Chapter 17 You're the one who's dead, that's what satisfies me most.



In the Hall of Righteous Gathering at Tianwang Village, Liu Tianwang's eyes turned icy cold upon noticing the giant iron cudgel in Lin Ce's hand.

They were all brothers in the village, and he knew very well how much Li Tianwang cherished his iron rod.

It's no exaggeration to say that as long as the baton is there, the person will live; if the baton is gone, the person will die.

Now that the weapon has fallen into the hands of others, Li Tianwang's fate is predictable.

"Buzz~"

With a flick of his wrist, Liu Tianwang sent the wine cup flying toward Lin Ce.

The cup floated steadily in the air, without spilling a single drop of the wine inside.

Such a method is impossible for a ninth-rank martial artist who relies solely on external force.

This is internal strength.

Liu Tianwang was indeed an eighth-rank martial artist.

Lin Ce's expression was stern. He gripped the massive iron rod tightly with both hands and struck the flying cup with all his might.

He knew very well that no amount of seriousness was too much when facing an eighth-rank martial artist with internal strength.

However, this attempt ultimately failed.

The cup suddenly shifted sideways, directly avoiding the swinging iron giant club, and then accelerated sharply, slamming into Lin Ce's chest.

This is still an application of internal strength, concealing a stream of internal strength within an external object, which can continue to exert its effect after leaving the body.

"Bang!"

The cup shattered completely, turning into dust.

The powerful force applied to Lin Ce, causing him a burning pain.

But in the end, it wasn't a serious problem.

The fourth level (mastery) of "Mountain-Breaking Fist" combined with the second level (perfection) of "Azure Rock Robe" makes his defense strong enough to prevent injury.

Liu Tianwang's eyes flashed, and he pounced forward, striking with a palm.

An ordinary palm strike caused Lin Ce to furrow his brow and his heart to skip a beat.

This palm strike clearly contained a force known as "internal strength".

Using external force against internal force is unwise, but at this moment, Lin Ce did not give an inch. His giant iron cudgel swept out in an arc, creating a great gust of wind.

He held nothing back; the major tendons in his body trembled violently, unleashing a force several times greater than before.

This is the best he can deliver right now.

Liu Tianwang's expression was solemn, clearly indicating that he had also discerned the terrifying power contained within this attack.

However, proud of his eighth-rank cultivation level, he was unwilling to yield.

How dare this kid, who hasn't even mastered "internal strength," take the initiative to attack his mountain stronghold?

He needs to understand why "internal strength" is grade eight, while "external strength" can only be grade nine.

The palm, as large as a fan, created a gust of wind and instantly reached above the giant iron rod, then pressed down heavily.

In an instant, Lin Ce felt a dark force surging from the giant iron rod, like a ferocious beast devouring his body.

Internal energy can directly attack a martial artist's internal organs from the outside in. No matter how strong a ninth-rank martial artist's body is, he can never truly train his internal organs. Under such an attack, he is basically defenseless.

The fragile internal organs were attacked by powerful internal energy, and the result was predictable.

This is why a ninth-rank martial artist can never defeat an eighth-rank martial artist.

"Ha~"

At this moment, Lin Ce had no intention of backing down.

The tremors of the large tendons inside his body became more and more intense, yet the massive iron rod continued to thrust forward with all its might.

"Well……"

Liu Tianwang let out a muffled groan.

Although he channeled his inner energy into the giant iron rod with a palm strike, he still couldn't stop its momentum. The rod broke his arm and then struck his chest and abdomen.

In his haste, he only had time to desperately channel his internal energy and concentrate it at the point where the opponent's massive iron rod would strike, in order to defend himself.

"Bang!"

The heavy blow from the giant iron rod felt like it had landed on a soft cushion, its force greatly reduced, but the remaining impact still managed to break Liu Tianwang's sternum.

Liu Tianwang was knocked backward by the blow.

Lin Ce did not press his advantage.

The internal force that the opponent had previously unleashed had now penetrated his body.

Among these, "Qingyanyi" gave him a pleasant surprise.

I thought this martial art could only defend against superficial attacks, but I didn't expect it to also offer some protection against internal force attacks.

The internal energy was transmitted through the giant iron rod and then entered his body through his palm. However, its power was reduced by one-third by the "Azure Rock Robe".

This is only the second level (perfect) of "Qingyan Robe". If you practice to a higher level, wouldn't the protection against internal energy be even stronger?

This is certainly not the time to think about that.

The remaining two-thirds of the powerful internal energy surged into his body, about to wreak havoc everywhere.

But the major tendons in his body suddenly vibrated, like a bowstring being pulled taut and snapping, and explosive power was generated within him once again.

The tendons, like a large bow, suddenly generated explosive power, directly colliding with the internal energy that had invaded the body.

Upon impact, both forces exploded violently.

Only countless fragments of energy remained, scattering wildly in all directions. For someone with such a powerful physique, this was nothing.

"Phew~"

Letting out a long breath, Lin Ce, carrying the massive iron cudgel, continued to stride forward.

"You...you're alright?"

The heavily injured Liu Tianwang looked at Lin Ce, who was in perfect condition, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

How could an eighth-rank martial artist fall into such a predicament in a fight against a ninth-rank martial artist?

He endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and circulated his internal energy while speaking with difficulty:

"What grudge do you hold against me? Please tell me, and I, Liu, will offer appropriate compensation to satisfy you."

"compensate?"

Lin Ce chuckled, "No need. I'll take it after I kill you. You're the one who's dead, and that'll satisfy me the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and slammed the massive iron club down on the other man's head.

"Bang!"

Liu Tianwang, who had been waiting for this moment, struck the ground with both palms.

The floor shattered, and a large amount of broken bluestone infused with internal energy shot towards Lin Ce.

Liu Tianwang certainly didn't expect this attack to hurt Lin Ce. With a clap of his hands, his body flew backward and crashed into the wall behind him.

With a powerful impact from his back, imbued with internal energy, the wall shattered like tofu, and his imposing body soared outwards like a kite.

Only after acquiring internal strength can a martial artist's lightness skill become even more agile.

Lin Ce didn't care about any of that.

He suddenly pushed off the ground, his body flying out like a boulder, even faster than his opponent.

"Bang!"

While still in mid-air, the giant iron rod crashed down, and the lifeless Liu Tianwang fell to the ground like a broken dried salted fish.

After rushing forward a distance, Lin Ce landed again and finally let out a heavy breath.

At this moment, he finally realized that his true combat strength at the fourth level of the "Mountain-Breaking Fist" had clearly exceeded the scope of a ninth-rank martial artist.

In a short period of time, Liu Tianwang, an eighth-rank martial artist, was defeated and killed by him.

"I advise you to sit back down."

In the Hall of Gathering Righteousness, Steward Wang, who was about to leave, froze and looked in horror toward the source of the voice.

The first thing that catches the eye is a massive, blood-stained iron rod, with blood slowly dripping from its end near the ground.

The figure wielding this massive iron rod resembled a demon god.

"Manager Wang, isn't it time to tell me what grudge we have against each other?"

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