บท 75: Fu Chengye Finally Became a Bit Anxious

Fu Chengye's face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted in anger.

"Hmph! Rest assured! To prevent you from using this opportunity to escape the duel, I've already prepared my chips," he sneered.

Jiang Heng finally revealed a hint of a smile. "Indeed."

With that said, he leaped from afar and landed on the arena.

Fu Chengye's expression grew even darker.

He could tell from the hint of a smile on Jiang Heng's face that the chips he had brought him all the way here were now treated as spoils.

"You ignorant boy!"

"I truly wonder where you get such confidence from."

Fu Chengye, infuriated yet amused, looked at Jiang Heng, who always wore a faint smile, and coldly shouted, "Attack!"

He drew his sword.

A dense red qi instantly enveloped the long sword, as if it were wrapped in a thin red film, and extended three inches of red sword energy at the tip.

Jiang Heng's expression instantly froze.

After reading various books, he understood a lot about martial arts.

Generally, even though those at the Innate Realm could project their true qi externally, to extend a relatively stable sword energy at the tip of a sword, two requirements had to be met:

First, the weapon had to be of the level of a top-grade treasure or higher, almost without any loss in the transmission of true qi, equivalent to the circulation of true qi within the body.

Second, one had to practice a Heaven-grade martial art and reach a certain level of control, being able to compress and refine the true qi to its utmost, not dissipating easily.

This kind of sword energy had no less killing power than an early-stage Linghai Realm expert.

"No wonder, you have the strength to rival an early-stage Linghai Realm."

"To be a top talent on the Hidden Dragon Ranking is truly not to be underestimated!"

"For one of the exceptional individuals among the hundreds of billions in the Heavenly Emperor Dynasty, Heaven-grade martial arts may indeed not be much. Perhaps their martial arts proficiency is no less than mine."

"If it weren't for the breakthrough just now, I'm afraid winning wouldn't be so certain."

Thinking of this, Jiang Heng's excitement grew faintly.

This evenly matched battle was exactly what he had anticipated.

"Come then!"

Jiang Heng roared excitedly, his right fist clenched, his figure almost turning into a streak of light. In an instant, he appeared not far from his opponent.

"Let me see how hard your fist is!"

Fu Chengye was now completely in combat mode, disregarding everything outside. The complicated thoughts in his mind were temporarily forgotten.

He lunged forward, his long sword meeting Jiang Heng's fist as he swung it heavily.

"*Buzz!*"

At the moment of impact, the long sword hardly vibrated at all, and there was only a muffled collision sound on the arena.

As both of them clashed at lightning speed, the air created a shockwave that spread out in all directions.

"What?!"

Under the terrifying force, Fu Chengye took half a step back, his foot heavily planted on the ground to stop his retreat.

On the other hand, his opponent Jiang Heng, despite the head-on collision between his fist and the top-grade treasure, showed no damage at all. His figure remained as steady as a mountain, without the slightest sway.

The difference was striking!

The audience below the stage erupted in astonishment.

"Hiss! Jiang Heng has the upper hand?"

"It's indeed the legendary fighting style, unmatched physique, and iron fists that dominate all!"

"How was this physique cultivated?"

"It should be some kind of special secret technique, right? It seems like the body has been refined to be as strong as meteoric iron, or maybe just the fists."

"However, such secret techniques have growth limits. After reaching a certain level of cultivation, they become less effective, and investing too much energy in them isn't cost-effective."

On the arena.

After Fu Chengye took a step back, he immediately regained his composure.

After all, he practiced Heaven-grade martial arts, and his highly compressed true qi had a high damping effect on external striking forces. It was completely different from Jiang Heng's previous opponents, who had been internally injured from a single blow.

"Well done! This is how we should fight!"

Jiang Heng laughed heartily and moved again, delivering another powerful punch.

Fu Chengye swiftly shifted his body to avoid Jiang Heng's punch while swinging his sword. A sharp sword qi flew out from the tip of his sword and instantly slashed towards Jiang Heng's neck.

Jiang Heng's gaze shifted, completely ignoring the sword qi's attack, letting it strike his neck and dissipate into nothingness.

"Bring it on!"

He reached out his hand, grabbing for the opponent's long sword.

Fu Chengye's attack proved fruitless, and he immediately shifted his stance, preparing for a more agile battle with Jiang Heng.

But what shocked him was that as soon as Jiang Heng moved, he immediately caught up. His speed was no less than Fu Chengye's and even surpassed it.

In just about a second of exchanging blows, Jiang Heng's explosive power surpassed him, and his defense was as unyielding as meteoric iron.

Now, his speed even exceeded Fu Chengye's slightly.

How can I keep fighting like this?

Fu Chengye's heart sank, and he began to regret his impulsive decision to challenge Jiang Heng.

While he might have had second thoughts, as a former top talent on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, Fu Chengye had no concept of surrender when it came to his peers.

"I don't believe it! Even with your formidable defense, you must have some weaknesses!"

Facing Jiang Heng's punch, Fu Chengye's figure evaded like a floating willow while sending another sword qi towards Jiang Heng's calf.

Their speeds were similar, and even though Jiang Heng had a slight advantage, it wasn't easy to land a hit when Fu Chengye made every effort to dodge.

On the other hand, Fu Chengye's sword qi kept releasing, launching long-range attacks against Jiang Heng's body.

In the eyes of many onlookers, Fu Chengye seemed to have the upper hand.

"I told you! Fu Chengye's strength is slightly superior to Jiang Heng's. Don't be fooled by Jiang Heng's strong defense. How many attacks can he withstand?"

"After all, he's only in the True Qi Realm. There's a fundamental difference in attack methods. Faced with Fu Chengye's sword qi attacks, he can only endure them and can't counterattack at all."

However, some individuals had a different perspective.

"I actually think Jiang Heng has a better chance of winning."

"Based on their initial confrontation, you can see that Jiang Heng's explosive power is stronger than Fu Chengye's, not to mention his defense. There haven't been any rumors of Jiang Heng getting injured, making him nearly invincible. In terms of speed, they're evenly matched."

"Overall, Jiang Heng has the bigger advantage."

"The only question now is whether Fu Chengye can find Jiang Heng's weaknesses or accumulate damage through his attacks to break through Jiang Heng's defense."

"If he can, then Fu Chengye might have a chance at winning."

"On the other hand, if he makes any mistakes during this period, Jiang Heng might seize the opportunity and deliver a series of punches to finish him off."

On the arena.

Fu Chengye's nose was starting to sweat.

In just about a minute of combat, it had placed immense mental pressure on him.

Jiang Heng, relying on his slightly superior agility, had been constantly entangling him, forcing him to concentrate solely on dodging to avoid getting caught.

In addition, the multiple sword qi attacks during this time had been completely ineffective, adding to his growing anxiety.

He was starting to feel a bit anxious.