Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 415 - 167: It’s Settled (3)

"This guy was hiding his strength just a moment ago!"

"Damn it, didn’t Tang Weizhong say he was poisoned? Why hasn’t it taken effect yet!"

Ni Qiangkun’s sense of crisis was extremely intense.

The opponent’s fist slammed into his blood-red saber, and the terrifying force made his hands go numb.

Ni Qiangkun found it hard to imagine how a Martial Artist at the Bone Marrow Refining Realm could possess such powerful strength.

Could this kid have broken through the Nine Transformations of Qi and Blood to reach the Bone Marrow Refining Realm!?

"What’s going on? Wasn’t Zhao Hao poisoned?"

"Did Lee Yanming trick me?"

Tang Weizhong was a bit anxious seeing Ni Qiangkun fall into a disadvantage.

Zhao Hao’s strength had increased tremendously compared to when he was at Celestial Blade Peak.

Tang Weizhong found it hard to imagine how this guy had achieved it.

"Hiss—"

"This guy is impressive. This fight is comparable to the peak battles between genius martial artists in previous years."

"Indeed, I didn’t expect such an exciting fight to occur on the second day. This martial arts exchange was worth attending."

"I don’t know this person’s background, and I wonder if he can withstand the pressure from those genius martial artists a few days later."

"..."

Below the ring, the audience watched with great interest.

"Old guy, even with so many years of practice, you’re not that great."

Lin Zheyu continuously punched, taunting with spare energy.

This person’s strength was truly formidable; his saber skill had reached an extraordinary level, and Lin Zheyu couldn’t get close.

If this continued, Lin Zheyu would definitely win, but letting the opponent go like this, Lin Zheyu felt very displeased.

He wanted to provoke the opponent to find his flaws, to see if he could slay him on the spot.

"Hmph."

"The fight isn’t over yet, don’t get too cocky."

Ni Qiangkun snorted coldly.

He was waiting for the opportunity when the poison in his opponent’s body would take effect.

He had heard of Calamity Wood Vine Fragrance and Red Dream Orchid, a powerful poison specifically used to restrict the Qi and blood flow of Martial Artists in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

After being poisoned, the Qi and blood flow would be sluggish, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with not even thirty percent of strength available.

Bang bang bang—

Lin Zheyu’s punches were domineering and fierce. The Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist, already violent and aggressive, combined with the increasingly powerful domineering fist force, was terrifying even though it wasn’t as powerful as the Purple Thunder True Intent.

Yet it was extremely frightening as each punch caused Ni Qiangkun’s arm to go numb.

"What is he waiting for?"

"Obviously, there’s no chance of winning, yet he’s still stubbornly holding on. Is he waiting for me to expose a flaw?"

Lin Zheyu thought quickly, unable to understand the opponent’s futile persistence.

Even if it dragged on like this, the opponent had no chance of winning, and this persistence was utterly meaningless.

"Let’s try showing a flaw..."

Lin Zheyu said to himself.

With a bang.

He suddenly exerted force under his feet, shooting out like a cannonball.

Suddenly, halfway through his charge, his figure abruptly paused, then continued forward, though his speed had noticeably slowed.

"It’s here!"

"Haha, now you’re doomed!"

Tang Weizhong’s face lit up with joy, almost exclaiming aloud.

Ni Qiangkun, ever-attentive to Lin Zheyu’s movements, had a sharp glint in his eye.

His Qi and blood circulated madly, forming a Qi Blood Vortex within his body, muscles swelling on his arm, as Slaughter True Intent bore down on Lin Zheyu.

"Die!"

Ni Qiangkun’s voice, like that of the Death God, rang out.

After using the burst skill, his speed and attack power increased severalfold, reaching Lin Zheyu in the blink of an eye.

Ding!

Lin Zheyu crossed his arms, using tungsten gloves to block the powerful blow.

The tremendous force sent him flying backward.

"So strong!"

Lin Zheyu was slightly surprised; this old guy indeed had a trump card.

However, he had no fear whatsoever. He hadn’t used the Qi and Blood Burst Skill just now, relying purely on the powerful Qi blood attack from qualitative change at that time.

If not for using the Nine Revolutions Locking Essence Skill to lock most of the Qi and blood and Life Essence, Lin Zheyu wouldn’t even need the Qi and Blood Burst Skill to easily resolve Ni Qiangkun.

Unfortunately, now was not the suitable occasion.

Boom!

Lin Zheyu’s right foot stomped fiercely, stopping his retreat.

The Qi and blood surged violently within his body, the Qi and Blood Burst Skill unleashed, brewing terrifying power within.

Without retraining in the Golden Swan Skill, Lin Zheyu couldn’t execute nimble displacement and evasion body techniques while using the Qi and Blood Burst Skill.

Therefore, he could only look for flaws in Ni Qiangkun’s attack and unleash the strongest strike.

Swoosh—

After a failed strike, Ni Qiangkun tapped his toes, his body flickering and turning around, his blood-colored saber slashing down again.

"Great opportunity!"

Lin Zheyu’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

Crumble!

The power that had been built up exploded in an instant, his figure shooting out at several times the speed, the Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist unleashed, breaking through the air with a hiss.

"Damn it, he wasn’t poisoned!"

"It’s a trap!"

Seeing Lin Zheyu suddenly erupt with even more terrifying power, Ni Qiangkun’s heart rang with alarm.

He twisted his wrist, quickly withdrawing the saber’s momentum, retreating hurriedly.

However, it was too late.

With the Qi and Blood Burst Skill in play, Lin Zheyu’s speed was astonishingly fast.

The massive fist rapidly enlarged in Ni Qiangkun’s field of vision, crashing into his chest with a rumble.

Crack crack—

Pfft—

The sound of bones shattering echoed as Lin Zheyu’s fist passed through Ni Qiangkun’s chest.

Due to his excessive speed, the sheer inertia directly drove Lin Zheyu into Ni Qiangkun, sending the entire opponent crashing backward.

Thud—

Ni Qiangkun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, crashing heavily under the ring, almost hitting an unlucky Martial Artist watching below.

"Good, good, good!"

The Yang-surnamed elder, who was lounging leisurely in his chair, saw Lin Zheyu’s outburst and immediately sat up, repeatedly exclaiming.

"What potential, what potential!"

"The strength just displayed rivals the top talents within the Sect."

"Without systematic guidance, without cultivating powerful genuine skills, he managed to cultivate some ordinary skills to such intensity on his own; it’s simply unbelievable."

"With powerful genuine skills and guidance from a great mentor, the future is limitless!"

The Yang-surnamed elder was immensely excited.

This person, he must have.