Chapter 22 - Killing Move Great Success Defeat Xiao Qingfeng!

In no time, Ling Feng returned to the Bamboo House at Little Bamboo Peak.

With the aid of the Moon Spirit Flower suppressing Duanmu Qingshan’s Sword Qi in his Dantian, along with Ling Feng’s Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique and a night’s effort, his illness was finally stabilized.

Ling Feng hadn’t expected the Sword Qi from the former Sect Leader of the Asking Immortal Sect to be so terrifying, leading to his repeated miscalculations.

This wasn’t to say Ling Feng’s medical skills were lacking, simply that he had not encountered such a level before and did not understand the variations involved.

Thus, it goes without saying that for a Daoist Doctor wanting to heal and save people, medical skills alone are far from sufficient.

After assisting Duanmu Qingshan back to his room to rest, Ling Feng finally managed to have some free time.

He returned to his own room, activated his Human Dao Eye, and continued his cultivation.

After advancing to the Qi Condensation Fourth Level, the time to condense the First Divine Pattern with the Human Dao Eye improved by about three breaths, from the original thirty breaths to thirty-three breaths.

Though a mere three breaths, these equated to the effect of three days of hard cultivation without activating the Human Dao Eye.

A night passed quickly.

As usual, after collecting Stone Marrow Flower Dew for Duanmu Qingshan, Ling Feng proceeded to the back mountain to train in Martial Techniques.

Shattering Star Sword Technique, fifty times!

Rapid Light Step, fifty times!

The first eight styles of the Nine-layered Sea Suppressing Fist, fifty times!

Having completed all these, Ling Feng then began to comprehend the fragmented score of the ninth style of the Nine-layered Sea Suppressing Fist.

The ninth style of the Nine-layered Sea Suppressing Fist was called Jiao Long Zhen Canghai.

On the first day, Ling Feng grasped three percent of its essence but was not eager to cultivate it.

By the third day, Ling Feng had mastered ten percent of its essence and began practicing with his sword.

On the seventh day, which was today!

Ling Feng sat cross-legged atop a cliff, suddenly opening his eyes.

“Jiao Long Zhen Canghai!”

Ling Feng roared lowly, his body leaping up like a ferocious tiger, fists swirling, Qi moving all around.

In the blink of an eye, centered on himself and with a twisting turn of his legs, his whole body soared like a dragon, his terrifying Qi Force bursting out.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Gang Qi whipped up, creating streaks of green Fist Edges, each about seven inches long, slashing through the void like crescent moons, shooting out with such speed that they reached a hundred steps away in the blink of an eye!

Bang, bang, bang!

The Fist Force smashed into the hard rocks, with seven or eight Fist Edges concentrating at a point, repeatedly striking, causing rock fragments to splinter.

As the Fist Edges dissipated, they left eight crevices, each more than seven inches deep, resembling beast claws in their ferocious impact.

One must know that Ling Feng was only at Qi Condensation Fourth Level, yet with one punch from over a hundred steps away, he exhibited such power; it could almost be called heaven-defying.

“I’ve finally achieved Great Success!”

Ling Feng exhaled sharply, feeling somewhat weak.

It seemed that executing a Killing Move like “Jiao Long Zhen Canghai” with his current True Qi Cultivation, he could perform it only two or three times before completely depleting his True Qi.

With only two days left before his ten-day challenge against the “Inner Sect Genius!”

Ling Feng stood upright, his gaze fixed on the sea of clouds ahead, a surge of heroic spirit spontaneously emerging from his heart.

With the Emperor’s Eye, he had become a Martial Arts prodigy.

He couldn’t waste such a gift, intending not only to become a mighty figure but also to reclaim his grandfather’s Medical Scripture and restore the dignity of the Medical Saint Ling Hanyang lineage!

Two days later, at the Life and Death Platform.

This was the place where Ling Feng and Xiao Qingfeng were to duel on the Life and Death Platform.

Ling Feng and Xiao Qingfeng had not yet arrived, but many Inner Sect disciples had already gathered around, and even some stewards and attendants had taken time out of their busy schedules to come and watch.

Xiao Qingfeng needed no introduction, having been the center of attention and a genius among geniuses since he joined the Inner Sect!

As for Ling Feng, he seemed no simple character either, having stayed in the Inner Sect for such a long time after joining the Little Bamboo Peak lineage was a record-breaking feat.

Finally, from the direction of Little Bamboo Peak, a lone figure slowly walked forth, a long sword hanging from his waist—it was Ling Feng.

Aside from the night he had harvested the Moon Spirit Flower, he had not stepped foot off Little Bamboo Peak for ten days.

“There’s Ling Feng!”

“Hmph, this guy hasn’t shown his face in ten days, he must have been hiding away studying the fist manual, this naive fellow, to think he can defeat Brother Xiao!”

“I don’t see him standing a chance, what kind of person is Brother Xiao compared to him! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Just trash thrown to Little Bamboo Peak.”

The disciples were buzzing with discussion.

Finally, amid the anticipatory gazes of the crowd, Xiao Qingfeng appeared, aloof and arrogant, the showstopper.

His aura, like a divine weapon unsheathed, was sharp and imposing.

As if a breeze had swept through, the lofty and proud figure of Xiao Qingfeng descended from the sky!

This display, this momentum, completely crushed Ling Feng in every regard!

“It’s Brother Xiao!”

“Wow, Brother Xiao is really so handsome!”

“This is a duel without suspense, Brother Xiao is sure to win!”

Ignoring the idle chatter around him, Ling Feng took a step forward, his gaze only on Xiao Qingfeng, “You’ve arrived!”

“You actually dared to come.” Xiao Qingfeng’s lips curled in a cold sneer, “It seems you’re really itching to die by my sword.”

“Less talk, let’s get started!” Ling Feng said with a calm and composed face.

“Boasting shamelessly, make your move first, otherwise you’ll stand no chance!” A flicker of anger flashed through Xiao Qingfeng’s eyes.

An ordinary Ling Feng, how dare he speak to him in such a manner?

“Alright, those were your own words.” Ling Feng responded with a light smile and stepped forward with the Rapid Light Step, closing in around Xiao Qingfeng.

“Take my punch!”

True Qi surged within Ling Feng’s body.

His legs crisscrossed and he stamped on the ground, soaring up like a rising dragon!

“This is… the opening movement of the Jiao Long Zhen Canghai!”

Xiao Qingfeng’s expression slightly changed; he had once borrowed the Fist Manual for the Nine-layered Sea Suppressing Fist and hadn’t mastered it even after a month.

He had recently gained a new understanding and thus wanted to borrow it again.

Yet Ling Feng, in just ten short days, had actually grasped this fist manual?

But even if he had understood it, what then?

This Ling Feng was merely at the Qi Condensation Fourth Level, how much power could he possibly activate from this fist technique?

However, in the next instant, Xiao Qingfeng realized how terribly wrong he was.

True Qi surged around Ling Feng, waves of blue Fist Gang bursting forth, the violent power startling even Xiao Qingfeng.

“Impossible!

Great Success, his killing move, reached Great Success!”

Xiao Qingfeng’s heart trembled, and he quickly retreated, but alas, he had already missed the best chance to evade.

The Fist Force had already descended, suppressing like a dragon, even the seas had to be horizontally cut off, Xiao Qingfeng, although his True Qi cultivation was superior to Ling Feng’s, could not easily dodge.

“Clang!”

The long sword was unsheathed as Xiao Qingfeng drew the Three-foot Green Blade Sword from behind, a sword swing fiercely cutting through Ling Feng’s Fist Gang, sending him reeling back several steps.

For a moment, Xiao Qingfeng’s complexion turned utterly dark like the bottom of a pan.