Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1290 - 670: My God

"Respected Examiner, the disciple was just..."

Ke Yucheng’s forehead broke into a cold sweat, his sword tip trembling slightly.

Gu Sheng seized the mont to retreat three steps, his clothes fluttering as he concealed the gleam that flashed through his eyes.

Originally, he planned to lure Ke Yucheng into a full-force attack and then feign serious injury to admit defeat, but unexpectedly, the examiner intervened suddenly.

Now, Ke Yucheng, the mad dog, was intimidated, leaving Gu Sheng unsure of how to wrap things up.

"Sparring matches, just a touch will suffice."

The examiner’s gaze was as sharp as lightning.

"Another instance, and all qualifications will be revoked!"

The spectators below began to chatter imdiately.

Ling Xiao stroked his chin and whispered to the two by his side.

"Gu Sheng’s luck isn’t bad; if that sword had landed just now..."

"Bullshit!"

Wang Yun clenched his fist tightly.

"It was clearly Ke Yucheng that used the dirty trick! The examiner sees everything clearly!"

Xu Guangzhi squinted his eyes.

"I don’t think it’s just luck. Haven’t you noticed the examiner’s gaze towards Gu Sheng is different? What Qinghe Holy Land lacks the most is..."

Before he finished speaking, the situation on the stage changed drastically.

Ke Yucheng suddenly erupted, and the green Sword Qi on his Spirit Sword surged three feet high, forming nine sword shadows in mid-air.

"Gu Sheng! If I don’t cripple you today, I’ll write my surna backwards!"

The nine sword shadows hissed like venomous snakes, blocking all of Gu Sheng’s escape routes.

The spectators gasped repeatedly, while the examiner frowned but did not intervene again—this ti it was indeed a fair move.

Gu Sheng’s pupils constricted instantly.

He could have avoided a critical hit, but the examiner was watching him closely out of the corner of his eye, prompting a change in decision.

He deliberately slowed his pace, allowing the Sword Qi to leave a blood gash on his left shoulder.

"Hiss—" Gu Sheng staggered back, clutching the wound with his right hand, blood seeping through his fingertips.

Though the injury appeared severe, he secretly protected his ridians with True Qi, keeping the pain within a tolerable range.

Seeing this, Ke Yucheng rejoiced and charged even more aggressively.

Like a torrential downpour, the sword lights poured in, forcing Gu Sheng into retreat, his green robe sliced into seven or eight places, each wound perfectly oozing blood yet none fatal.

"Why isn’t Gu Sheng counterattacking!"

Younger disciples in the crowd shouted anxiously.

Wang Yun stomped his feet in frustration.

"What do you understand! Ke Yucheng is using the Nine Revolutions Green Blade Technique; trying to counter it is courting death!"

Xu Guangzhi suddenly uttered a soft ’eh’.

"Look at Gu Sheng’s retreat path..."

On the stage, Gu Sheng seed pathetic, yet each step was precisely calculated.

Utilizing the montum from Ke Yucheng’s sword thrusts, he subtly moved towards the edge of the stage.

Each ti about to be cornered, he deliberately revealed a flaw, baiting Ke Yucheng to switch moves, repeating the cycle.

After thirty moves, sweat appeared on Ke Yucheng’s forehead.

The longer he fought, the stranger it felt—he could hurt Gu Sheng each ti, yet the latter always narrowly escaped critical damage like an unkillable cockroach.

"Pretending to act!"

Ke Yucheng suddenly shifted tactics, the glow of the sword turning dark red.

"Taste my Blood Evil Sword!"

The attack was cunning, heading directly for Gu Sheng’s throat.

The gleam in Gu Sheng’s eyes flashed—this was the mont he waited for!

Pretending to panic, he lifted his sword to block while secretly withdrawing thirty percent of his strength.

"Clang!"

The Green Jade Sword slipped from his grip, tracing a graceful arc in the air.

Gu Sheng took the opportunity to expel a mouthful of stale blood.

He sprayed a mist of blood with an ’ah’, flying backward.

"Oh no!"

Ke Yucheng suddenly realized.

Only then did he notice that Gu Sheng’s trajectory led exactly to the stage’s edge, perfectly poised to avoid all his subsequent lethal strikes!

"Trying to escape?"

Ke Yucheng’s face twisted, tapping the ground with his toes, shattering the stage’s green bricks in response.

He charged at Gu Sheng, his Spirit Sword pointing at the opponent’s Dantian.

"Leave your cultivation for !"

In the blink of an eye, as Gu Sheng was airborne, he smiled slightly.

He covertly ford a seal with his right hand, forcing True Qi to reverse through his ridians, abruptly changing his falling trajectory.

"Pfft!"

Ke Yucheng’s sword only pierced Gu Sheng’s left arm, while Gu Sheng used the force to accelerate towards the stage’s outer edge.

The crowd below only saw a blood-stained figure streak across the sky, then—

"Bang!"

Gu Sheng fell heavily onto the blue stone ground outside the stage, landing precisely beyond the drawn boundary.

"The match is over!"

The examiner announced imdiately, with a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Gu Sheng is out of bounds, Ke Yucheng wins!"

The audience was in uproar.

Ling Xiao slamd the table in praise.

"Brilliant! This lad can even control the direction while spitting blood!"

Wang Yun’s face suddenly changed.

"Watch out!"

Ke Yucheng disregarded the rules, jumping off the stage, sword aid directly at Gu Sheng’s abdon.

"Think you’ll escape? Not so easily!"

"Die!"

Ke Yucheng sneered, his Spirit Sword erupting with pitch-black Spiritual Power, stabbing towards Gu Sheng’s abdon.

"Stop!"

The examiner shouted, charging onto the stage with overwhelming fury.

He never expected anyone would dare such a lethal strike in Qinghe Holy Land’s entry-level assessnt.

Gu Sheng, plumting from mid-air, eyes half-closed, breath weak like a flickering candle in the wind.

His chest was soaked in blood, a deep, bone-exposing wound on his left arm shockingly visible.

"Haha, Gu Sheng, you’ve t your match today!"

Wang Yuchen excitedly waved his fist below the stage, eyes filled with malice.

"Let him fall to his death! Let him never rise again!"

"Ke Yucheng!"

Ling Xiao’s eyes turned red, surrounded by surging Evil Qi as if tangible.

"If Gu Sheng suffers any ill fate, I’ll make sure you wish you were dead!"

On stage, feeling the examiner’s terrifying presence closing in, Ke Yucheng was torn between fear and frenzy, but his Spirit Sword grew even wilder.

Black Spiritual Power almost beca tangible, only inches away from Gu Sheng’s abdon.

At this critical mont—

Gu Sheng, who had kept his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them!