Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint Chapter 143 - 106: Water Technique

In the reed marsh, the killing intent was so thick it felt tangible.

The fat on Wang Hai’s face trembled as a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Kang’s aura was even heavier, as solid as iron. Geng tal True Qi circulated throughout his body. He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking like popping beans, poised to strike.

Chen Qing tightened his grip on the Cold Chiyi Spear.

The night air grew cooler, the only sound the soft rustle of river water lapping against the reeds.

Ti seed to freeze.

The next mont, Wang Hai’s corpulent fra shot forward, his movents surprisingly swift and slick, belying his size.

He was a disciple of the Gui Water Institute, well-versed in the yielding nature of Gui Water. His Step Technique was like walking on waves, leaving only shallow prints on the muddy ground.

The Long Sword at his waist flew from its sheath like a bolt of silk. With a flick of his wrist, the sword’s tip traced several cunning, vicious arcs, striking like a viper for the tendons in Chen Qing’s spear-wielding wrist, his elbow, and his armpit.

The blade was coated in a deep blue Gui Water True Qi, bone-chillingly cold and imbued with a sticky, sluggish quality. If this True Qi invaded an opponent’s tendons, it would cling like a maggot to bone, severely hindering the arm’s ability to exert force.

This was Water Snake Entwining Tendons, an exceptionally insidious close-quarters technique from the Thousand Layered Wave Sword Technique, designed specifically to counter long weapons like spears and staves.

At the sa instant Wang Hai’s sword struck, Zhao Kang moved.

He used no fancy footwork. Instead, he charged like a wild bull, power exploding from his feet, sending mud flying as each step pounded the earth with a dull thud, leaving deep footprints in his wake.

He drew his right fist back as far as it would go. The veins on his arm bulged like twisted steel cables as Geng tal True Qi gathered at his knuckles. The muscle fibers beneath his skin were clearly visible, and they emitted a low, iron-like hum.

The air seed to compress under an invisible Power. Instead of aiming for a vital point, he unleashed a sudden low sweep. Fierce Power flooded his leg, which swung like a steel whip toward the side of Chen Qing’s knee.

Had this sweep landed, it would have been enough to shatter the leg of an ordinary Embracing Pill Force expert.

anwhile, his left fist was cocked and ready, like a loaded crossbow, aid at the opening Chen Qing was sure to expose when dodging the low attack.

It was a standard pincer attack, high and low, designed to force an opponent to neglect one threat while dealing with the other.

Faced with the insidious sword strike from above and the tyrannical leg attack from below, Chen Qing’s expression remained calm, but his body reacted with lightning speed.

He didn’t et Wang Hai’s flurry of strikes head-on. Instead, his spear-wielding right wrist suddenly twisted and flicked.

The Cold Chiyi Spear seed to co alive. The butt of the spear whipped around in a semicircle, like a scorpion’s tail, and with unerring precision, t the flat of the blade that was stabbing for his wrist.

CLANG!

A sharp crack echoed! The Power from the butt of the spear sent a numbing jolt up Wang Hai’s wrist, knocking his Sword Montum slightly off course.

Simultaneously, Chen Qing twisted at the waist, shifting his upper body half a step to the side. He narrowly avoided Wang Hai’s follow-up strikes aid at his elbow and armpit, the blade rely grazing his clothes.

The biting wind generated by the Gui Water True Qi instantly raised goosebumps on his arm.

In the sa motion as he dodged the sword, Chen Qing’s left leg shot up like a spring. His knee was slightly bent, his calf muscles tensing like iron. He didn’t block the bone-shattering low sweep head-on. Instead, he t Zhao Kang’s sweeping leg with the outside of his shin, precisely striking the back of Zhao Kang’s knee!

CRACK!

A dull thud!

Chen Qing’s shin struck the precise point where Zhao Kang was generating force. Zhao Kang felt as if his powerful sweep had slamd into a solid Pan Stone. A vicious, rebounding force shot up his leg, leaving his entire right limb aching and numb. He montarily lost his balance, and his readied left fist was a half-beat too slow!

This was a common leg-interception technique, focused on using a single point to break a wider attack and disrupt the opponent’s power flow.

Chen Qing was never one to take an attack lying down.

Having neutralized their combined assault in a flash, his counterattack imdiately followed.

Chen Qing used the force from blocking Wang Hai’s sword and the rebound from intercepting Zhao Kang’s leg. His waist and stance unified in an instant, his center of gravity dropped, and he seed to root himself to the ground.

The Cold Chiyi Spear in his hands let out a piercing hum as Cyan Wood True Qi surged through it!

Mountain Prison-Suppression Spear! Moving Mountains and Unloading Seas!

The spear did not thrust or sweep. Instead, its shaft traced a heavy, bizarre arc.

The spear’s tip churned the air, creating a vortex of True Qi before striking—with unerring precision—the body of Wang Hai’s blade, which he couldn’t withdraw in ti due to his numb wrist.

The muscles in Chen Qing’s arms bulged. He activated his Eight Extres Vajra Body, and his muscles, sinews, and bones crackled like thunder. An irresistible Power surged through the spear.

Wang Hai felt an overwhelming force travel up his blade. He subconsciously circulated his Gui Water True Qi, but just as it flooded his sword, the force abruptly shifted from a pull to a push, as if he’d been slamd by a moving mountain.

"Let go!"

Chen Qing barked.

CLATTER!

Wang Hai could no longer hold on. The Long Sword flew from his grasp, spinning through the air before landing in the muddy water so distance away.

The imnse force sent his corpulent body staggering backward, and he nearly fell. His face was a mask of terror.

At the sa ti, Chen Qing’s Spear Montum hadn’t faded.

The heavy spear shaft, carrying the montum from disarming Wang Hai, swung around like a giant oar slapping the water. Accompanied by the roar of wind and thunder, it continued its arc, smashing toward Zhao Kang, who had just regained his footing!

BOOM!

The spear swept over, seeming to make the very air explode with a trembling roar.

Zhao Kang had no ti to dodge. He crossed his arms as the Geng tal True Qi within him surged like a tide, coating the surface of his body as he prepared to block the heavy, powerful strike head-on.

"BAM—!"

The spear shaft smashed viciously into Zhao Kang’s crossed arms, producing a dull thud.

It was like a heavy hamr striking a war drum!

The mud beneath Zhao Kang’s feet exploded outward. The force of the blow drove him into the ground, sinking him up to his ankles.