Crafting an Immortal Race with Daily Hexagrams Chapter 472 - 220: Immortal Martial Platform (Part 6)

Gazing at Shen Wen’an’s back, Huang Lingshan slowly spoke.

She had great confidence in Shen Wen’an, but she wasn’t absolutely sure he could succeed in the challenge.

After all, the challenge on the Immortal Martial Platform is a series of battles without any ti for recovery in between.

Among the five opponents, the two Fourth Realm Body Cultivators were the biggest obstacles, and the Cultivator at the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm was the trump card.

Facing him alone, Huang Lingshan believed Shen Wen’an could easily defeat him.

But if after four exhausting battles, he had to face the contender at the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm, the outco would be hard to predict.

Shen Wen’an slowly walked into the Grand Array, and the array behind him gradually closed.

On the stands around the valley, cultivators from all over Danzhou watched him appear, casting curious glances.

"This person looks young; he probably wasn’t even of age when he broke through to the Fetal Breathing stage."

"This child’s talent is undeniable. Being noticed by the young Sword Immortal of the Cyan Ruo Sword House, he is certainly an outstanding figure.

It’s just that there’s no record of any actual combat achievents from him, which may an he’s lacking in practical experience."

"The Xue Family has arranged very difficult opponents for him this ti. It’s uncertain how long he can hold out."

"In my opinion, the Xue Family is making a fuss, overestimating this boy because he ca with the Lingshan Sword Immortal.

If he can’t even hold on for two rounds, it would sowhat embarrass the Sword Immortal."

"Fellow Daoist, your words are a bit inappropriate. The Xue Family certainly wouldn’t give away their treasures for nothing. A single Primordial Spirit Fruit is worth at least two thousand Spirit Crystals. Using this as a gimmick, they can attract more challengers and earn more."

...

The crowd on the stands were in heated discussions, while on the Immortal Martial Platform, Shen Wen’an stood with his sword, quietly waiting for his first opponent to appear.

On the other side of the Immortal Martial Platform, the array slowly opened.

A figure wearing half-arm armor, with a fierce beast totem on his right shoulder and red gloves, strode forward.

This figure was about a zhang tall, his whole body exuded a Qi Blood energy like a rainbow, and a palpable blood fla seed to envelop him.

With each step he took, a heavy echo resonated within the array on the Immortal Martial Platform.

Shen Wen’an quietly watched, his brow slightly furrowed.

Of all the Body Cultivators he had encountered, the strongest had been Qi Dashan from the Vajra Sect, stationed at Jinghe Market back in the day.

Qi Dashan was also a Fourth Realm Body Cultivator.

But just judging by the aura, this person seed much stronger than Qi Dashan.

"I am Tong Qing, a Fourth Realm Loose Cultivator."

The Body Cultivator stopped thirty zhang away from Shen Wen’an and greeted with clasped hands.

His voice bood like a great bell, causing faint ripples in the surrounding air.

Shen Wen’an frowned.

Was this guy trying to intimidate him right from the start?

"Shen Wen’an, Late Stage of Fetal Breathing Sword Cultivator."

He calmly returned the greeting and then slowly drew the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

"Be careful, friend, if you can’t endure, surrender quickly."

"My punches are fast and powerful, don’t let it cost you your life."

Tong Qing said with a wide grin, the Qi Blood energy on him flaring even more intensely.

Shen Wen’an’s long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and he replied calmly, "Likewise, my sword is faster."

He wasn’t skilled at wasting words; he was only thinking about how to quickly defeat the opponent to avoid wasting more of his Sword Elent power.

Seeing Shen Wen’an’s unwavering, calm deanor, unaffected by him at all, Tong Qing realized the other’s exceptional ntal state and decided not to waste any more words.

His Qi Blood power erupted suddenly, and his figure shot out over ten zhang, swinging his massive fist towards Shen Wen’an!

Body Cultivators’ attacks had always been like this.

In life-and-death battles, once close, half the fight was lost.

If the Immortal Dao Cultivator of the sa realm were caught, their fate was almost sealed.

Shen Wen’an naturally knew this. Seeing Tong Qing charging like a fearso beast, he imdiately raised his Dragon-Slaying Sword from bottom to top!

Crash!

The Tidal Sword Technique activated, waves of water surged towards Tong Qing’s robust body one after another.

This move, when facing other cultivators of the sa realm, was seemingly invincible in both offense and defense.

However, as the tidal waves hit Tong Qing, his body exuded an unshakeable Qi Blood aura, relying on his strong physique to force his way through each wave!

"Such a strong body..."

Shen Wen’an was slightly surprised at this sight.

Over the years, his mastery of the Tidal Sword Technique had reached a furnace-like proficiency.

The tidal waves he wielded could easily crush the scale armor of Fetal Breathing Realm Demon Beasts, and cultivators at the late stage of Immortal Dao Fetal Breathing wouldn’t dare to withstand it directly.

Yet Tong Qing not only withstood it, but charged against the tide.

His body was as strong as a Magical Artifact.

Tong Qing didn’t know of Shen Wen’an’s inner surprise; he himself was feeling quite agitated.

A Body Cultivator’s physical defense required a massive consumption of Qi Blood.

Although he seed to effortlessly break through the tidal waves of the Tidal Sword Technique, in reality, each wave churned his Qi Blood, making him feel very uncomfortable!

Narrowing his eyes, his entire Qi Blood suddenly surged more vigorously, and Tong Qing’s body leapt high into the air!

"Break!"

His gloved fist suddenly smashed down on an erging wave!

The terrifying fist, shrouded in blood fla, like blazing fire, compressed the surrounding air, sending a powerful red-glowing Qi force towards the ground!

Boom!

A detonation echoed, and the ground beneath Shen Wen’an instantly cracked under the terrifying force!

Even his figure was forced to retreat tens of zhang.

Bang!

Tong Qing’s form landed, shattering the ground with his feet, and in the instant debris flew up, he again burst forward at terrifying speed.

Having already experienced the power of the Tidal Sword Technique, he naturally wouldn’t give Shen Wen’an another chance to use it.

But Shen Wen’an, retreating tens of zhang, was in no hurry to reveal his trump cards.

As most on the stands speculated, he had indeed not experienced much combat since beginning his cultivation.

At least, not much evenly matched combat.

This opportunity to face a strong Body Cultivator allowed him to exchange a few moves and to learn the combat style of Body Cultivators, gaining valuable experience against them.

As Tong Qing, enshrouded in scarlet Qi flas, charged toward him, Shen Wen’an tapped his toe, and his figure instantly soared into the air.

His right hand held the sword behind him, while his left hand ford a Sword Point in front of his chest.

Golden light flickered, and a three-inch long Golden Sword appeared at his fingertip.

The Golden Sword emanated a sharp Sword Aura, slowly rotating.

Seeing this, Tong Qing suddenly cracked a strange smile!

Boom!

With a powerful step, his legs erupted with force, instantly propelling him upward, attacking Shen Wen’an, who hovered in midair.

The design of the Immortal Martial Platform seed to have considered the inability of Body Cultivators to use Wind Manipulation to fly with techniques.

The protective array overhead limited the height, ensuring that the explosive leaps of Body Cultivators could directly strike airborne enemies.

Watching Tong Qing break the ground and leap up, Shen Wen’an’s Sword Point moved!

With a flick of his Sword Point, the three-inch Dragon Soul Magical Sword at his fingertip flew forth!

As the Golden Magical Sword left his fingertip, it split into two, then four...

In a blink, a dense Sword Net ford in front of him!

Two hundred and fifty-six Golden Magical Swords enveloped Tong Qing, each sharp Sword continuously striking his body, keeping him fully occupied.

Shen Wen’an remained silently suspended in midair, carefully observing his every move.