39: Eight days! Undefeated! Still undefeated!

Although he was confident he could remain unharmed, Zhang Yang did not show the slightest negligence; instead, he withdrew all his internal Qi and waited with focused concentration.

After all, one of Zhang Yang's purposes for doing this was to gain some combat experience.

"Boom!"

As soon as Elder Wang finished speaking, two figures collided like arrows released from a bowstring!

In an instant, waves of Qi surged on the Martial Arts Stage, fist winds and leg shadows intertwined into a net, and the sound of clashing metal rang out incessantly.

Cang Lingchuan's tactics were exactly the same as Fu Lei's from yesterday, advancing steadily, intending to push Zhang Yang to his limit with a continuous onslaught to test his true strength.

This was exactly what Zhang Yang wanted.

He deliberately suppressed the abyssal, majestic power within his body, dealing with his opponent using only a similar amount of force.

Amidst the dazzling exchange of offense and defense, he greedily absorbed, analyzed, and refined every bit of combat wisdom and the subtle instincts of life-and-death struggle tempered throughout Cang Lingchuan's two-hundred-year martial arts career.

Every block, every dodge, and every counterattack turned into nourishment for his martial arts experience.

Before long, five minutes had passed.

The number of times their fists and palms clashed and their leg shadows collided was already beyond counting. Every impact triggered a dull explosion, making the air wail.

"Bang!"

It was another unadorned clash of fists. Violent energy exploded, and both figures were thrown back simultaneously, each retreating ten steps and leaving clear footprints on the hard Cyan Steel Stone stage.

Zhang Yang's posture was as upright as ever, his breathing long and steady, as if the storm-like fierce battle just now was merely a gentle breeze; not even a speck of dust had touched his robes.

On the other hand, although Cang Lingchuan had also practiced body-tempering methods, he was already over two hundred years old. His blood and Qi had begun to decline, and his muscles, bones, and skin were no longer at their peak.

At this moment, his chest heaved violently, his breathing was erratic, and sweat was faintly visible on his forehead.

"You are very strong!" Cang Lingchuan steadied himself, his eyes flashing with a sharp light and an irrepressible amazement.

In the fierce fight just now, although he hadn't used his trump card techniques,

those Fist Scriptures and footwork techniques that had reached the Realm of Perfection, combined with two hundred years of seasoned experience, created an onslaught as pervasive as a rising tide, something no ordinary Ninth Spirit Aperture Cultivator could withstand.

What shocked him even more was that he could clearly capture many flaws in the transitions of Zhang Yang's Moves, and he targeted them precisely every time, hoping to deal a heavy blow.

Cang Lingchuan thought he could wound him this way, but when his force—strong enough to split mountains and crack stones—hit Zhang Yang, the latter didn't even sway in the slightest.

On the bronze-colored skin, not even the slightest white mark was left!

Furthermore, after he targeted a flaw once, it was as if it never existed in the next exchange, having been compensated for and corrected with incredible speed!

Zhang Yang's combat experience was increasing at a rapid pace!

"You're not bad either," Zhang Yang praised sincerely, nodding inwardly.

This Cang Lingchuan's two hundred years of martial arts accumulation was definitely not for show.

His seasoned combat experience and quick reflexes were already considered masterful and nearly perfect within the Spirit Aperture Realm.

During these five minutes, Zhang Yang was like a sponge, frantically absorbing Cang Lingchuan's combat experience.

"Alright! It's time for me to get serious!"

Cang Lingchuan shouted, his long saber clanging as it left its sheath. With the blade pointing diagonally, a tragic Aura suddenly arose.

He had come here at someone's request, intending to test Zhang Yang's depth and, if given the chance, wound him severely so he wouldn't be able to participate in the Inner Sect Grand Competition.

Seeing Zhang Yang growing as rapidly as a Prodigy during the fight, he felt wary and decided to use his strongest strike to finish everything at once, forcibly blasting this terrifyingly talented youth off the stage!

"Siss! This Zhang Yang is truly remarkable! To be able to fight Cang Lingchuan to a standstill!"

"Idiot! How is it just a standstill? Didn't you see that Zhang Yang's breathing isn't even slightly disturbed? Just how powerful is Zhang Yang's Physical Body...?" someone cursed.

"It seems Cang Lingchuan is getting serious. Can Zhang Yang withstand nearly two hundred years of martial arts cultivation?"

Exclamations and discussions suddenly erupted below the stage.

"Oh? Please, Senior."

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth curled up slightly. He was also very curious about what kind of power this Cang Lingchuan, who had cultivated bitterly for two hundred years, could unleash.

"Boom!"

Cang Lingchuan's Aura instantly climbed to its peak!

The nine major Spirit Apertures in his body suddenly lit up like nine stars, dazzling and brilliant!

Within his Main Meridians, thick True Essence surged frantically, letting out a roar like a rushing river!

A grim and overbearing Saber Intent that seemed capable of severing everything suddenly descended, merging with the long saber in his hand!

That simple and ancient long saber seemed to be endowed with life; the blade buzzed and vibrated, and a piercing white light flickered, as if it were about to tear space apart!

The True Essence he had cultivated throughout his life was poured into it without reservation. The saber light surged, and a terrifyingly sharp Qi filled the surroundings!

"Watch out! This was created ten years ago by fusing the essence of my lifelong Saber Techniques!"

Cang Lingchuan shouted in a deep voice, sounding like a resonant bell.

Five years ago, he had used this ultimate Move to severely wound and kill a powerful enemy at the second level of the Mysterious Pill realm. Although it was a Low Grade Profound Core, its fierce power was enough to shock the world!

"Oh?" The interest in Zhang Yang's eyes grew even stronger.

A fused and created ultimate Move? He wondered which was stronger compared to his own fused and created Sovereign Extreme Heaven Severing.

"Come!"

Zhang Yang gave a low shout and held his fingers together like a blade. The Sovereign True Essence within him surged, and a majestic and overbearing Aura, as if carrying out punishment on behalf of heaven, suddenly exploded.

It was the first Move of the Sovereign Extreme Heaven Severing: Thunder Universe Void Breaker!

Using his hand as a saber, he met the attack head-on!

"Clang—!!!"

The two Moves collided!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined.

First, there was a deathly stagnation, as if time and space were frozen at this moment.

In the next instant!

A visible circular shockwave violently expanded outward with the two of them as the center!

Wherever it passed, the air was crushed, producing ear-piercing sonic booms!

The Inner Sect Disciples in the front row of the Martial Arts Stage were struck as if by a heavy hammer, screaming as they were sent flying. Those with weaker cultivation even spat out blood and fainted on the spot!

Only then did the terrifying roar, loud enough to tear eardrums, follow!

"Rumble—!!!"

It was as if divine thunder from the nine heavens had exploded by their ears!

In the center of the battle, two completely different yet equally overbearing True Essences frantically strangled, annihilated, and collided with each other!

Forming a destruction Domain ten zhang in diameter!

Within the Domain, the air currents were as chaotic as blades, and space itself was distorted. Any object that dared to enter, whether person or thing, would be instantly torn to dust by that violent and peerless force!

Zhang Yang remained motionless, calmly looking at the cold long saber that had slashed down onto his right arm.

That blade, sharp enough to cut through refined steel and carrying a Saber Intent that could tear everything apart along with Cang Lingchuan's lifelong cultivation, only managed to rip the sleeve of his arm.

His exposed bronze-colored arm was as smooth as before; not even a shallow white mark was left!

His left fist clenched tightly, True Essence condensing on his knuckles. With a peerless power capable of collapsing mountains and splitting seas, he slammed it onto the spine of the saber!

On the other side, Cang Lingchuan felt as if his strike had landed on an ancient rock forged from divine gold and immortal iron!

His strongest Move, which had been invincible in the past, now sent back a counter-shock force that threatened to split his arm!

The blade vibrated violently but could no longer advance an inch!

He pushed his True Essence with all his might, and the saber light blazed, but it was ultimately in vain. It only left torn fabric on the opponent's arm, failing to even scratch the surface of his skin!

"Is this... a truly peerless Prodigy?"

"My strongest strike, containing one layer of my Saber Intent!"

"The ultimate Move created by fusing my lifelong martial arts... cannot even damage a single bit of his skin?"

Cang Lingchuan's mind was shaken violently, as if struck by ten thousand lightning bolts. An indescribable despair instantly seized his aging heart.