Chapter 459
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Chapter 459: Strike
Zhou Ping looked at his empty hands, and the surprise in his eyes deepened.
On the other side, Bai Li Pang Pang excitedly grabbed a chopstick, his eyes filled with exhilaration!
He had snatched a chopstick from the Sword Saint!
It was worth it!
Although he might get beaten badly, from a certain perspective, he could be considered to have won against the Sword Saint!
After a moment of daze, Zhou Ping finally came to his senses and quietly pulled out a second chopstick from his pocket…
Bai Li Pang Pang’s smile suddenly froze.
Ten minutes later.
Having been beaten twenty times without retaliation, Bai Li Pang Pang lay on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts ceased.
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan dragged him off the field, and An Qingyu was the third to step up, confronting Zhou Ping.
An Qingyu’s direct combat ability was not strong, and he did not use the powerful technique “Elegy,” essentially finding himself in the same situation as Cao Yuan and Bai Li Pang Pang, being beaten unilaterally.
However, unlike the other two, the more he was beaten, the more excited he became!
His eyes were fixed on Zhou Ping’s body, as if he were observing some endangered rare creature, his gaze bright and eager, as if he wanted to dissect his opponent.
This look made Zhou Ping feel a bit uneasy.
After the announcement of the end, An Qingyu staggered toward the edge of the warehouse, turning back every few steps, seemingly reluctant to leave Zhou Ping.
“…Next.” Zhou Ping spoke slowly.
Jialan and Lin Qiye exchanged glances, stood up from the ground, and confidently walked to the center of the open space.
She had changed back into her original deep blue Han robe, her black hair tied up with a ribbon, cascading naturally to her waist. Her fair hands raised, she assumed a fighting stance.
She swayed slightly and quickly charged toward Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping stood quietly in place, showing no intention of striking.
Jialan reached him, and the ancient martial arts technique was instantly unleashed, dazzling punches flying out, while Zhou Ping merely dodged repeatedly. After about ten seconds, he confirmed that Jialan only threw punches and shook his head slightly.
His right hand lifted, and a sword’s whistle echoed in the air as the wooden chopstick lightly pointed toward Jialan’s palm…
Then it was caught in her grasp.
Zhou Ping: ?
The chopstick, imbued with a chilling sword energy, was firmly held by Jialan, her expression unchanged, as if she were merely holding a regular chopstick.
Crack—!!
With a forceful grip, Jialan broke the chopstick in her hand!
Zhou Ping: ???
Zhou Ping stared blankly at the remaining half of the chopstick in his hand. The next moment, a gust of wind from a punch rushed past his ear. He quickly dodged the strike, and his gaze toward Jialan had completely changed.
She caught his sword energy with her bare hands?
What a joke!
Even if it was just a chopstick, the sword energy attached to it was no joke!
Zhou Ping assessed Jialan and casually tossed the half chopstick aside, his index finger and middle finger coming together to form a sword shape, drawing several lines in the air.
A fierce sword energy surged forth, crashing against Jialan’s body like a tidal wave, yet she stood firm like a stabilizing needle, seemingly unaffected by the rolling sword energy, as if it were merely a gentle breeze passing by.
Jialan slightly bent her body and, in the next moment, charged forward against the sword energy, her fists tightly clenched.
“Sword Cage.”
Zhou Ping murmured, and several thick streams of sword energy erupted from him, instantly piercing around Jialan, forming an invisible cage of sword energy that locked her firmly in place.
Jialan was trapped in the cage, struggling to move but to no avail.
After struggling for a long time, she sighed helplessly.
Zhou Ping pondered for a moment, waved his hand lightly, and the sword energy cage vanished without a trace.
“That’s enough, next.”
Jialan walked dejectedly to the edge of the warehouse and sat down, completely unaware that the gazes of her companions were like those looking at a monster.
“Sister Jialan… you’re amazing!” Bai Li Pang Pang couldn’t help but exclaim, “You fought the Sword Saint for over five minutes, and you weren’t hurt at all, even breaking his chopstick! You’re truly incredible!”
Hearing Bai Li Pang Pang’s sincere admiration, Jialan slightly raised her head, a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
She turned to Lin Qiye beside her and said seriously, “Be careful.”
“Mm.”
Lin Qiye nodded, stood up from the ground, and stepped toward the center of the open space.
Ten minutes later.
With a bruised face, Lin Qiye lay on his back on the ground, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought…
The power levels of both sides were simply not on the same scale.
He didn’t possess Jialan’s abnormal defensive capabilities, and facing a human ceiling, it was naturally impossible for him to turn the tide.
Lin Qiye had exerted all his strength; aside from not using soul carrying, he had basically used all the forbidden techniques, but no matter how he attacked, Zhou Ping could break through all his assaults with just one sword. This time, he truly experienced what an absolute power gap felt like.
Exchanging glances with Cao Yuan and Bai Li Pang Pang, they all saw the bitterness in each other’s eyes.
Among the five of them, aside from Jialan who was unscathed, the other four were nearly on the verge of shutting down, but there was nothing they could do about it.
“Today’s training ends here; you all go back and rest.” Zhou Ping dropped a sentence, ignoring Lin Qiye and the others’ reactions, and turned to walk back into the building.
Thus, Lin Qiye and the others could only exchange glances, supporting each other as they painfully returned to their rooms.
…
That night.
The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.
The five sat on the concrete ground outside the warehouse, surrounding a rising bonfire, silent.
Except for Jialan, the other four were wrapped in bandages like zongzi, their heads bowed as they stared at the burning bonfire, lost in their thoughts.
Today’s training had somewhat impacted their mentality.
After coming out of the fasting place, they had experienced various events: the primeval forest, Fengdu, the mist of Gusu, even exterminating the Bai Li family. Each time, they managed to handle things with their own strength, which had unknowingly instilled a sense of confidence in them. However, today, their confidence was shattered.
In front of true powerhouses, they realized just how weak they were, which was a significant blow to them.
“What do you think… the Sword Saint is doing?” Bai Li Pang Pang broke the silence first, “Since the training ended in the afternoon, he’s been locked in his room, not even eating dinner.”
“Don’t know.” Lin Qiye shook his head.
Although he could use spiritual perception to probe into Zhou Ping’s room, doing so in front of a human ceiling was undoubtedly foolish. He feared that as soon as his spiritual power extended, the other party would have already noticed.
