24: Walking birds in the wind

Old Man Mu opened his mouth, wanting to say something but held it back.

If Chen Heng was really as formidable as Chen Fugui said, then Mr. Qiu truly wouldn't be his opponent.

Actually, Chen Heng was also quite curious: who was stronger, his Huajin or a normal Huajin?

"Do you want me to let you have three moves first?"

Chen Heng asked, looking at Mr. Qiu, who was already red with anger.

It wasn't that he looked down on Mr. Qiu; Chen Heng was genuinely afraid that he might accidentally not hold back his strength with a single saber strike and cut Mr. Qiu in half.

If all Transformation Realm Martial Artists were as weak as the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall, then Mr. Qiu might truly not be able to withstand one of his saber strikes.

"Good, good, good! How dare you underestimate me so!"

Mr. Qiu was flushed with anger, and his knuckles were white from gripping his longsword tightly.

"Then I'll teach you a lesson!"

With that, Mr. Qiu, wielding his longsword, flew closer.

Sword light flashed, and Mr. Qiu unleashed nine Sword Qi strikes in quick succession, aiming directly for Chen Heng's vital points.

Chen Heng was a man of his word; if he said he'd let him have three moves, he would let him have three moves.

Clink, clink, clink!

With nine consecutive crisp sounds, Chen Heng actually shattered the nine Sword Qi strikes directly with his palm.

"First move."

Chen Heng held up one finger.

"You have two more moves; after that, it's my turn."

Seeing that his Sword Qi had no effect whatsoever, Mr. Qiu's expression also turned grim.

Practicing martial arts required a large amount of money, and he was merely a Martial Artist from an ordinary family.

He had only barely reached Huajin through a stroke of Opportunity.

His original family simply couldn't afford the expenses required for his martial arts training.

This was why Mr. Qiu had to serve as a Guest Elder in the Mu Family.

He provided martial protection to the Mu Family, and in return, the Mu Family provided him with the money needed for his martial arts training.

If he were to lose today, the resources from the Mu Family would surely decrease.

This was something he could not accept.

"Die!"

Mr. Qiu knew he couldn't hold back anymore and immediately unleashed his sword with full force.

Extremely sinister Internal Qi enveloped his longsword, and Mr. Qiu spun his body, striking towards Chen Heng's armpit.

Chen Heng swung both fists, blocking Mr. Qiu's attack.

His punch had no technique whatsoever, relying entirely on brute force and the tough body granted by the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art.

"How is that possible!?" Old Man Mu exclaimed in surprise.

Mr. Qiu's always effective Purple Peak Internal Qi was actually unable to penetrate Chen Heng's skin?

Was this child made of steel?

Purple Peak Internal Qi was a remarkably powerful type of Internal Qi; even granite would be pierced through by it.

Mr. Qiu's palm trembled slightly; he had used eighty percent of his strength in that last strike.

Let alone injuring him, he hadn't even broken the skin.

The Purple Peak Internal Qi had no effect on that child's body at all?

Moreover, the recoil force transmitted back through the sword almost made him lose his grip on the longsword.

"That's the second move," Chen Heng held up two fingers.

"You have one last chance for a move, and then it's my turn."

Mr. Qiu's hair stood on end; a tremendous sense of crisis enveloped him.

Although the young man in front of him hadn't made a move, he still felt as if a saber was pressed against his neck.

"Hmph..." Mr. Qiu took a deep breath, and his longsword naturally drooped.

"Purple Peak! Cloud Breaker!"

Concentrating all his Internal Qi onto his longsword, Mr. Qiu transformed into a purple arrow and shot forward!

Even Chen Heng had to take this move seriously.

With a loud boom, the sturdy granite arena shattered into pieces.

The rising dust enveloped the two figures on the stage.

"This..." Old Man Mu's mouth twitched; this large granite arena had cost him a fortune to build.

Looking at the broken stones on the ground, Old Man Mu felt his heart bleeding.

"No, Chen Fatty, aren't you worried about your son?"

Old Man Mu, with nowhere to vent, could only roar at Chen Fugui.

"What's the rush? He's my son, not yours."

Although Chen Fugui was also worried, he appeared calm on the surface.

"That's the third move; now it's my turn."

As the dust cleared, Chen Heng held Mr. Qiu's longsword in one hand, and with the other, he held up three fingers.

"How is this possible...?" Mr. Qiu stared blankly at the young man before him.

That was his full-strength attack, yet it still had no effect whatsoever.

Could this young man in front of him be a Tongxuan master?

Impossible!

Mr. Qiu immediately dismissed his conjecture.

How could there be a sixteen-year-old Tongxuan in this world?

Just a sixteen-year-old Huajin was already astonishing enough.

"Second Form, Army Breaker!"

Chen Heng raised his black fiend blade, and a Saber Qi imbued with terrifying killing intent was unleashed.

Mr. Qiu's pupils suddenly constricted, and he flipped back, retreating.

However, he didn't expect the Saber Qi to be as if it had eyes; wherever he ran, the Saber Qi followed.

With no other choice, Mr. Qiu had to raise his sword to block.

With a crisp clang, the longsword in Mr. Qiu's hand exploded, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Deprived of his defensive means, Mr. Qiu could only watch helplessly as the Saber Qi slashed towards him.

"Heh, I'm actually going to die at the hands of a sixteen-year-old child."

"How laughable..."

The imagined pain did not appear, and Mr. Qiu slowly opened his eyes.

A cool breeze blew, and Mr. Qiu felt a chill in his lower body.

Looking down, he found that his clothes had disappeared.

And he was, in fact, exposing himself to the wind.

"Alright, stop embarrassing yourself." Chen Heng put away his black fiend blade.

"Go back and change your clothes quickly."

Mr. Qiu simply couldn't ignite his fighting interest.

Although his strength was decent, he was still too weak.

After this battle, Chen Heng could roughly determine his combat power.

He might not be able to defeat those above Tongxuan, but he could completely crush anyone below Tongxuan.

"I'll find a Tongxuan master to spar with when I have the Opportunity." Chen Heng walked down the arena on his own, picked up the wine cup in front of Chen Fugui, and took a sip.

"You... won't kill me?" Mr. Qiu stood naked on the arena, his gaze burning as he looked at Chen Heng.

"My father told me it's best not to kill anyone today."

Chen Heng stood beside Chen Fugui, turning his head to look at Mr. Qiu on the arena.

"I, Qiu, concede defeat and thank Mr. Chen for the guidance."

"Today, I, Qiu, spoke with much offense; I ask Mr. Chen for a chance, and I, Qiu, will surely visit your home to apologize."

This Mr. Qiu was also quite a character, accepting defeat cleanly and decisively.

After speaking, Mr. Qiu fled the scene like a bird.

"Old Man Mu, how about my son?" Chen Fugui's nostrils were almost pointing skyward as he wagged his chin at Old Man Mu.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I never thought your son, Chen Fatty, would be so formidable."

Old Man Mu smacked his lips, his gaze at Chen Heng filled with desire.

"Chen Fatty, what do you think of my second daughter's appearance?"

"Go away, go away, don't set your sights on my son." Chen Fugui pushed Old Man Mu's large face aside.

"Don't say that, let the children spend more time together, what if they fall for each other?"

Old Man Mu chuckled, continuing to shamelessly press on.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk about this later, let's go eat first!"

Chen Fugui quickly changed the subject.

"Old Liu! Prepare the carriage, and also book a top-class banquet at Feiyun Tower!"

Old Man Mu also knew that this matter couldn't be rushed, so he stopped pestering.

"Feiyun Tower, shall we?"

"Let's go!"