Chapter 44: Xiao Ling's Move

  In the midst of Xiao Ling Gong's loud shout, Jiang Cheng leaped onto the martial arts stage with a relaxed expression, and from afar, he cupped his hands in invitation to battle Feng Zhan Yuan!

  Jiang Cheng took the initiative to invite a fight, and Feng Zhenyuan's eyebrows rose, ready to go on stage.

  Just then, a tribesman from the White Horde rushed to Feng Zhan's side and pulled him over, whispering a few words in his ear.

  These few words of low whispering made Feng Zhan Yuan's eyebrows lock tightly together, his face full of displeasure.

  But it can be seen that even with Feng Zhan Yuan's pride, he had to slightly bow his head and respond to the whispered words, this scene made Ge Xiong and others suddenly have countless associations.

  "This time, you're lucky!" Feng Zhan Yuan jumped onto the martial arts stage and shouted out these words, his body flashing with electricity as he shot out a palm shadow that covered Jiang Cheng.

  Jiang Cheng was in no way inferior, letting out a loud roar as his body shot out like a silver wolf, unleashing the Silver Wolf Ghost Kill and clashing with Feng Zhenyu.

  "Frost Moon Palm!"

  "Waterfall straight down!"

  Bang!

  Fist shadows touched and parted, Jiang Cheng and Feng Zhan Yuan's figures simultaneously flew back. Jiang Cheng retreated five steps in a row, while Feng Zhan Yuan only retreated four steps before stabilizing his body.

  In the first round of confrontation, Feng Zhan Yuan had a slight advantage!

  "Your cultivation is not limited to the Sixth Realm of Conferred Enlightenment?" Jiang Cheng's face changed color involuntarily.

  The power of the first form of Bōryūshin-ken is the weakest among the three forms, but it's not something that a martial artist of the same rank can easily withstand. This has been proven on the bodies of Tora no Kaito and Haya no Tsurugi.

  Feng Zhan Yuan's mouth curled up with a hint of arrogance, his body shook, and a thin layer of spiritual light instantly covered his entire body.

  "Half a year ago, my cultivation had already entered the seventh level of Cheng En Realm!" Feng Zhan Yuan said proudly.

  "Protective divine light?" The faces of Gu Xiong and Yang Ze, who were watching the battle, immediately became much more solemn. The higher one's cultivation, the greater the disparity in spiritual power between cultivators of adjacent levels.

  The same rank of Battle Soul Technique, when performed by a martial artist in the Seventh Realm of the Profound Grace stage, has a completely different power. Moreover, when one's cultivation breaks through to the Seventh Realm of the Profound Grace stage, they can activate the Protective Spirit Light, which protects their body and greatly increases their defensive capabilities.

  It can be said that a martial artist of the Seventh Realm of Conferred Enlightenment has an almost overwhelming advantage over one of the Sixth Realm. Challenging someone of a higher level is difficult, very difficult!

  "But your strength is not weak either, it's already worth my all-out effort!" As he spoke, the protective spiritual light around Feng Zhan Yuan surged again, and a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly burst towards Jiang Cheng.

  Feng Zhan Yuan's palms flew towards Jiang Cheng like a blooming flower, his palms striking faster and faster. As he swung them, a faint water shadow condensed within the palm shadows.

  "Shooting Star!"

  In the midst of a loud explosion, countless blue palm silhouettes flew towards Jiang Chengyu. In an instant, Feng Zhan Yuan had struck out over a hundred palms. Just as they were about to reach Jiang Cheng's body, the hundreds of palm shadows suddenly condensed into one piece and fell down on Jiang Cheng's head, sealing off all his escape routes and leaving him no choice but to withstand it head-on.

  "Town soul technique, White Horde's town soul technique!" The moment Water Flowing Star came out, Tribal Chief Ge Xiong's face changed drastically. Water Flowing Star was one of the three great town soul techniques of the White Horde, with a reputation that shook the heavens. He had suffered greatly under this Water Flowing Star.

  "Hmm!" Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his body twisted and flashed like a spirit snake.

  In a flash of movement, countless palm shadows brushed past Jiang Cheng, but in the situation where he was completely sealed off from all sides, one palm shadow suddenly struck him squarely in the chest.

  Feng Zhan Yuan was overjoyed at once, turning the virtual into the real, and his spiritual light surged violently. Hundreds of palm shadows condensed into one palm, which slapped Jiang Cheng's chest.

  With a loud slap, the onlookers' faces changed color. If this slap had landed solidly, Jiang Cheng would have been seriously injured, if not dead. The Tiger Clan, who had been waiting for Jiang Cheng to suffer, were so delighted by this scene that they almost applauded.

  Bang!

  Feng Zhan Yuan's palm struck with the force of a thunderbolt, hitting Jiang Cheng's chest. As his strength poured into Jiang Cheng's chest in an instant, Feng Zhan Yuan couldn't help but feel great joy.

  But in the next instant, Feng Zhan Yuan's face suddenly changed.

  He clearly sensed that at the moment when Jiang Cheng's spiritual power fluctuation started, ninety percent of his palm strength was cleverly dissipated in all directions.

  "Spiritual Power Nine Flash!"

  Watching the nine spiritual lights suddenly burst open like a snake shape on Jiang Cheng's chest, Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed tightly on Jiang Cheng, his face full of uncontrollable surprise.

  "How is this possible?"

  As for the patriarch of the Gesan tribe, Ges Xiong, at this moment he had already petrified, "Ling She Jiushan, Yuan Man Jing..."

  When everyone was stunned, Jiang Cheng's hands on the martial arts stage didn't stop at all. The force of Feng Zhan Yuan's palm was dissipated by Ling She Jiu Shan, with nine out of ten parts gone, and more than half of the remaining one-tenth was blocked by Jiang Cheng's inner Blood Tooth Boar King armor. Only a small part of the force remained, which, although powerful, only made Jiang Cheng feel slightly suffocated in his chest.

  In the next instant, Jiang Cheng's dantian linghai suddenly churned and foamed, a vast amount of spiritual energy surged out like a tidal wave, his fist had not yet been thrown, but the deafening roar of a waterfall was already exploding around him.

  "You come and try a punch too!" Amidst the explosive shout, Jiang Cheng's fist thundered out.

  Explosive waterfalls of a thousand layers!

  As soon as he made his move, Jiang Cheng was the strongest move in the violent torrent fist, Violent Torrent Thousandfold.

  At that moment, Shi Dahu's appearance, who was beaten into a useless person by Feng Zhan Yuan, suddenly flashed in Jiang Cheng's mind.

  Without any hesitation, Feng Zhan Yuan's palms lightly sealed together and received Jiang Cheng's punch.

  "Hmm, but as if..."

  Feng Zhan Yuan had just received Jiang Cheng's palm strike, and before he could even make a sound, his face suddenly turned ashen. Jiang Cheng's spiritual energy came in wave after wave, like a torrent of floodwater, without any gaps, continuously impacting him.

  Like billows, like waves!

  In an instant, Feng Zhan Yuan was hit by just one punch, but it felt as if he had been hit by over a hundred punches!

  The sound of cracking and popping was incessant, while Jiang Cheng's overwhelming aura burst forth in a thousand ways, directly penetrating through his arms and exploding into one blood flower after another on Feng Wuyan's shoulders.

  In an instant, Feng Zhan Yuan's body flew out of control.

  Without any hesitation, Jiang Chengfei pounced forward, pursuing relentlessly. A violent waterfall-like blow burst out, intending to end Feng Zhan Yuan's life once and for all.

  With the power of that punch just now, if Jiang Cheng's punch was real, Feng Zhan Yuan would have no luck.

  Everyone on the stage was still in a state of extreme shock, but Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing, who had just stood up, suddenly burst out with spiritual power all over his body, and even the chair behind him was blown to pieces. He rushed towards Jiang Cheng and Feng Zhan Yuan like lightning.

  At the moment he burst out of his body, a thunderous roar exploded: "You beast, how dare you!"

  It has to be said that Bai Hun's little Ling Gong Feng Qing's cultivation is absolutely not covered, and under the full force of his efforts, a distance of 100 meters was traversed in an instant.

  At the moment when Jiang Cheng's fist was about to hit Feng Zhan Yuan's chest, a palm lightly inserted itself between Jiang Cheng's fist and Feng Zhan Yuan's chest, blocking Jiang Cheng's fatal blow.

  But even without landing a hit, Feng Zhan Yuan was still struck by Jiang Cheng's punch and spat out blood nonstop.

  Almost at the same time, Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing, who had reached the Man-Eating Spirit Realm many years ago, kicked out with a flash of lightning and sent Jiang Cheng flying. In an instant, he swung his arm and picked up Feng Wuyuan, who was already seriously injured.

  The spiritual power between Jiang Cheng's waist and abdomen flashed nine times, and Jiang Cheng almost used his full strength to barely block a kick from Xie Lian with a casual kick.

  Even though the Nine-Flash Snake had dissipated ninety percent of its power, with Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing's combat strength, that remaining ten percent was enough to force Jiang Cheng to retreat repeatedly, feeling so unbearable that he almost spat out blood.

  Almost at the same time, Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing, who had just examined Feng Zhan Yuan's injuries, was like a raging lion, staring fixedly at Jiang Cheng, with his spiritual light surging up and down in sync with his breathing, actually directly locking onto Jiang Cheng with his aura.

  "You beast, how could you be so cruel as to directly cripple Yuan'er's arms!" A thunderous roar exploded, causing the ears of everyone present to ache.

  The crowd under the stage finally understood what had happened.

  However, Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing protected him with a cut heart, and at the moment of life and death, he rushed onto the martial arts stage regardless of everything, saving Feng Zhan Yuan.

  This scene made Hu Li Zu's Hu Zhenjiang furious.

  He himself was saved, but he could only watch as his own son died a miserable death.

  What made Hu Zhenjiang feel most unbearable was that he now hated Xiao Linggong Feng Qing to the bone, but at the same time, he couldn't wait for Xiao Linggong Feng Qing to kill Jiang with a slap in the face.

  This feeling made Hu Zhenjiang feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

  At the same time, the patriarch of the Ge Shan clan, Ge Xiong, burst forth with a brilliant aura all over his body, but when he pounced onto the martial stage, his figure seemed to be nailed in place, not daring to take another step forward.

  No other reason, roughly because the little spirit's furious appearance was like a lion, and its spiritual power had locked Jiang Cheng in place. If he rashly charged forward, under the influence of his emotions, it was possible that Little Spirit would explode with anger and deal a fatal blow to Jiang Cheng.

  It was precisely because of this discovery that Ge Xiong froze in place.

  Jiang Cheng was also feeling extremely uncomfortable at this time.

  Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing's spiritual power locked down, as if a great mountain was pressed on Jiang Cheng's head, wanting to crush him into powder. Wanting to bend Jiang Cheng's spine.

  Under this terrifying spiritual might, Jiang Cheng's Battle Soul Blood Tooth Pig King suddenly lit up, and the four Battle Soul Pearls frantically absorbed the spiritual energy in his dantian to counteract this terrifying spiritual might.

  Under this terrifying spiritual pressure, the spiritual power in Jiang Cheng's body began to circulate at an unprecedented speed, and was also consumed at an unprecedented speed.

  It was just a matter of one breath, and Jiang Cheng's whole body was sweating like rain.

  Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and slowly raised his head, saying word by word: "On the martial arts stage, life and death are not discussed, who can't die, who can't get hurt?

  Feng Zhan Yuan, you're just a coward!

  As soon as Jiang Cheng spoke these words, he suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated all over.

  Almost at the same time, Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing's face suddenly turned stern, "You little beast, how dare you!"

  In an instant, a seemingly tangible spiritual aura surged forth like a tidal wave and struck him once again.

  Under the suffocating spiritual might, Jiang Cheng's internal spiritual energy circulation speed reached its limit in an instant. Almost simultaneously, he faintly heard a soft sound within his body, and the bottleneck that had been constraining his cultivation shattered under this extreme pressure!

  In an instant, waves of surging spiritual energy joyfully converged towards Jiang Cheng's dantian and qihai. Originally, in front of Xiao Ling Gong Feng Qing's oppressive spiritual pressure, Jiang Cheng's aura was extremely weak, but suddenly it explosively surged up with a joyful speed.

  "Breakthrough?" The tribe leader, Ge Xiong, who was fully prepared and ready to strike, suddenly froze.

  Almost at the same time, in a distant palace, Da Ling Gong Bai Ce, who was sitting in front of the Ling Guang Pearl, suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "Can it break through even in this situation?"

  Bai Xiao's face was shocked, and his small face turned pale from the previous scene. He exclaimed in terror: "Grandfather, this Jiang Cheng is too terrifying! He almost killed Feng Zhan Yuan!"

  "Or else, why don't you just give a direct order and have Xiaolinggong take advantage of the situation to get rid of this scoundrel?"