In just one move, Jiang Tien-cheng managed to block it, but his palms felt sore and numb. Even his shoulders and chest felt as if the Qi and blood in his body were not flowing smoothly.
The difference in strength between Minghe and himself could be seen from this. However, the change in his mentality made him happy.
'Is this the Righteous Qi Cultivation Realm of the Human Avatar Realm? '
After being injured and bedridden, Jiang Tien-cheng's physical fitness had decreased. However, during this period of recuperation, his spiritual cultivation had once again risen to another level. When he stepped onto the arena, he had cast aside life and death, honor, and fought with the White-Clothed Asura.
Decades of hard work had finally borne fruit. He had forcibly raised the power of his mind to the Human Avatar Realm with his body that had yet to reach the Great Success of Qi Cultivation.
In his perception, his mind was like a mirror-like lake, reflecting all of Minghe's enmity and thoughts of attacks.
And it was not only Minghe. In his perception, there was a ball of burning power that was like the scorching sun in the sky, watching him from afar.
Two hundred meters away, the Red Sun Monk put down the teacup in his hand. He seemed to have sensed something, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes. "What a pity."
Minghe looked at Jiang Tien-cheng, whose aura had suddenly changed, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes. "You're very good. You were able to achieve a breakthrough in your mind during the battle with me. You're much stronger than these people." However, in the next moment, a hint of regret appeared in his eyes. "What a pity. If it weren't for the Russian incident, I would have given you enough time to grow."
"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening without regrets," Jiang Tien-cheng said calmly. "Let's continue."
"Okay."
Before he finished speaking, Minghe's entire body had already left a series of afterimages. He suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Tien-cheng in a flash and kicked toward his knee.
Jiang Tien-cheng twisted his legs and shook them. Like super rubber, he deflected Minghe's attack. Not only did he neutralize Minghe's attack, but he also took advantage of Minghe's unsteady footing to throw out a punch. Like a big spear, it pierced toward Minghe's chest with the sound of wind and thunder.
Naturally, Minghe would not be defeated so easily. He blocked Jiang Tien-cheng's arm with one hand, and his other hand fell from the sky and chopped down fiercely like a guillotine. He was about to chop off Jiang Tien-cheng's arm.
A sharp aura burst out from Minghe's hands. Jiang Tien-cheng's eyes lit up. He knew that he could not take it head-on. Instead of retreating, he closed in and crashed into Minghe's arms. The power in his body kept surging, like a rubber ball, constantly rebounding Minghe's power.
A series of crackling sounds rang out.
In a few seconds, the two men's fists and palms collided dozens of times. Jiang Tien-cheng's shirt was completely turned into strips of cloth. Until the last punch, Jiang Tien-cheng's whole body exploded under his feet, and a big hole appeared in the arena. The two men punched each other and retreated.
From the beginning to the end, Minghe relied on his strong physical quality to suppress Jiang Tien-cheng. However, Jiang Tien-cheng seemed to be able to predict Minghe's attack. Every time, he deflected Minghe's attack or rebounded it.
Like a piece of rubber, no matter how Minghe hit him, he could not cause real damage.
At this moment, Jiang Tien-cheng fully displayed the emptiness, roundness, perception, and spirit of martial arts.
This was also the bonus brought by the Human Appearance Realm of Qi Cultivation. He made Jiang Tien-cheng's mind reach a state that was infinitely close to absolute calmness. In this kind of absolute calmness, he perceived the enemy's malice and mentality, and predicted the opponent's moves in a calm mind.
As the saying goes, calmness breeds wisdom. Jiang Tien-cheng's mind power was like a mirror, reflecting everything around him.
It could be said that the mind power of Zuo Zhicheng and the Red Sun Monk was mainly used to directly injure others. Jiang Tien-cheng's Qi Cultivation was used to perceive others.
With his current realm, if he was given enough spiritual food, no, as long as he could connect all the inherited martial arts of the Innate Qi in his body, he would not lose to Minghe in a few months' time. He might even win.
But now, even if his realm had improved, the gap between his body and Minghe's still unavoidable.
Minghe glanced at Jiang Tien-cheng and slowly pulled out the thin sword at his waist. On his face, there was a trace of regret, respect, and holiness. "Your fist technique and bearing are enough to establish a sect. In order to express my respect for you, I will use my strongest strength to defeat you and then kill you. "
"That's how it should be."
Boom! As if a barrel of gunpowder had been ignited, Minghe's figure disappeared in an instant. Countless silver lights bloomed on the arena like a meteor shower.
Ordinary people's vision could not detect Minghe's shadow. Jiang Tien-cheng could sense his opponent's movements with the reflection of his mind power, but the gap between his body and Minghe's made it difficult for him to block all the attacks. Especially when his opponent used a weapon, it was harder to deflect and dodge than the previous fists.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Blood flowers bloomed on Jiang Tien-cheng's body. In an instant, he was covered in blood, but his expression was still calm and serene.
The audience below the arena was in a daze. In the battle on the arena, Minghe's martial arts were far beyond their imagination. Minghe's speed seemed to be like a demon in these people's eyes. He was simply invincible.
In the next moment, there was a new change in the arena.
"It's over …"
With a sigh, a large silver light suddenly bloomed on Jiang Tien-cheng's chest. Minghe's figure had appeared at the edge of the arena.
The eyes of the audience below the arena were full of despair and decadence at this moment.
"Did he lose?"
"How can this kind of person win?"
"After practicing martial arts for so many years, what's the use of comparing with him?"
On the other side, He Minghai also looked at the two people on the arena with a complicated expression. He thought that if he were in Minghe's position, how many moves could he take when Minghe went all out?
"Jiang Tien-cheng lives up to his reputation." After thinking for a long time, he could only mutter to himself, "But the Underworld Sect … and this is only the Soul Reaper. Then how strong would the peak Dharma Kings, or even the strongest and most mysterious Yama Holy Son be? In their eyes, what are we worth?
And what would the Heavenly Dao Palace and Mount Meru be like if they could drive the Underworld Sect to the New World … Alas … "He sighed deeply. Those sects with a long history were much stronger than he had imagined. An indescribable sense of powerlessness shrouded his heart.
However, on the other side, Minghe's eyes revealed a look of surprise. Jiang Tien-cheng looked at his chest with a strange expression.
He saw a long sword floating in the air in front of his chest. It was also this sword that had blocked Minghe's attack at the critical moment.
"A flying sword?"
At this moment, he suddenly turned around and looked below the arena as if he was facing a great enemy. Behind the position where Ah Hai and the others were standing, a man with a cold expression had appeared out of nowhere.
'What kind of monster is this?' Killing intent gushed forth, as if the air had turned cold and sticky. Minghe even felt that his breathing and consciousness had started to become a little blurry. 'This guy … How many people has he killed?'
He looked at Ah Hai and the other three, who had fearful and nervous expressions and were emitting ferocious gazes like wild wolves. Then he said calmly, "I heard that you were looking for me?"
"I just returned."
"Each of you leave a hand behind and leave. I'll take it as if nothing had happened."
"How about it?"
The killing intent was withdrawn right after it was released, and the backs of the five people were drenched in cold sweat. Yu Wen, who was carrying a spear, could not help but take three steps back from the impact of this aura. He then accidentally fell to the ground.
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