“Right, right, curse me without the balls to do so!” Zhou Heng laughed as he clapped his hands, looking at Chen Song, “Didn’t expect you, the one without balls, to actually have some self-awareness, huh?”

This Chen Song seemed like a dimwit, how could he fall for such a simple and low-level trick? How has he made it this far?

“Zhou Heng! You’re back!”

Yu He exclaimed excitedly.

The other apprentices at Longxing Martial Arts Hall were also filled with excitement.

The trainers, who had previously looked ashen, now had their faces lit up with< renewed glow.

Lin Cang took a deep breath, finally allowing himself to stop the forced support and chose a less painful position to lie down in.

Without realizing it, they had all come to see Zhou Heng as their mainstay.

In this era where the martial path reigned supreme,

strength was everything.

The spectators on the opposite street who had been enjoying the show also suddenly perked up, their faces flushing with excitement.

They had been watching Chen Song overpower his opponents one-sidedly and felt nothing but frustration.

Now Zhou Heng had actually returned!

It was a explosively dramatic twist!

“Fight! Fight!”

“Beat Chen Song, the son of a turtle, to death. He’s too arrogant, can’t stand him!”

“Ah! Zhou Heng is so cool!”

“Kill that Chen Song!”

At this moment, the people from Longxing Martial Arts Hall across the street seemed to have become residents of Zaun, spewing out all kinds of flowery language.

“You!? Despicable!” Chen Song’s face had turned the color of pig liver, and he shivered all over, his hands trembling as he held the long saber, gritting his teeth and saying:

“So you’re Zhou Heng. It seems you really were hiding, all that crap about going out of town was a lie. Are you coming out now to seek death?”

“Seek death? More or less.” Zhou Heng smiled, then his expression turned cold, and he clapped his hands, saying, “Come on, everyone, strike up the music, bring the thing up!”

No sooner had he spoken—

the sound of suona music filled the air.

This was a funeral tune.

Soon after, four burly men emerged from a nearby alley. They were dressed in black and white garments, tall and strong, with dark skin, carrying a large coffin on their shoulders.

Clang!

Accompanied by the music reserved for funerals, these four men, who looked nearly like black people, placed the coffin they were carrying down in front of Chen Song.

See that?” Zhou Heng pointed at the coffin and laughed, “This is for you. It’s more or less like coming to your death.”

At this point, both the people from Longxing Martial Arts Hall and the

spectators on the street were stunned. Their eyes widened in disbelief at Zhou Heng and the large coffin.

What the heck!?

Can you actually do this?

But isn’t this a bit too arrogant?!

Chen Song’s strength was not weak at all, was Zhou Heng really so confident?

However, this act of delivering a coffin in the middle of the street –

Truly shocking!

“Zhou Heng, do you really want to die that badly?” Chen Song was so furious that veins bulged on his forehead, feeling like a volcano ready to erupt inside him, he gripped the handle of his saber so tightly that the blade was already partly unsheathed.

“Draw your saber.” Zhou Heng beckoned to Chen Song with a crook of his finger, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up with a faint smile, “Don’t choke yourself in frustration.”

Ahhhh!! ‘ Chen Song, as if he were about to explode with rage, roared and the blade of his saber flashed out of its sheath like a bolt of lightning.

Clang!

The saber trembled with a resonant sound!

This was the sound made by the saber vibrating as Chen Song executed his move while channeling his robust inner qi, enhancing the cutting power of the blade!

Chen Song’s strength was not weak; among the Eighth Rank on the martial path, he could definitely be considered a standout. His saber technique was extremely exquisite, and with each move, he aimed straight for Zhou Heng’s vital points.

His agility was also very masterful, it was evident that at the very least, he had achieved perfection in Ninth-Grade Lightweight Kung Fu and also possessed not-insignificant Eighth-Grade Lightweight Kung Fu, giving him extremely fast speed.

Almost in the instant he drew his saber, Chen Song had already reached Zhou Heng’s side.

Such an attack, swift as thunder, far surpassed any move he had made that day, and many apprentices and ordinary folks couldn’t even catch a glimpse of his ’ movement trajectory or the way he deployed his saber.

All they could perceive was a blink of an eye, and Chen Song’s saber had already chopped toward Zhou Heng.

So strong!

Really so strong!!

This immediately sent a jolt through the people of Longxing Martial Arts Hall, as at this moment they fully realized that Chen Song’s strength was absolutely formidable!

Just this one saber strike alone could crush the majority of the Eighth-Rank martial artists in Huangtong Mansion City.

Fast!

Accurate!

Ruthless!

These three words sound simple, but to achieve them is unspeakably difficult.

Yet, Chen Song’s attack, which seemed to be unleashed in a fury, accomplished these three points.

Zhou Heng, do you really think I would lose my rationality because of your provocation?” Chen Song’s face broke into a smug smile as he taunted, “You’re too naive. It was just a show for you! You fell for it! Take my strike!!”

Zhou Heng, however, remained unflustered and composed, and with incredible swiftness, he drew his waist knife, placing it horizontally in front of himself, blocking Chen Song’s strike.

Cling!

The sound of metal clashing reverberated as the two blades collided.

Chen Song’s strike was extremely bizarre, making Zhou Heng feel as though the waist knife in his palm was vibrating incessantly, nearly slipping from his hand, and it contained a tremendous impact force. Just this block forced him to take a step back to dissipate the strength.

Chen Song had originally thought that as an Eighth-Rank martial artist with profound inner qi and a saber technique undoubtedly more refined than Zhou Heng’s, the other party would definitely find it difficult to withstand his strike.

However, the instant the blades met, he felt a surge of immense power transmit from Zhou Heng’s blade, causing his inner qi to slightly dissipate, pain shooting through the base of his thumb, retreating three steps in succession in order to offset this enormous, almost terrifying force.

It made him feel as though what his saber had struck was not Zhou Heng’s blade, but rather a mountain peak bursting forth into the sky!

That power was too great!

And it wasn t inner qi or strength; it was clearly pure power!

Damn it!

This Zhou Heng actually also possessed Innate Divine Strength!

Chen Song’s gaze toward Zhou Heng instantly became extremely grave.

Zhou Heng’s brow also furrowed slightly.

This Chen Song was no slouch, and even more difficult to deal with than Kong Chengshun, who was ranked on the Human List.

Because he lacked the Broken Sword Style.

Kong Chengshun used a sword, and when unarmed, he relied mainly on inner qi, allowing Zhou Heng to overpoweringly clinch victory with the Six Routes Folding Plum Hand, incorporating elements of both Broken Sword Style and Broken Qi Style.

But Chen Song wielded a saber, and now Zhou Heng also had a saber in hand.

And when it came to saber technique, Zhou Heng actually didn’t even know a single Eighth-Rank saber technique.

The reason Zhou Heng had confidence in using a saber to respond just now was due to the foundational attributes of “Agility” and “Huge Strength” enhancing him.

But if he continued using a saber, Zhou Heng was certain this battle would become extraordinarily difficult.

He would just have to be a bit more shameless…

Clang!

Suddenly, Zhou Heng threw the waist knife he held onto the ground.

Chen Song was immediately stunned, blurting out in astonishment, “Are you admitting defeat?”

Yu He, Lin Cang, and others, as well as those people across the street were all dumbfounded. What was this situation?

“The one who should admit defeat is you.” Zhou Heng said with a smile as he took out the gloves that he had previously commissioned a military blacksmith to forge and put them on, flexing his fingers, “Let’s continue.”

If cultivation is lacking, make up for it with equipment!

Saber-grade gloves, paired with the Seventh-Rank martial arts ‘Six Routes Folding Plum Hand’!!

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