Lee ngqi spoke lightly.
"Has Gong Shengbin already had five consecutive victories?"
"If it’s him, the talented martial artists attending this martial arts exchange eting probably won’t have any strong figures targeting him anymore."
Xiong Yonghao said with so regret.
The excitent of getting the title of undefeated in a hundred matches and being second is completely different; the reputation and honor are worlds apart.
Clang!
Rumble~~
While the martial artists below the stage murmured to each other, the battle on stage had reached a critical mont.
Accompanied by the clangs and rumbling thunder, sounds echoed continuously.
Lin Zheyu stepped on the Golden Swan Skill, a tyrannical and extre fist montum rising on him as he used the Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist, resembling a war god without equal.
Every punch he threw landed accurately on the blade swung by Luo Dinglong.
The imnse force made the blade buzz resonantly.
"Have you already adapted to my quick blade?"
Witnessing this, Luo Dinglong’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
He knew how fast his blade was, yet he hadn’t expected that Zhao Hao could rely on the exquisite lightweight skill and powerful perception to see through his blade trajectory.
After a few days of adaptation, he was already able to use body technique to evade the blade edge while using his fist to pound the blade.
Utilizing the trendous recoil, he reduced the speed of his second blade strike, thus swiftly closing in on him.
Clang!
Rumble——
"It’s trouble!"
Luo Dinglong’s expression condensed.
The swung blade was hit again by Lin Zheyu’s punch.
Now Lin Zheyu had already arrived in front of him, with the rumbling of thunder blasting beside his ears.
Bang!
The terrifying surge of power struck, and as the fist approached Luo Dinglong’s chest, its force greatly diminished, rely pushing him back a few steps.
"I lost."
"You’re strong, but once I gather my true intent, I will definitely defeat you!"
Luo Dinglong steadied his stance and looked at Lin Zheyu, speaking calmly as if stating a fact.
His cultivation of the quick blade contained multiple true intents.
These true intents, once integrated into true force, could not only be applied to weapons but also to his body, enhancing his body technique speed.
Then he would be able to compensate for the shortcomings in his body technique speed.
That’s also why very few martial artists in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm spend too much effort on lightweight skills.
As long as there is potential for advancent on the martial dao path, most wouldn’t waste much ti on lightweight skills, instead using it to comprehend true intents.
"I’ll wait for you!"
Lin Zheyu said lightly.
By the ti the other party advances to Transforming Force, his strength would have already risen to an unknown level.
"On ring number six, Zhao Hao achieves fifty-third consecutive victories." The referee’s voice announced Lin Zheyu’s victory.
Since the second day he participated in the ring challenge, more and more martial artists ca up for the challenge.
Even so, by today he had only won fifty-three consecutive matches.
After all, the further it goes, the fewer martial artists dare to challenge, only those who are extrely confident in their strength would dare to try.
"Mr. Zhao, do you need to rest for a while?" The referee asked.
"Hm."
Lin Zheyu nodded.
Fighting with Luo Dinglong just now took quite a toll, otherwise he would have liked to continue to the next match.
Fighting with these talented martial artists benefitted him greatly.
Lin Zheyu’s montum had already reached the limit, and he was just one step away from transforming into true intent, lacking only an opportunity.
He needed to find the opportunity for a breakthrough through continuous battles.
Taking out a few Essence Qi Elixirs from his bosom, he consud them and sat cross-legged on the stage to recover.
He hadn’t rested for long before he was attracted by the shouting from afar.
"What happened?"
Lin Zheyu was curious, and he got up to look in the direction where the sound was coming from.
The sound was coming from ring number two.
Boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The dull booming sounds were continuous.
On ring number two, two martial artists were fiercely engaged in a duel, one of them a bald man in monk’s robes stood in place, with a calm and composed expression, maintaining a benevolent smile.
The other kept launching attacks towards him, as terrifying fists were thrown, striking the opponent, making booming sounds.
Facing the opponent’s powerful attack, the bald man’s palms kept striking out, his body stable like a mountain, not moving an inch.
"So strong!"
Lin Zheyu was secretly amazed.
What amazed him was the monk’s power, confronting such terrifying attacks, casually blocking them, yet still standing firmly like a mountain, without moving at all.
"Senior, which sect does that monk belong to?"
Lin Zheyu asked the referee responsible.
"That’s a Buddhist master from the Western Regions, and this challenge’s prize of the Great Power Vajra Fist was provided by them."
The man looked towards ring number two, slightly furrowing his brow.
He was secretly amazed at the monk’s power as well.
"Buddhism?"
Lin Zheyu was sowhat puzzled; this was his first ti seeing a monk in Great Wei.
"Senior, did Buddhist monks also participate in the martial arts exchange eting before?" Lin Zheyu continued to ask.
"No, this year is the first ti." The man shook his head, not explaining further.
He didn’t know much, only hearing rumors that this ti Buddhism’s arrival was with bad intentions.
"Has Buddhism started infiltrating Great Wei?"
"Great Wei seems to be in trouble!"
A bad premonition rose in Lin Zheyu’s heart.
Based on the history he had learned, Great Wei rejected any religious forces, including Buddhism, since its founding.
Throughout the nation, there was only one belief, which was the deity belief system led by the Supre Emperor of the Yellow Heaven.
Besides this, there was nothing else.
The presence of Buddhist monks here ant that Great Wei’s capability could no longer exclude Buddhism.
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