"Now that you ntion it, that does sound very similar! Doesn’t this an Zhang Beixing has already beco a Great Grandmaster?"
"Damn, a Great Grandmaster? Seriously? How old is he?"
"Impossible! Definitely impossible!"
Everyone present was shocked, having recognized the technique Zhang Beixing used when he flicked the sword.
Zhang Beixing, on the other hand, heard the surrounding discussions but paid them no mind. His attention was solely on the broken sword in his hand. It had been hard enough to find a usable one, yet this was so fragile it couldn’t even withstand a single flick of his finger.
"This is even worse than my fist!" Zhang Beixing said in frustration, casually tossing the broken sword aside and abandoning the idea of using a weapon.
anwhile, i Yougui, who had already chosen his weapon and was waiting on the opposite side, naturally witnessed this scene and shuddered violently in fright.
A single flick of a finger shattered a longsword? Not even a Grandmaster possesses that kind of offensive power! Sothing is absolutely wrong! Unbeatable! Unbeatable!
For a mont, these words flashed continuously in i Yougui’s mind, making him suddenly realize he might have been far too arrogant. This Grandmaster Zhang of Great Xia was simply not an enemy he could contend with!
One-Finger Sword Collapse... If that finger strike hit my weapon, or my head...
i Yougui dared not think further. A cold sweat broke out all over him, and the thought of retreating, of surrendering directly, arose in his mind.
But then he rembered: his rebellious disciple had already publicly challenged Zhang Beixing, a challenge he himself had accepted, even proactively seeking out Zhang Beixing. If he retreated now, it wasn’t just a matter of losing face; he would be utterly disgraced.
If it really cos down to it, I’ll just exchange a couple of moves. After two moves, I’ll surrender imdiately. No delays, he thought, his lips licked nervously.
i Yougui held the Tang sword with trembling arms. The weapon humd continuously in his hand, a testant to his fear. Then, mustering his courage, he stepped onto the fighting platform. Facing the slowly approaching Zhang Beixing, he tried to console himself, to give himself a pep talk.
But before he could finish his internal pep talk, i Yougui’s gaze fell upon Zhang Beixing, and he froze.
He saw that Zhang Beixing’s shoulder was red!
It was blood!
"Grandmaster Zhang, you’re... fighting while injured?"
Zhang Beixing paused, glanced at his shoulder, and only then realized that his movents while testing the weapon earlier had been too forceful. He had accidentally reopened the gunshot wound on his shoulder. Blood was flowing freely.
Noticing this, and wanting to prevent the blood from spreading and staining his clothes, Zhang Beixing took off his jacket.
As he removed it, Zhang Beixing’s perfectly sculpted physique, accentuated by the tight shirt beneath, was revealed to everyone. Combined with the crimson blood trickling from his shoulder and dripping to the ground, and the faint steam rising from his body due to his activated Qi and Blood, at that mont, Zhang Beixing resembled a Demon God: terrifyingly powerful, majestic, and seemingly invincible!
Simultaneously, Zhang Beixing clenched his fist. Steam began to rise more noticeably from his body, and the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder abruptly slowed, then stopped completely!
"This..."
"Controlling Qi and Blood, stopping bleeding at will? Damn it, isn’t that a Great Grandmaster’s technique?!"
Just then, a knowledgeable spectator in the crowd exclaid. However, his sudden outcry drew no further discussion. Because, at that mont, everyone was staring, dumbfounded and utterly shocked, at Zhang Beixing on the platform, his body now wreathed in faint steam.
Although they didn’t know the specific changes that occurred after one broke through to the Great Grandmaster Realm, they had heard of the more general characteristics. Among them, controlling Qi and Blood and extending one’s lifespan were abilities said to be attainable only upon reaching the Great Grandmaster Realm! This was also why Zhang Sanfeng had lived such a long life.
Now, considering Zhang Beixing’s actions, the conclusion was obvious!
Once they processed this, the venue erupted into an uproar!
"He’s definitely a Great Grandmaster!"
"He’s proficient in nurous Martial Arts styles, all to a considerable depth. Previously, his One-Finger Sword Collapse seed to be powered by refined internal energy, and now he can control his own Qi and Blood. He’s undoubtedly a Great Grandmaster!"
"Has Zhang Beixing really beco a Great Grandmaster?"
"This... this... this..."
At that mont, everyone in the crowd, whether they were martial artists from Great Xia or from abroad, was aghast. It felt like a dream; they were sowhat dazed.
Because, until now, a Great Grandmaster had not appeared for seven hundred years. So had even speculated that this realm had been lost to ti, that it would never appear again, that the world would no longer speak of Great Grandmasters! Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng was revered as a Land Immortal, precisely because the Great Grandmaster Realm was thought to have been completely severed from the world!
Who would have thought that today, in their lifeti, they would be fortunate enough to witness this legendary realm?
Moreover, they rembered that Zhang Beixing had only challenged them all once and then, after just over a month of secluded cultivation, had successfully broken through!
Unbelievable!
They couldn’t help but recall two months prior, when Zhang Beixing had openly sought help on Douyin. Back then, they had thought Zhang Beixing was arrogant, that he’d lost his head and wasn’t thinking clearly to harbor such wild ambitions.
But now, it seed they were the ones who hadn’t been thinking clearly!
Seriously, if you’re this incredible, why didn’t you say so earlier?! If you had just ntioned this sooner, would we have ended up in such a standoff with you? We could have even offered you our Martial Arts legacies, invested in you early, and befriended this potential Great Grandmaster!
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