章 8: What a Powerful Physique
In another direction of the Outer Sect branch, there was the Dueling Arena.
On the vast field, around a circular arena with a radius of a hundred meters, many Outer Sect disciples dressed in blue were watching the duels, and the cheers and applause were incessant.
Jiang Heng approached from a distance and inquired about the specific situation of the duels at a table not far from the arena.
"Every Outer Sect disciple can challenge, but if you fail, you can only challenge again the next day."
"After winning ten consecutive matches, you can become a Challenger."
"Challengers have the right to challenge the Arena Master. If you win against the Arena Master, you can replace them and become the new Arena Master, earning 10 contribution points every day."
The blue-clad steward behind the table glanced at Jiang Heng and casually said.
Jiang Heng nodded thoughtfully.
This made sense; if there were no prerequisites for challenging the Arena Master, the Arena Master would likely be too busy to have any time for cultivation.
He handed over his identity card and said calmly, "I want to challenge."
The blue-clad steward behind the table glanced at Jiang Heng and casually said,
"On the arena, intentionally killing fellow disciples is not allowed, but injuries or deaths may occur. Remember to prepare a good weapon."
"Understood."
...
Jiang Heng patiently waited.
Ten minutes later.
"The next contestant, Outer Sect disciple Jiang Heng! Please step onto the stage!"
With a loud shout, Jiang Heng immediately used his Swift Wind Step, his figure almost turning into a gentle breeze as he gracefully descended onto the high stage.
On the other side of the stage, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back, a long sword in his hand dripping fresh blood from the tip.
It was the blood of the previous loser.
"Junior Brother Jiang, since you've stepped onto the stage, life and death are at stake. Are you prepared?"
The young man curled his lips, his smile somewhat cold.
Jiang Heng glanced at the opponent and smiled lightly,
"This senior brother, given your age, resorting to psychological pressure when stepping onto the stage with me only shows your insecurity!"
He clenched his fist, surging with qi and blood, and his aura enveloped his body like a dragon's, exuding a powerful and domineering presence.
"Come on! Let's just fight directly!"
Jiang Heng grinned ferociously and charged forward.
The young man with the sword had a momentary pause in his smile, and then his expression turned grim.
In this world, geniuses were not in short supply.
So, even though Jiang Heng appeared to be just a teenager in his teens, he would never underestimate his opponent because of that.
Often, young geniuses, even if they had high cultivation, didn't have much combat experience.
So, using psychological pressure beforehand could significantly reduce the opponent's combat strength, increasing his chances of winning.
But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Heng didn't get nervous at all; instead, he acted so arrogantly.
"Since that's the case, come at me!"
The young man discarded all his distracting thoughts and immediately entered the combat state.
His aura surged, and his figure burst forward.
Under the force of tens of thousands of jin, his long sword shot out like lightning and fell like a meteor.
Both fast and fierce!
The Outer Sect disciples who were watching started to discuss among themselves.
"Where did this genius disciple Jiang Heng come from? I haven't heard of him before."
"I don't know, but judging from his aura, he should be at the sixth level of body refining realm."
"What's the use of the sixth level? Without a cultivation level above the seventh stage, challenging the Dueling Arena is just seeking humiliation. I think Jiang Heng is in a bad situation."
"That's right. In martial cultivation, besides cultivation level, martial arts techniques are also crucial."
"Luo Guang has a cultivation level of seventh stage body refining realm and has mastered the Meteor Sword Technique to the proficient level."
"With 70,000 jin of strength and a 1.5x burst, it's equivalent to over 100,000 jin of explosive power!"
"Even if Jiang Heng has the cultivation level of seventh stage body refining realm, his martial arts techniques couldn't possibly reach the same level as Luo Guang's. So, Jiang Heng is definitely going to lose!"
The Outer Sect disciples of the entire Dalu Sect numbered nearly a hundred thousand, distributed among the various peaks.
Out of these ten thousand, even if we exclude the top fifty disciples from the Sect Grand Competition, the remaining strong disciples have at least cultivation levels above the seventh level body refining realm, giving them the qualifications to compete for the position of Arena Master.
On the arena,
"Swish!"
The young man Luo Guang's long sword moved like a shooting star.
Incredibly fast, with a fierce momentum!
Jiang Heng's body movement was elegant, but his aura was ferocious and fierce.
The two rushed towards each other.
In the next moment,
What shocked Luo Guang was that Jiang Heng didn't dodge or evade; instead, he directly clashed his heavy fist with the tip of Luo Guang's sword.
"Clang!"
The longsword shattered suddenly, but Jiang Heng's punch didn't lose any of its momentum. It continued to crash into Luo Guang's body.
"What!"
Luo Guang's pupils suddenly shrank, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart, causing his scalp to tingle.
But it was already too late to dodge.
Jiang Heng's heavy punch landed on his chest.
Under the tremendous force, Luo Guang's chest caved in, his ribs broke, and he was sent flying, coughing up blood.
Outside the arena, silence fell instantly.
In the next moment, a deafening discussion erupted.
"How is this possible? Such an incredible physique!"
"He took a frontal hit from a sword with almost 100,000 jin of explosive power, and his skin wasn't even scratched!"
"What's more unbelievable is that he completely overwhelmed Luo Guang with just one punch. His explosive power must be incredibly strong!"
"Luo Guang, who had won three consecutive matches, couldn't even make a move against him. He's too powerful!"
On the arena, Luo Guang curled up in pain, lying on the ground, groaning weakly.
Two attendants walked onto the platform, carried Luo Guang away, and cleaned the area quickly.
"Next one! Outer Sect disciple Meng Lingshuo, please step forward!"
In the midst of the commotion, the voice of the steward rang out clearly.
"It's the former Arena Master Meng Lingshuo! After being defeated by Pu Xingyu, she went into seclusion for half a month and now challenges again!"
"The mysterious genius Jiang Heng against the former Arena Master Meng Lingshuo – this should be exciting!"
"Meng Lingshuo was already at the eighth level of cultivation before, and she mastered the Grand Illusion Sword Technique to the 'Consummate' level. Coming back now, she must have had a breakthrough."
"Jiang Heng possesses an incredibly strong physique, easily overpowering someone with 100,000 jin of explosive power."
"This time, it's going to be a great show!"
At this moment, a stunning girl in a green dress floated up and landed not far from Jiang Heng.
Her skin was as smooth as jade, her features were like a painting, like a fairy from a painting.
At this moment, she looked at Jiang Heng with a serious expression.
She had watched the entire battle from start to finish.
She didn't find the strength displayed by Jiang Heng against Luo Guang too unbelievable.
In battle, strength was not the only factor.
Her own strength was not weak, and her agility and swordsmanship were stronger. She was skilled in evasive combat, and as long as the opponent didn't outclass her by too much, she had confidence in dealing with them.
However, the formidable physique that the opponent possessed left her with a feeling of helplessness.
A strength of 100,000 jin couldn't even scratch his skin.
So, how much explosive power would be needed to defeat him?
"I can only rely on my agility and seize the opportunity!"
Meng Lingshuo set her tactics in her heart and then drew her longsword.
"Brother Jiang Heng, please!"
Meng Lingshuo cupped her fists.
Jiang Heng smiled lightly and returned the gesture.
In the next moment, Meng Lingshuo's figure turned into a gentle breeze as she began to move gracefully.
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