My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

In the instant his concentration wavered, Liang Cheng’s saber arrived. The tip, pulsing with a pale blue light mixed with a hint of ghostly cold, struck like lightning, aimed straight for his throat.

Terror seized Xu Zhang. He barely managed to block with the short halberd in his left hand.

CLANG!

The saber’s tip struck the short halberd. A tremendous force surged through it, and Xu Zhang’s left arm went numb, leaving his center wide open once more!

Liang Cheng flipped his wrist. Concealing the movement, he formed a sword sign with two fingers. Three points of cold, bone-chilling starlight shot out in a triangular formation, blanketing Xu Zhang’s face and shoulders.

Profound Yin Sword Technique—Three Appearances of the Cold Star!

Using his fingers as a sword, he unleashed a wave of Sword Qi. Hidden by the movements of his Perfect Gale Saber Technique, the attack was so subtle that no one noticed except for Xu Zhang himself.

Xu Zhang’s pupils constricted. That was clearly his third uncle’s Profound Yin Sword Technique! A mixture of shock and fury washed over him, and his True Qi nearly went haywire.

Xu Zhang frantically channeled his True Qi, his double halberds a blur as he created a dense screen of halberd shadows in front of him.

PFFT! PFFT!

Two points of starlight were scattered by the halberd shadows, but the third pierced his defense like a phantom, striking him precisely on the Jianjing acupoint of his right shoulder.

The Cold Yin Sword Qi invaded his body. Xu Zhang’s right arm instantly went numb, and his True Qi circulation stagnated. The short halberd slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.

The madness in his eyes intensified. He had recognized Xu Cangming’s Profound Yin Sword Technique. Enraged, he ignored the injury to his right arm and threw his whole body forward. He made a suicidal thrust with the short halberd in his left hand while his left leg whipped out to sweep Liang Cheng’s legs.

Liang Cheng used the Wandering Dragon Step again, his figure gliding back three feet like a ghost, easily dodging the attack. Having missed, Xu Zhang’s aura fell into disarray. The side effects of the Blood Burning Pill began to show; an unnatural flush appeared on his face, and he panted like a bull.

’Xu Zhang is finished.’

In the viewing stands, many experts secretly shook their heads. His defeat was only a matter of time.

Liang Cheng gave him no chance to recover. The nine True Qi Seeds within his body trembled in unison, and a purer, more immense Broken Wave True Qi surged into his Zhenxian Saber.

The saber’s blade trembled slightly, letting out a joyful hum.

He took a step forward, his figure seeming to merge with his saber, transforming into a stream of pale blue light. The man followed the saber, the saber borrowed the man’s momentum, and in an instant, they crossed a distance of thirty feet!

There were no endless saber shadows, only a single, condensed streak of pale blue saber aura!

The absolute pinnacle of speed!

In Xu Zhang’s pupils, that streak of saber aura rapidly grew larger.

"No!"

His desperate roar was cut short.

The light of the saber flashed past like the cold moon. Xu Zhang’s forward-lurching body froze in place, and a thin line of blood slowly trickled down from between his eyebrows...

SQUIRT—

Blood sprayed out, staining the ground before him red. His body swayed, then split into two halves, each falling to a different side.

The entire arena fell deathly silent.

You could have heard a pin drop.

Xu Zhang, head of the Xu Family’s third branch and a martial artist at the True Qi Realm Middle Stage, had been slain in a direct confrontation by the newly promoted True Disciple, Liang Cheng, in front of everyone at the Martial Arts Academy’s True Disciple ceremony!

Liang Cheng flicked his wrist, sheathing his saber. The crisp click of the scabbard broke the silence.

He turned to face the high platform, cupped his fist to Dean Bai Hong, and said, "This disciple was fortunate enough to succeed. My personal grudge has been settled."

Dean Bai Hong gave him a deep look and nodded slightly. His voice carried across the entire arena. "Victory and defeat have been decided. Life and death are matters of fate. This grudge is now concluded."

"A True Disciple of the Martial Arts Academy is not to be trifled with. If anything like this happens again, the Martial Arts Academy will pursue the matter to the very end!"

"Well said!"

Someone shouted first, and then thunderous cheers and applause erupted from the ranks of the Martial Arts Academy disciples.

"Senior Brother Liang is mighty!"

"The True Disciple is invincible!"

...

"Senior Brother Liang is mighty!"

The cheers from the Martial Arts Academy disciples roared like a tsunami, echoing endlessly.

Liang Cheng stood in the center of the Martial Arts Arena, his expression calm.

In the viewing stands, Wu Zhenshan slowly rose to his feet, a smile actually appearing on his face. He cupped his hands toward the high platform. "Dean Bai, congratulations on another brilliant talent joining your esteemed academy."

"Xu Zhang colluded with bandits and secretly harmed a disciple of the Martial Arts Academy; he got what he deserved. As for Xu Cangming’s earlier disappearance, I fear he was also framed by this man. When I return to the Government Office, I will issue a formal announcement to set the record straight."

In just a few sentences, he defined Xu Zhang’s death as just deserts, completely severing all ties, as if all the previous pressure and coercion had never happened.

Dean Bai Hong nodded faintly. "I appreciate your trouble, Wu the Treasurer."

Wu Zhenshan then turned to Liang Cheng, his smile unwavering. "True Disciple Liang, you are young and full of promise, with a boundless future. If you run into any trouble while in the city, feel free to come find me at the Martial Preparation Hall."

His words were impeccable. Liang Cheng also smiled and cupped his fist, his demeanor neither servile nor overbearing. "Thank you, Wu the Treasurer. If there are any official matters in the future, I will of course cooperate."

A glint of coldness flashed in the depths of Wu Zhenshan’s eyes, but his smile only grew warmer. He then made an excuse about being busy with government affairs and departed with his followers.

Watching his retreating back, Liang Cheng knew full well that if given the chance, the other man would never let him go.

But with Wu Zhenshan gone, the atmosphere in the arena immediately relaxed.

Shen Wenyuan laughed heartily as he walked down from the viewing stands. Arriving in front of Liang Cheng, he clapped him hard on the shoulder. "Good kid! That was a satisfying kill! You’ve really brought honor to us Honored Guest Elders of the City Lord’s Mansion!"

"You praise me too much, Special Envoy Shen," Liang Cheng said with a bow.

Shen Wenyuan’s eyes widened. "What’s this ’Special Envoy’ business? That’s too formal! Call me Uncle Shen!"

Shen Wenyuan then took a Purple Gold Token from his robes and pressed it into Liang Cheng’s hand. "This is a Special Class Honored Guest Elder’s Token for the City Lord’s Mansion. It comes with a monthly salary of five hundred taels and allows you to access some of the City Lord’s Mansion’s intelligence resources."

"Take it. It will make things more convenient for you here in Lin Wu City. And you can rest assured, we won’t summon you lightly, even if the City Lord’s Mansion needs something. If it’s a major affair, you can still refuse. We’d only ask for your help with ordinary matters."

Liang Cheng gripped the token and said solemnly, "Thank you, Uncle Shen."

"We’re family now. No need for such formalities."

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