"This Lin Ming is too arrogant!"

  "Faced with Zhang Cang, he didn't draw his weapon at the first moment. Zhang Cang's knife was known for its speed, while Lin Ming's weapon was a heavy gun, which was originally slow. He even had it on his back. I bet that soon he will be forced by Zhang Cang's dazzlingly fast knife skills to be unable to counterattack, and even if he loses, he won't have the chance to draw out his weapon!"

  Lian Tuo also shook his head slightly, "This Lin Ming was indeed too careless, did he think he could catch the white blade with his bare hands? Zhang Cang's knife was originally a treasured artifact that could cut hair and stop flying dust, after infusing it with true yuan, it could slice through iron like mud. Even if Lin Ming had achieved great success in his cultivation, it would still be impossible for him to catch the knife with his hands!"

  Ling Sen gazed at Lin Ming, silent and unspoken. Although he didn't understand Lin Ming, from the perspective of a martial artist's heart, Lin Ming shouldn't be an arrogant and underestimating person. What was going through his mind would be revealed as they went along.

  "You want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" Zhang Cang's face twisted into a fierce grin as he suddenly sprang into action, his body transforming into a black blur on the martial arts stage. The sound of his footsteps was like a torrential downpour pounding against lotus leaves.

  Speed approaching the extreme! Top-tier lightness skill — Seven Star Flowing Clouds!

  "Spark——" Suddenly, a chilling sound of blade vibration echoed in the air, Zhang Cang's knife shot out like lightning from a sharp angle, straight at Lin Ming's ribs!

  That one knife did not use any martial arts, but the narrow knife itself was light and thin, infused with Zhang Cang's thick true yuan, the speed reached an extreme, the power also became unimaginable, an unstoppable knife!

  Even a martial artist who is proficient in body techniques cannot avoid the speed of the sword, and even an expert with a light weapon would find it difficult to block Zhang Cang's knife that attacks from the side and under the armpit at a sharp angle!

  Moreover, Lin Ming's footwork was only the "Basic Step", and the weapon he used was a heavy spear that was somewhat lacking in speed, and at this time his spear was still on his back!

  How to block? Even Ling Sen's pupils shrank, staring intently at Zhang Cang's knife, unable to predict what would happen next!

  Just then, Lin Ming suddenly stretched out his right hand and slapped down on the narrow knife with a palm!

  At this scene, Takashi's eyes widened instantly, Lin Ming had gone mad!

  With bare hands against the sword! Bare-handedly catching the white blade!

  That's a treasured sword infused with true essence! Lin Ming, you don't want your hands anymore!?

  Zhang Cang's mouth corners rose with a sly smile, and he used his hand to block, "Haha, if I don't cut off this hand of yours, it would be a waste of my twelve years of knife training!"

  At that moment of electric spark, people didn't even have time to react, and Lin Ming's hand had already heavily slapped onto Zhang Cang's knife.

  At that moment, the countless tiny units on Lin Ming's hands were breathing in unison, and the true yuan was forming a resonance in this breath. A burst of true yuan, like a tidal wave, surged out!

  True origin shakes, practicing strength like silk!

  In an instant, a strong True Yuan fluctuation was transmitted to the narrow knife, and the knife body actually trembled violently! Zhang Cang's infused True Yuan was instantly dispersed by Lin Ming's True Yuan fluctuation.

  Zhang Cang's sneer on his face suddenly froze, he only felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, and almost couldn't hold onto the knife!

  "What!?" Such a sudden change left him unprepared, and before he could even figure out what was happening, Lin Ming had already thrown a punch, straight at Zhang Cang's chest. This punch seemed ordinary, but it contained the shock of true yuan, precisely the so-called "Powdered Body Shattering Fist". If he were to be hit by this one punch, Zhang Cang would at least lose half his life!

  Zhang Cang had been a soldier for many years, and through long-term life-and-death battles, he developed an intuition about danger. Facing Lin Ming's punch, Zhang Cang instinctively felt the enormous danger, his feet stomped on the ground, and the Great Completion-level "Seven Stars Flowing Clouds" movement was suddenly unleashed, Zhang Cang's body abruptly retreated, narrowly dodging Lin Ming's punch!

  However, although he dodged the punch, Zhang Cang still brushed against the fist wind. Just this fist wind brushing against his body made Zhang Cang feel as if his heartbeat, lung expansion, and intestinal movements were all affected by some kind of strange frequency, causing the blood in his body to churn and making him want to spit out a mouthful of blood!

  "What...what's going on?" Zhang Cang was shocked and pale, as the blood in his body reversed its flow. He stumbled to the ground, retreating several steps, and only managed to steady himself by supporting his knife on the ground.

  At that moment, everyone in the audience was stunned. What just happened? Lin Ming had blocked Zhang Cang's sword with his bare hands! Then he swung a punch, and with just the wind from it, he sent Zhang Cang stumbling back several steps, almost falling over!

  A young disciple of the One Earth Temple subconsciously rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he was seeing things.

  "Good heavens, am I seeing things?! Is Lin Ming really human?! Are his arms and legs made of iron?! He's impervious to swords and guns, and can catch a blade with his bare hands?!"

  "Zhang Cang had clearly dodged that punch, so how could he have been hit and retreated several steps?"

  "How is this possible? Lin Ming was ranked 126th just a month ago, and now he's become so formidable?"

  "Now that you mention it, when he first entered the Seventh Xuanwu Academy, he was not much stronger than Wang Yanfeng. But in the ranking of the Wan Sha Array a few days later, Wang Yanfeng ranked over 170, while Lin Ming ranked 126!"

  It's unclear where this rumor came from, but as soon as they heard it, everyone felt a chill run down their spine. This is simply a demonic rate of progress!!

  The disciple of the Earth Sect who had previously ridiculed Lin Ming for practicing the "Basic Gun Technique" and "Basic Footwork" still couldn't believe what had just happened, muttering to himself: "No way... no way... he was clearly practicing the 'Basic Gun Technique'... this is impossible..."

  ……

  "Big brother, did you see that punch and slap just now?" Takashi asked Ling Sen beside him, his face solemn.

  Ling Sen furrowed his brow, "I didn't see it clearly either. Lin Ming's knife-slapping palm had some subtlety to it, but it wasn't as exaggerated as it looked. He slapped the blade, not the edge, so his hand was fine. Still, Lin Ming is really bold and skilled - he dared to slap a knife that fast! One misstep and his hand would be gone!"

  Ta Koudao said: "Even if it's a knife body, one palm down, the blade will definitely hurt your hand. What about Zhang Cang's knife with true yuan infused, cutting iron like mud? Lin Ming dares to do this, he must have something to rely on. No wonder Lin Ming dared to say earlier that when the gun comes out, it will naturally come out. He simply thinks that Zhang Cang is not worthy of him drawing his gun!"

  As he spoke, his own heart was trembling with fear. When he had just arrived at the Seventh Rank Wu Fu a month ago, he absolutely didn't have the confidence to challenge disciples ranked around one hundred on the Ranking Stone.

  ……

  Lin Ming's palm, as Ling Sen said, did not hit the blade. Lin Ming's moves were always accurate and flawless, with a gentle force that shook his opponent's defense, which was why he dared to block the knife with his hand!

  At this time, Zhang Cang stood ten or so zhang away, staring at Lin Ming, and his eyes already had a hint of fear. Lin Ming's previous palm and fist made him feel that Lin Ming was unfathomably deep in his heart!

  Zhang Cang's advantage was close combat, and when it came to dealing with long spears like this one, close combat was also the best way to win. But now, he no longer had even half a shred of confidence in facing Lin Ming's fists and palms.

  Gritting his teeth, Zhang Cang gripped the knife handle with both hands, "Lin Ming, you've indeed surprised me, but don't think you've won yet, take my strongest blow!"

  Can't engage in close combat, Zhang Cang still has martial skills!

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