Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing

After a few seconds of silence, an uproar erupted beneath the arena. Lin Weizhuo was defeated once more and slowly climbed to his feet, his gaze momentarily dazed. After only two seconds, his eyes regained their firmness.

”I will come again tomorrow,” Lin Weizhuo said coldly as he looked at Lin Zheyu in the arena, then turned and left without another word.

Watching the other party’s departing figure, Lin Zheyu shook his head slightly.

He was too weak, but he still dared to challenge Lin Zheyu.

It was no wonder Li Mengxi had once said that his elder sister Li Mengqi had nearly achieved a hundred consecutive victories. With Li Mengqi’s strength, if the participating martial artists were all this weak, it really would have been possible.

”Does no one else dare to come up?” Lin Zheyu swept his gaze around, releasing his domineering momentum as he asked with a look of condescension.

”I will fight you.”

As the words fell, a heavily muscled man around two point three meters tall leapt onto the arena. He wielded a massive spiked club, his appearance utterly savage.

”Even Wild Man Luo has come. Now this is going to be interesting.”

”Are you courting death, calling him a wild man? If he hears you, you will suffer for it.”

Wild Man Luo was originally named Luo Manghan. Because of his towering and burly build, his wild appearance, and his fondness for wielding a massive spiked club to overpower others with brute force, he was mockingly called Wild Man Luo.

”Isn’t that what everyone calls him?” the man muttered softly. He glanced timidly at the burly man and only relaxed when he saw that the other party was not paying attention to him.

”Hurry and place your bets. Wild Man Luo is on the stage now. That martial artist named Zhao Hao is definitely going to lose. Wild Man Luo is incredibly strong and has trained a body of bronze skin and iron bones. Zhao Hao probably cannot even break his defense.”

Taking advantage of the pause before the battle began, the martial artists beneath the arena all rushed over to place their bets. The person in charge of registration followed Lin Zheyu’s instructions and placed a wager of 3,000 taels of silver for him.

”You are not bad. Being able to defeat Lin Weizhuo means you have some skill. I will not bully you either. You just finished two battles, so you can rest a bit more and start once you have recovered to your peak,” Wild Man Luo said with a grin.

He casually set the spiked club down on the ground, and a loud boom rang out. A crack immediately appeared in the extremely hard bluestone slab beneath it. Bluestone was a special type of rock whose hardness rivaled refined iron. This alone showed just how terrifying the weight of Luo Mang’s spiked club was.

”No need. Let us start now.” After seeing the referee signal that the match could begin, Lin Zheyu spoke calmly.

The man before him gave him a much stronger impression than Lin Weizhuo had earlier, but that was all. After advancing to the Dragon Transformation, his physique had undergone another transformation. In terms of pure physical strength alone, Wild Man Luo might not be stronger than him.

”Straightforward. Make your move, then. If I strike first, you will not even have a chance to act,” Wild Man Luo said with overwhelming confidence. His right hand gripped the massive spiked club, moving it casually and stirring up gusts of wind.

”Alright.” Lin Zheyu smiled faintly.

As his words fell, his figure vanished in an instant, transforming into a ghostly shadow that shot toward Wild Man Luo.

Whoosh.

Seeing this, Wild Man Luo still wore a smile. He casually swung his right hand, as if predicting the move, and smashed the spiked club down along the path Lin Zheyu had to take. Lin Zheyu abruptly halted and changed direction in an instant. His right leg lashed out, cracking through the air with a sharp snap. Luo Mang tilted his head slightly and shot out his left hand to grab Lin Zheyu’s right leg. Lin Zheyu suddenly exerted force at his waist, twisting his body sharply in midair to evade the grasp.

In a very short span of time, the two exchanged five or six moves in succession. Wild Man Luo looked extremely wild, and his massive frame gave the impression of poor agility, and this was indeed the case. His speed was not fast. However, his combat experience was astonishing. His terrifying battle instinct allowed him to instantly see through Lin Zheyu’s moves and respond first through powerful prediction.

Bang, bang, bang!

The two figures collided rapidly in the arena. The confident smile on Luo Mang’s face vanished, replaced by a serious expression. His proud predictive attacks had no effect at all against the man before him. The other party’s lightness and movement techniques were unbelievably powerful, allowing him to perform all kinds of astonishing evasive maneuvers.

Interesting. What kind of true intent is this? No, it is not the effect of true intent. This feels more like the martial cultivation true intent of the War God Sect. His ability to respond as if foreseeing the future relies purely on strong martial intuition and rich combat experience.

Even in the midst of battle, Lin Zheyu still had the spare capacity to think.

Although Wild Man Luo was powerful, he was not powerful enough to warrant serious treatment. Lin Zheyu simply found the other party’s seemingly precognitive fighting style very interesting and planned to exchange more blows to increase his own combat experience. Along his journey, he had not accumulated much real battle experience, especially against different martial cultivation powerhouses.

”Lord Yang, Luo Manghan is a disciple of the War God Sect. You set Zhao Hao’s odds at one to zero point five. Do you believe Zhao Hao can win this battle?” the person in charge of the betting tables asked curiously.

Watching the battle in the arena, he saw how fierce the exchange was. Luo Manghan seemed almost prophetic. Facing Zhao Hao’s astonishing speed, he showed no fear at all and always attacked the spot where the opponent was about to appear. Zhao Hao was even more bizarre. His lightness and movement techniques were far too astonishing, often allowing him to evade Luo Manghan’s attacks with tricky and uncanny postures.

”The odds are still set too high. Zhao Hao’s strength is formidable. As long as the true disciples of the sects and the geniuses nurtured by esteemed families do not step in, he can remain undefeated by relying on that lightness technique alone,” the old man surnamed Yang said leisurely.

He took a sip of wine and ate the fruit fed to him by a maid, and then continued. ”Keep the odds at this level from now on. Do not lower them further. Give that little fellow a bit of sweetness.”

”Yes, my lord,” the man replied, utterly astonished. He had not expected Lord Yang to hold Zhao Hao in such high regard, to the extent of comparing him to sect true disciples and genius heirs of esteemed families.

I have never seen this lightness technique and movement art before. It seems to carry traces of the Ten Thousand Troop Blood Fiend True Technique. Not only that, it appears to have incorporated other lightness and movement techniques as well. Such astonishing comprehension.

Although Lin Zheyu’s lightness and movement techniques had reached a state of consummate mastery, a faint trace of disharmony could still be detected. This was not an execution flaw, but rather the differing styles of multiple techniques. Even after being fused into a single art, the distinct characteristics of several techniques could still be seen.

From this subtle clue, the old man surnamed Yang inferred that Lin Zheyu’s movement art was not a single powerful lightness technique, but rather one refined through the fusion of multiple movement techniques. This made him even more certain that Lin Zheyu did not come from a major power. To cultivate several lightness and movement techniques to such a level required staggering amounts of time and vitality. Martial artists from great factions would never waste such resources on these kinds of techniques.

No, a piece of unpolished jade like this cannot be handed over to that foolish ox. Is it not merely a technique centered on Dominance true intent? Our Wuji Sect has such arts, and even if we did not, we could create them.

The longer he watched, the more satisfied the old man became with Lin Zheyu. With his vast martial cultivation experience, he could clearly see how effortlessly Lin Zheyu fought. His strength was evidently far above that of Luo Manghan.

”Hm, the kid has finally had enough fun and intends to end the fight.” The old man surnamed Yang beckoned to a man nearby. ”Go investigate Zhao Hao’s background. Also, call Baizhong over.”

”Yes, my lord.”

***

”Hmph, you only dare rely on your lightness technique to harass me. Do you dare fight me head-on?” Wild Man Luo snorted coldly, feeling increasingly frustrated.

Although he was not skilled in lightness and movement techniques, his rich combat experience and cultivated battle instincts allowed him to easily defeat opponents who specialized in such arts. By standing his ground and responding to change with constancy, he could predict and counter their attacks with ease. However, the man before him was different from other martial artists who relied on movement techniques. His lightness and movement techniques were simply too terrifying.

”As you wish,” Lin Zheyu said calmly. His fighting style abruptly changed as a Dominance fist momentum surged from his body. Thunderous wind then roared from within his chest.

”Heh. With a head-on collision, I fear no one.” Luo Manghan grinned when he saw the other party actually comply.

Blood qi surged violently through his body as steel cable-like muscles swelled rapidly. Meridians and blood vessels bulged, coiling around him like giant serpents. In addition to cultivating the War God Sect’s Divine Battle True Technique, Luo Manghan had also practiced body refining techniques. Relying on his formidable physique, his fighting style was broad, direct, and overwhelmingly wild.

Rumbling thunder echoed. A fist clad in a tungsten gold glove tore through the air, shimmering with golden light under the sun. Wherever the punch went, thunderous booms erupted.

A resounding clang rang out. The fist and the spiked club collided, producing an ear-splitting roar. Invisible shockwaves rippled outward like ocean waves from the point of impact. Spectating martial artists below the Marrow Refining realm almost all turned pale and hurriedly covered their ears.

”What the fuck?”

The instant the spiked club collided with the opponent’s fist, the confident expression on Wild Man Luo’s face changed drastically. A terrifying force crushed toward him head-on. The power was unbelievably strong, smashing through his physical defense like rotten wood. The hand gripping the massive club split open under the impact, and faint cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out. Luo Mang knew that the bones in his wrist had been injured.

Heavy impacts rang out one after another. He retreated rapidly, blood qi rushing into his legs. Each step shattered the bluestone beneath his feet, splitting it with multiple cracks. Even so, he was still unable to halt his backward momentum and was sent tumbling out of the arena. The entire venue fell into deathlike silence.