Chapter 41: Choosing Martial Skills

  No one had expected that what was thought to be a fierce battle would end like this!

  Guo Gang and Ma Yunlong are even more jealous and regretful!

  They had always been regarded as objects to be surpassed, but suddenly they broke through to the Refining Blood Realm, leaving them far behind. How could this not make them jealous to the point of madness? And yet, the opportunity for an effortless victory was snatched away by Zhou Heng, how could they not regret it?

  Now they actually want them to challenge Zhou Heng! Challenging a newcomer who has just entered the sect, even if they win, it won't be convincing at all!

  "Zhou Heng, I challenge you!" Ma Yunlong jumped out first, because Zhou Heng hadn't had a 'match' before, so the twenty-minute rest time naturally wasn't needed.

  Zhou Heng didn't say a word, he just made a beckoning gesture with his hand.

  "Arrogant little brat!" Ma Yunlong shouted angrily and stormed out.

  Capable of ranking third, Ma Yunlong's strength was indeed extraordinary, almost reaching the limit of the 9th layer of Refining Body. He barely possessed the combat power of the Blood Refining Realm. Unfortunately, Zhou Heng had fought against even the strongest at the peak of the 12th layer of Refining Body, so which same-level martial artist would he need to take seriously?

  He didn't use Fei Yun Bu again, but instead launched a head-on attack, exchanging blows with Ma Yunlong.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Zhou Heng's fists repeatedly broke through Ma Yunlong's defense, hitting his opponent's body, but this tall young man seemed like a humanoid bear, and such blows were completely unable to cause him any harm!

  "Haha, I've cultivated the Iron Wall Technique and have already reached the sixth level. My entire body is as hard as iron, and in terms of defense, no one in the outer sect can compare to me!" Ma Yunlong burst out laughing, "Your movement skills are indeed very strange, but unfortunately, when you encounter my absolute defense, you'll be powerless!"

  "What? The sixth layer of Iron Wall Technique!"

  "This is almost the limit of the 9th layer of Body Refining, it's said that only by reaching the 10th layer can one cultivate the 7th level!"

  "Similarly, the Sixth Layer of Iron Wall Technique is also an absolute defense within the Ninth Layer of Body Refining, and no one can shake it!"

  "If Senior Brother Jing Tian hadn't entered the Blood Refining Realm, would he have been able to break through?"

  "Zhōu Héng was originally proud of his skills, but now he's met his match!"

  "Haha, I haven't even warmed up the seat yet and I have to move already!"

  Everyone was once again discussing and speculating, each face filled with surprise, not expecting Ma Yunlong to be equally demonic, although he couldn't compare to Jing Tian, but wasn't much inferior in terms of 'color'.

  Zhou Heng revealed a faint smile and said, "That's not necessarily true!"

  "You only know how to boast with your words, then come and break my Iron Wall Technique!" Ma Yunlong maniacally laughed, his two fists furiously waving, like two huge hammers, heavily smashing towards Zhou Heng.

  Under the effect of Tie Bi Gong, his fists had also become dark and black, as if they had turned into iron blocks!

  "Come on, kid, I'll crush your bones!"

  Zhou Heng's heart was like an ancient well without ripples, he stared at Ma Yunlong, the sword intent of Ling Tian Jiu Shi surged in his heart, releasing a terrifying aura.

  Ma Yunlong's mind was involuntarily affected, although there was no obvious stagnation of movement, but his reaction was slow by half a beat. In his eyes, Zhou Heng was like a high and mighty god, supreme and unassailable.

  "My heart is invincible!" Ma Yunlong let out a loud roar, his eyes suddenly turning bright red, and his momentum surprisingly increased rather than decreased, bursting forth with even greater strength under Zhou Heng's high pressure.

  Zhou Heng couldn't help but secretly admire him, this was a true warrior, facing strong enemies without fear, and instead his will to fight increased. Although Zhou Xianming was a top-notch expert at the peak of the 12th layer of body refinement, compared to determination of will, Ma Yunlong was even more outstanding!

  No wonder you're a disciple of Jiuling Sect!

  But what's the difference?

  Zhou Heng continuously punched, each punch able to penetrate Ma Yunlong's defense and land on his opponent's body. However, facing an iron-like physique, it was instead his own fists that were shaken open, skin splitting and flesh bursting, with fresh blood dripping down.

  "You can't stop me!" Ma Yunlong was full of confidence, he wanted to surpass his goal, but what could this little kid do?!

  Zhou Heng didn't say a word, he just concentrated his strength into his fists and kept pounding away.

  Ma Yunlong's defensive power was indeed strong, but his defensive moves were useless in front of Zhou Heng. He was constantly being hit by punches. However, he didn't care and relied on his iron-like body to withstand Zhou Heng's attacks and force his way forward.

  Boom boom boom, fists keep pounding, like playing a melody.

  "Give up, you're destined to fail!" Ma Yunlong laughed loudly, the first throne was getting closer and closer to him, unfortunately, he didn't defeat Jing Tian to get there, it's a bit regrettable.

  "Poof——" He suddenly stopped in his tracks, and with a loud splutter, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining the collar of his shirt.

  Ma Yunlong lowered his head, a look of incredulity on his face, then raised it again to gaze at Zhou Heng. His body involuntarily arched backward, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

  "What's going on? How could Ma Yunlong lose?"

  "Doesn't he have the Iron Wall technique of the Sixth Layer?"

  "Could it be that Zhou Heng possesses the killing power of the Blood Refining Realm?!"

  In a flurry of discussion, Ai Songtao stood up, raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and said: "This battle, Zhou Heng has won!"

  "Zhou Heng wasn't actually breaking through the Iron Wall defense with his strength, but rather every single punch he threw landed on exactly the same spot on Ma Yunlong's body, accumulating power and penetrating the defense to cause internal damage!"

  After hearing his explanation, everyone suddenly realized, but can this method of cracking be replicated?

  Ma Yunlong is not a wooden puppet that can be beaten by anyone, except for Zhou Heng this pervert, who else can hit him with so many punches in a row and still manage to hit the same spot?

  It can be said that Ma Yunlong was also very wronged. If he wasn't so confident, and just protected himself a bit, dispersing the force of the punch, then with his Iron Wall skill defense, Zhou Heng wouldn't have been able to hurt him at all.

  The challenge continues.

  Twenty minutes later, Guo Gang did not challenge Zhou Heng, seemingly acknowledging his defeat, leaving everyone in another wave of surprise.

  Even Lian Guang gave up, and there was no one left to open their eyes. After the sun set, a new list of the top ten strongest outside the sect was born.

  There are two new faces - Zhou Heng and Shen Xinqi, and they didn't just barely squeeze into the top ten, one is sixth and the other is even ranked first, which really makes people think it's unexpected.

  But what's even more astonishing is Jing Tian, a 19-year-old who has reached the Refining Blood stage and shocked the upper echelons of the Jiuling Sect. It's said that several senior elders fought over him to take him as their disciple, almost coming to blows.

  In the Jiǔ Líng Zōng, advancing to the Jù Líng Jìng is already considered a senior, but the Jù Líng Jìng is also divided into three heavy heavens. Each small boundary between them may not have as much difference as heaven and earth, but it's still quite different.

  Can Jīng Yī Zhòng Tiān be on par with Jīng èr Zhòng Tiān?

  Therefore, being an elder is also determined by the ranking of several layers of heaven, and the elder who can fight with the elder of the same rank is the great power of the third layer of heaven!

  Zhou Heng didn't put it in his heart at all. As long as he completed the accumulation of the nine layers of body refinement, the gate of blood refining would not be able to hold him back either.

  Jing Tian was just one step ahead of him.

  The treatment of the top ten 'gate' outsiders is indeed not comparable to others, with daily supplies of demon beast meat and fifteen Yuanyuan Dan per month, which is equivalent to three thousand silver coins, it's simply burning money.

  Moreover, there is an even more important point, which is being able to go to the library and choose a martial skill!

  Ma Yunlong's Iron Wall skill comes from this.

  Zhou Heng has Fei Yun Bu, Ling Tian Jiu Shi and Fei Pu Jian Fa, but none of them can be considered a real martial skill.

  Fei Yun Bu and Fei Pu Jian Fa only grasp the form, but do not have corresponding Gong Ke to operate, while Ling Tian Jiu Shi is too mysterious, also without oral formula, but is integrated into his body's blood vessels, requiring continuous tempering.

  It was just as he had expected, and he was very interested in martial arts, so he went straight to the library.

  The library was not large, with only two floors up and down. A blue-shirted old man in his fifties sat guarding it, looking ordinary.

  Don't judge a person by appearance; since he can be sent here to garrison this place, this old man must be a strong practitioner of the Spirit Gathering Realm!

  Zhou Heng stepped into the hall, bowed respectfully and said: "I am Zhou Heng, one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect, here to choose a martial skill!"

  The old man looked up and glanced at him, saying: "You can choose whatever you want on the first floor, after choosing, come find me!"

  "Yes!" Zhou Heng nodded in response, casting his eyes around the room. This floor had a total of twelve bookshelves, each one taller than an average person by a head. At first glance, it was impossible to tell if there were other people inside.

  He walked to the front of the first row of bookshelves, picked up a few books on the shelf, and flipped through them briefly. He couldn't help but frown, as they only had covers and descriptions of martial arts techniques, lacking specific content.

  Also, if there were truly complete diagrams and techniques, it wouldn't be rare to find people like Zhou Heng with exceptional memory who could memorize three, five or even ten martial skills at once.

  What martial skills do you need?

  Zhou Heng asked himself in his heart, in terms of attack, Ling Tian Jiu Shi was absolutely overbearing, and although Fei Pu Jian Fa didn't have a corresponding trick, the sword intent of Ling Tian Jiu Shi was enough to make up for it, so he wasn't lacking in this aspect.

  The body method is even more unnecessary, the flying cloud step, even without a corresponding oral formula, far exceeds other body methods, no need to lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds.

  Then, we can consider the tactics of defense.

  The Iron Wall Technique left a deep impression on Zhou Heng, this wasn't just an increase in defensive power, it was actually quite powerful on the attacking end as well, tempering both fists to be like solid iron, completely able to withstand sharp blades.

  With a clear direction, he naturally had a target for his selection. After scanning the two rows of bookshelves, he picked up three martial skills books and didn't decide which one to choose, but instead read through all of them before seeking advice from the calm senior in front of him.

  When he walked to the seventh row of bookshelves, a fragrant breeze suddenly hit his nose, and in front of him appeared a beautiful woman with a pink face and rosy cheeks, who was Shen Xinqi.

  It's not surprising to see her here, as she is also one of the top ten newcomers in the outer 'door', and has the same qualification to choose a martial skill.

  "Junior Brother Zhou!" The beautiful 'girl' saw Zhou Heng and her eyes lit up, as fellow outer sect disciples, they were ranked by age. Her gaze swept over the martial skills on Zhou Heng's hands and she smiled: "So you want to learn defensive techniques? I just so happen to have a skill to recommend to you!"