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Divine Will and Sword of the Heavens

Killed in his pursuit of Dao, born again to destroy his enemies. The Divine Will tolerates no equal, and the Sword of the Heavens will cut down all enemies. Realizing the true pursuit of power, Jiang Ting looks deep within his heart to find the evil that will let him be more powerful. He will tear down the world to become immortal. That is his only goal, and that is, The Divine Will and Sword of the Heavens.

Infinity_09 · Eastern
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70 Chs

Genius

Jue Lin shuddered. 'What is this premonition" Why do i get a bad feeling about this? What does this guy mean by 'don't hold anything back?' I'm clearly the stronger one here.'

Suddenly, in front of everyone present, Jiang Ting got into a tiger stance. All of a sudden, he pounced at Jue Lin.

Seeing the ferocious attack, Jue Lin defended well, as she adopted a similar tiger stance. Jiang Ting approached her directly throwing consecutive punches at her face and chest.

Jue Lin, to everyone's surprise, chose not to take the attacks head on, sliding away in an agile motion instead.

Jiang Ting's eyes flashed. 'Shadow Tiger Technique. It is an agility technique. According to Lin Fan, senior sister earned the Raging Tiger Fist technique, which means she probably used this agility-based technique in the earlier part of her cultivation. Based on her earlier evasion, she probably reached middle stage mastery in the technique as well.'

Right as Jue Lin had completed her dodge, Jiang Ting pounced forth again. Furthermore, as the attacks went on, his punches carried more power than before, while his kicks were swift enough to conjure the wind.

'How the hell is this guy so strong? Didn't he just start cultivating a month ago?' Jue Lin was bewildered. 'His attacks are too swift and too powerful. I can't afford to hold back anymore.'

At this point in time, Jiang Time unleashed another punch aimed right at Jue Lin's face. To everyone's surprise, she no longer evaded, and lashed out with a fist of her own. At this moment, both fists collided, pushing both contestants back a few feet.

The crowd arena went quiet. Jue Lin, at full strength, couldn't defeat Jiang Ting?

After a moment's pause, the crowd exploded into cheers and applause. In martial arts, cultivation level was usually the deciding factor in a battle. Hence higher-level cultivators usually won, and there was nothing worth watching there. So, what was it that made martial arts attractive?

Of course, it was when somebody defied the natural order and challenged cultivators beyond their level!

Today, Jiang Ting, with but a month of cultivation, had stood up to Jue Lin and fought her head on!

Over in the audience, Lin Fan was stunned. He didn't dare believe his eyes. 'This guy, how could he possibly be this powerful!'

On another side of the arena, Lu Fei and Yan Ping were stunned. 'Even newbies are this strong nowadays?'

Meanwhile Sun Mei's jaw dropped, as she pointed at Jiang Ting, "Your junior brother..."

"Yes..." Zhao Song was speechless, but he couldn't help staring at Jiang Ting's fists. Over the course of a battle, there would be minor injuries, and Jiang Ting's firsts had a slight reddish hue. Zhao Song couldn't help but stare at his fists with uncertainty.

Mixed in the crowd, a young man was staring hard at Jiang Ting's fists. However, he too, wasn't certain about what he was seeing.

Meanwhile, on the stage, Wang Chun stood up in shock. Beside him, Chen Mei couldn't believe her eyes either. All the core elders from the were also sporting an uncertain expression.

"Senior brother, that was..." Chen Mei asked, her tone filled with shock.

"Yes, there is no doubt." Wang Chun replied, unable to fathom the words coming from his own mouth.

"Chen Mei's pupils constricted. "The middle stage mastery of Red Tiger Battle Art. Enriching his blood with spiritual qi, making it denser, thus reddening the skin. He can barely apply some spiritual qi, but that is already something that took senior brother 10 years to achieve when he cultivated the technique by himself. Even with senior brother's active guidance, Huang Chen still took 3 years to achieve this. And now..."

Her voice trailed off, but the core elders understood the gravity of the situation. Who here hadn't seen Wang Chun's horrifying power with this technique? How many beatings had that generation of the martial wing suffered from the Red Tiger Battle Art? Unlike the case with Huang Chen, the Headmaster had been in seclusion this past month, not giving Jiang Ting any guidance. Under the same cultivating conditions as the Headmaster, he achieved the result of 10 years of painstaking cultivation within just a month...

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Back on the stage, Jiang Ting stared at his fists. 'I can fully use the blood enrichment effect of middle stage mastery with my current physique, any more would cause permanent damage to my body. Of course, just barely using the least bit of the blood enrichment is already enough to battle senior sister Jue. Also, it is already sufficient to cement my status as a monstrous talent. I should hold off on revealing any more strength unless necessary. Alright then, I guess it's time to end this.'

At this time, Jue Lin's voice rang out.

"I'm very sorry for looking down on junior brother earlier. Let's battle in earnest now, shall we?" Jue Lin looked at Jiang Ting with unmasked admiration in her eyes as she took on her tiger stance.

Jiang Ting took a good look at the woman, gaining more and more respect for her demeanor and bearing. He similarly got into his stance and nodded at her.

Suddenly both combatants charged at each other, unleashing ferocious punches and lightning quick kicks at each other. They fought round after round, trading blows as they went.

The crowd was awestruck. Everyone watched as Jiang Ting went toe to toe with Jue Lin, with the duo trading dozens of blows every minute.

Soon, their low level of training started to show its effects. Both fighters started to tire, Jiang Ting especially. Yet to those familiar with the Red Tiger Battle Art, it became increasingly apparent that Jiang Ting had reached the middle stage mastery of the technique, as his reddish fists continued to deal extensive damage to Jue Lin's arms.

Eventually, the tie turned into an endurance contest. It all depended on whether Jiang Ting would tire first or would Jue Lin be too injured to continue before that happens.

Realizing this, both fighters backed away, gathered their strength, and unleashed one final punch to decide the match. As they clashed, they kicked up a fierce wind.