ben".

Because his attack missed, he struck again, using his right index finger to execute a series of sword moves.

Among the Six Meridian Divine Swords, the "Shangyang Sword" is known for its ingenuity, flexibility, and elusiveness. Combined with the intangible yet tangible, indestructible nature of the Six Meridian Sword Qi, it should be extremely difficult to defend against.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng's cultivation was far superior to Ben Yin's, and he was currently under the buff of the [Battle Cry Inspiration], so he was too lazy to exchange blows with his opponent.

He gathered his inner energy and unleashed a palm strike. The force of the palm strike surged forth like a raging wave crashing against the shore.

Although the "Shangyang Sword" on Benyin's finger was sharp, it could not completely intercept the palm force. The palm force leaking out from the sword's blade struck Benyin's body.

"Bang!" Ben was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He struggled for a moment, but could not get up again.

Having resolved the root cause, Zhang Cheng leaped forward, heading straight for Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun countered with a finger strike, and Zhang Cheng also pointed out with a finger strike.

The two finger strikes collided in mid-air—in an instant, Duan Zhengchun's finger strikes crumbled.

Seeing this, he immediately drew his sword and launched a preemptive attack using the Duan family sword technique. The sword flashed, aiming for Zhang Cheng's vital points.

Zhang Cheng neither dodged nor evaded, and pointed out with his finger again, striking the sword squarely.

With a clang, the steel longsword snapped in two, the broken blade spinning and embedding itself in the ground with a buzzing sound.

Undeterred, he continued to press his finger towards Duan Zhengchun's chest.

Duan Zhengchun had no way to avoid it and could only watch helplessly as the finger drew closer and closer—

Just then! Dao Baifeng, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He leaped into the arena and swept his whisk at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng unleashed a palm strike from mid-air, the force of which pierced the air, causing the whisk in Dao Baifeng's hand to scatter violently, with dust particles flying everywhere.

Before Zhang Cheng could make another move, another whooshing sound came from behind. Several small arrows shot towards Zhang Cheng's back.

Zhang Cheng frowned and had no choice but to abandon the pursuit and turn around to deal with the situation. He reached out and caught all the small arrows that had been shot at him.

Taking advantage of the brief moment gained by the hidden arrow, Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng withdrew and distanced themselves from Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng did not pursue, but only looked up at the direction from which the arrow had come.

Although the duration of [Battle Cry Inspiration] had ended, there were no experts of Duan Zhengming's caliber in the arena at the moment, so he wasn't in a hurry.