System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 118 - 92: Source of Calamity
When did he arrive?
Du Hanyan looked at Chu Qing in disbelief.
Back at Qingxi Village, she already sensed that this Third Young Master was different from the others.
Although he didn’t make many moves against the young blacksmith holding the Chaotic God Saber,
When he did strike, victory was assured.
It was hard for Du Hanyan not to see him in a different light.
When he appeared tonight, it was even more mysterious and elusive.
Not only did she not notice, but Dong Xingzhi’s hand also trembled slightly with his appearance, clearly showing he didn’t realize when Chu Qing arrived either.
"It’s you!"
Dong Xingzhi’s voice was low, and a suppressed laugh followed:
"Good, good, good, Du Hanyan is nothing, but you, a young martial world upstart with your head held high in arrogance, is even more annoying."
As he spoke, he suddenly struck Du Hanyan’s acupoints, tossing her aside.
Disciples of Mist Rain Tower quickly caught Du Hanyan, trying to unseal her acupoints, but realized that Dong Xingzhi’s acupoint manipulation was extremely unique, making it difficult to resolve at the moment.
After leaving a line saying, ’Wait by the side, I’ll deal with this kid, then come for you all,’ he tapped his foot and his form rose into the air.
As he moved through the air, his form constantly changed.
When he got close, he appeared on Chu Qing’s left side.
He extended his hand and delivered a palm strike, stirring the air around him.
Whether becoming invisible, pushing and boosting waves, or chaotically disorderly,
although the changes in palm momentum were simple, the method of exerting force was extremely ingenious.
"Be careful, Third Young Master!!"
Seeing this, Du Hanyan couldn’t help but shout a warning.
However, the next moment, a flash of sword light flickered in the silent night.
The two figures separated simultaneously, one moving to the left side of the long street, the other to the right.
Chu Qing held a single saber, slowly passing the blade over his head, seeming to gather saber momentum.
Wisps of cold emanated from the blade, forming clusters of ice crystals.
Yet, the frost stained with blood, making the blade look like a branch of red plums.
Du Hanyan’s heart jolted, looking back at Dong Xingzhi.
She saw indeed a blood mark on his shoulder, with fresh blood dripping continuously down his fingers.
In one move, he was already injured!
"What an amazing saber technique!"
Du Hanyan and the others were shocked.
They had fought against Dong Xingzhi themselves and were well aware of his martial arts skills.
The Dong Xingzhi at Qingxi Village was not enough to face Du Hanyan, but the Dong Xingzhi now could defeat Du Hanyan in one move.
Even the Smoke Lock Array was ineffective against him.
Yet, this Dong Xingzhi couldn’t withstand a single strike from Chu Qing.
"Still underestimated him."
Du Hanyan wore a bitter smile, realizing that each time she elevated her image of Chu Qing in her heart, it was still not high enough.
Chu Qing always surpassed her expectations.
Dong Xingzhi looked at his shoulder’s injury, his expression fluctuating unreadably.
"Impossible... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
"How is it possible? The martial arts I practiced...extremely profound, the first-class divine skill in the world.
"It transformed me completely in a very short time.
"How could I not even block one of his strikes?"
His mind was filled with turmoil, unwilling to believe it.
But as he looked at Chu Qing again, the confidence the Nine Profound Divine Skill gave him suddenly vanished.
He was never a brave person.
The most audacious thing he ever did was to steal the ’Nine Profound Divine Skill’ using Dong Yubai’s body.
These past few days were the most exhilarating days of his life, his inner power transforming overnight, completely changing him.
The dream of dominating the martial world, invincible under the heavens...perhaps no longer just a dream.
But now, Chu Qing’s strike shattered that dream.
Chu Qing calmly withdrew his stance, his single saber pointing slightly toward the ground as he walked toward him step by step.
The long street was silent, and the sound of the footsteps was distinct, each step seemed to step on Dong Xingzhi’s heart.
Crushing all his courage underfoot, fear welled up uncontrollably.
No!
He must not let him get close, or he will die!!
The moment he realized this thought, his feet couldn’t help but retreat abruptly a step away.
Then he looked up, seeing Chu Qing’s form suddenly leaping forward.
In a single leap, he was already right in front of him.
"No good, run!!"
Dong Xingzhi had no intention of fighting to the death with Chu Qing.
He possessed the Nine Profound Divine Skill, and his life was destined never to be inferior to others.
His defeat now was merely because his martial arts had not yet reached great success. Once his divine skill reached great success, this Third Young Master in front of him would be nothing more than a ridiculous creature, not worth fearing.
The future self was surely destined to stand above all others.
How could he die here?
With this thought, he turned to flee.
Forgetting...in a duel, fear is most feared, facing an enemy head-on, turning away is most feared.
At this moment, he committed both taboos.
And opposite him wasn’t some inexperienced young martial world figure, but rather an assassin who killed without hesitation.
That turn sealed his fate.
The fierce and dazzling saber light paraded in the night wind, cold blood soared high, splattering across the long street.
A wound from his left waist to his right shoulder spanned across Dong Xingzhi’s upper body.
Seemingly icy inner strength followed the blade inside, traversing his Eight Extraordinary Meridians in the blink of an eye.
His body momentarily stiffened before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
He wanted to get up, but an immense force came from his back again, being crushed under Chu Qing’s foot.
"No... it can’t be..."
Dong Xingzhi continued to struggle, but Chu Qing’s foot seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.
