Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint Chapter 362 - 173: Shock (2)

Faced with the overwhelming Sword Tide, Chen Qing’s gaze hardened. He didn’t retreat. Instead, he took a deep breath, and the qi and blood in his body instantly began to boil like lava!

HUMMM!

A low, powerful hum erupted from within his body!

His skin took on a faint bronze luster as his muscles bulged. His bones and sinews humd in unison, emitting the faint roars of a tiger and trumpets of an elephant!

A scorching, tyrannical aura exploded outward with him at its center!

Facing the surging Sword Tide, Chen Qing neither dodged nor evaded. With a shudder of his Cloud-Coiling Spear, he once again executed the relentless Mountain-Breaking Rainbow Piercing, thrusting straight ahead!

But this thrust was infused with the terrifying Power of the Eight Extres Vajra Body. Its might wasn’t just doubled—it was magnified many tis over.

BOOM—!!!

The tip of the spear slamd head-on into the fiercest point of the Sword Tide!

The colossal boom was like a Thunder Shock on a clear day!

The raging tide of blue Sword Qi was forcefully torn apart and pierced through by the incomparably domineering light of the spear!

Chen Lin felt an irresistible force slam into him through the body of his sword. He staggered back, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, taking seven or eight steps in retreat.

Each step left a deep footprint on the hard, black iron-rock ground. Once he regained his balance, he looked up in astonishnt at Chen Qing, who stood before him like a prival beast.

An uproar!

In an instant, an uproar swept through the area surrounding the Martial Arts Arena. Every Haisa Sect disciple stared wide-eyed, watching the scene unfold in utter disbelief!

"What?! Senior Brother Lin was knocked back!"

"That... what kind of Horizontal Training technique is that? His qi and blood are like a pillar, and he sounds like a tiger and an elephant!"

"Such terrifying Power! He broke through Vast Sea Fury with a single thrust!"

"Is this Chen Qing even human? How can the strength of his Flesh Body be so monstrous?!"

...

Cries of shock and discussion spread like a tidal wave.

In the crowd, Zhao Yun’s previously relaxed deanor was gone. She gripped Zhou Yu’s arm tightly and exclaid, "H-how could he... He actually knocked back Senior Brother Lin?! Who in the world is this Chen Qing?!"

"Junior Sister Zhou! You just called him... Junior Brother? Y-you actually know him? What’s his story?!"

But Zhou Yu seed not to hear her.

Her gaze was riveted on the spear-wielding figure standing tall in the arena. Her mind went blank, and all the gasps and discussions around her faded into a dull buzz.

The composure on the faces of Qiao Hongyun and Wu Hui finally vanished, replaced by a solemn gravity.

Wu Hui whispered, "The Eight Extres Vajra Body... It’s actually that peerless technique! And he’s cultivated it to the advanced Tiger Elephant Realm!"

Qiao Hongyun took a deep breath and said slowly, "It seems we all underestimated this chief disciple from the Wutai Sect."

As Chen Lin was sent reeling by Chen Qing’s spear thrust, throwing the entire crowd into an uproar, the commotion outside the Martial Arts Arena did not die down. Instead, it grew even more intense.

「Haisa Sect, in a Quiet Chamber on Lijian Peak.」

Mao Cheng, ranked sixth, had just finished a cycle of the Circulation of Heaven and Earth and was about to rest when the voice of one of his followers, a junior brother, called out from outside.

"Brother Mao! Brother Mao! This is bad! Sothing huge is happening at the Martial Arts Arena!"

Mao Cheng frowned and said in a heavy voice, "What are you panicking about? Co in and talk."

The disciple rushed in, his face full of alarm. "Brother Mao, it’s Senior Brother Lin! He’s at the Martial Arts Arena, fighting a disciple from the Wutai Sect nad Chen Qing! They’ve already battled for over thirty rounds, and it’s still a draw!"

"What!?"

Mao Cheng shot to his feet, disbelief written all over his face. "Chen Lin can’t take down a contemporary from the Wutai Sect? Who is this person?"

"I’m not sure. I only know his na is Chen Qing, he’s the chief disciple of the Wutai Sect’s Cyan Wood Institute, and he looks really young!"

"The chief disciple of the Wutai Sect’s Cyan Wood Institute?"

Mao Cheng’s expression hardened. "Let’s go! We need to see this now!"

He snatched the long saber from his side and shot out of the Quiet Chamber like a gust of wind.

「anwhile, in a pavilion near the Core Disciple area.」

Shao Wenxuan, ranked fourth, was sipping tea and playing a ga of Go with a Steward he was friendly with when one of his trusted disciples hurried over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Shao Wenxuan’s hand, holding a ga piece, froze mid-air. A flash of surprise crossed his face. "Oh? Chen Lin is fighting soone? Thirty rounds without a victor? And against soone from the Wutai Sect?"

The Steward opposite him overheard and stroked his beard. "The Wutai Sect? They have produced a few good seedlings in recent years. To be able to fight Chen Lin to a standstill like this... could it be that Chen Qing, the one who defeated Xiao Bieli?"

A sharp glint flashed in Shao Wenxuan’s eyes as he set down his ga piece. "Defeated Xiao Bieli? It seems the rumors were true. The way I see it, the Wutai Sect Elder brought him here and let him fight... they might be sizing up our Haisa Sect, perhaps even looking to make a scene."

He stood and straightened his robes. "Is this Chen Qing really so capable that even Chen Lin can’t handle him right away? Let’s go! We’ll know once we see for ourselves!"

With that, he too strode purposefully toward the Martial Arts Arena.

The news spread like ripples from a stone tossed into a lake, quickly reaching the entire inner circle of the Haisa Sect.

More and more disciples rushed over after hearing the news. The area around the Martial Arts Arena was soon packed to the brim, a boiling cauldron of noise. The atmosphere was so charged it almost rivaled the Haisa Sect’s annual Grand Competition!

Amidst the surging crowd, the front rows were filled almost exclusively with the Haisa Sect’s elite Core Disciples, each with a profound presence, their sharp gazes fixed on the fight.

"Look! Senior Sister Mo Xia, ranked number two, is here too!" soone exclaid.

A woman in a pale blue dress approached, flanked by a crowd of disciples. Her appearance was plain and unremarkable.

"Senior Sister Mo!"

"Greetings, Senior Sister Mo!"

Several of the top-ten Core Disciples in the vicinity clasped their fists and greeted her, their attitudes deferential.

Mo Xia gave a slight nod, her gaze already fixed on the two combatants locked in fierce battle, her brow lightly furrowed.

The other high-ranking disciples, like Shao Wenxuan and Mao Cheng, imdiately gathered by her side.

"Senior Sister Mo, you ca as well," Shao Wenxuan said in a low voice.