“Your strength isn’t bad, but you aren’t worthy of fighting me…”
Chen Ping sneered coldly.
“Is that so? Then let’s give it a try…”
The young man suddenly leaped high into the air, following it up with an endless barrage of palm wind aimed straight for Chen Ping’s head. Chen Ping was instantly engulfed by the palm wind, leaving him no time to dodge at all.
“Looking for death…”
Chen Ping’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous aura emanated from his body.
They were just strangers who had never met before, with no prior acquaintance or enmity. However, Chen Ping hadn’t expected this young man to actually strike him down.
In the distance, the old man stood quietly watching, his expression unreadable, with no intention of stopping anything.
As the young man’s palm was about to strike Chen Ping’s head, Chen Ping roared angrily and punched towards the sky. Terrifying spiritual power surged out, directly blasting the young man away.
Clack clack clack…..
He stumbled back several steps, his young face ashen, his internal organs churning violently, a mouthful of blood held back by sheer force.
“Now it’s my turn…”
Chen Ping gritted his teeth and threw a punch at the young man.
The wind howled, carving deep trenches into the ground. The young man, seeing this, was instantly taken aback. With a flick of his right hand, a bronze sword materialized in his grasp.
The bronze sword whirled in the young man’s hand, painting streaks of sword flowers in mid-air. These sword flowers collided with the fists of wind, producing the sound of clashing steel and sparks flying!
…
A sound of tearing ripped through the air, and the young man recoiled rapidly. A wound half a meter long appeared on his chest, his clothes torn open, blood flowing out.
Looking at the wound on his chest, the young man’s eyes turned bloodshot, a murderous aura emanating from his body.
“I will kill you…”
The young man roared from his throat, his bronze sword beginning to glow with a crimson aura. A terrifying and bloody killing intent surged towards Chen Ping.
The young man’s figure instantly became ethereal, appearing as if many figures suddenly appeared before Chen Ping.
The bronze sword also seemed to transform into countless others, all blades drawn, charging towards Chen Ping.
Chen Ping looked at the countless phantoms around him, his brow furrowed slightly.
But just as Chen Ping frowned, countless sword qi came!
Chen Ping saw this and hurriedly circulated the Ning Xin Jue, using spiritual energy to protect his whole body. Unfortunately, it was still a step too late, as sword qi had already struck Chen Ping.
Ding dong ding dong ……
After a burst of sound, Chen Ping’s clothes were torn and tattered, barely able to cover his sensitive areas.
But Chen Ping’s body didn’t have a single wound. His bronze skin, under the moonlight, still had a faint sheen to it.
“This……”
The young man, holding a bronze sword, froze instantly.
Even the elderly man not far away had his eyes wide open, his face filled with shock.
Chen Ping was stunned, looking at his unharmed body. He never expected that his physical body had become so powerful.
He hadn’t even had time to erect a shield of spiritual energy. This was pure, unadulterated physical strength; he was enduring countless sword strikes with his body alone.
“I said, you don’t deserve to lay a hand on me…”
Chen Ping’s mouth twitched, and he threw a punch towards the dumbfounded young man.
The young man seemed to have forgotten the danger for a moment, still standing motionless. At this moment, he couldn’t understand why his hard-fought blow couldn’t even scratch Chen Ping’s skin.
Seeing that Chen Ping’s fist was about to land on the young man, the old man from afar moved: “Enough, there’s no grudge between you, why fight to the death.”
”
With a wave of his hand, the old man sent Chen Ping flying with a surge of power.