Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

“The force seems insufficient, but the speed is extremely fast. This kid's internal technique and martial arts techniques both lean towards movement skills…”

With almost a single glance, the Sixth-Rank experts present—including Master Jie Hai, Li Ruhai, Pei Ran, and Lu Yunchen—saw the essence of this battle.

The young monk kicked out of the arena dusted off the dust on his chest, his eyes slightly stunned.

His chest hurt a bit, and he might have sustained some internal injuries.

But this level of injury was actually not serious.

What shocked him most was his opponent's speed.

Those dozen or so kicks—he didn’t even have the ability to react!

At this moment, Dongfang Haojie and the others looked at Yang Ling with a sudden trace of newfound gravity in their gaze.

Only a trace, though. They felt this Ironclad Department’s Seventh-Rank talent did have some skill, but he couldn’t threaten them.

Yun Ruo was a bit unsettled.

The strength Yang Ling displayed at this moment was a notch higher than what she had seen from him before.

“In such a short time, he went from lower Seventh-Rank to middle Seventh-Rank?”

Yun Ruo thought silently.

She hadn’t noticed that Yang Ling hadn’t even used a weapon.

In this clash, he had only used the Vajra Bright King Technique, Ethereal Steps, and Twelve Paths Vajra Legs.

This wasn’t even his true strength!

The Fourth Prince clapped lightly. “Not bad, not bad.”

Seeing this, several Directors of the Ironclad Department also clapped with smiles.

Lu Yunchen looked at Master Jie Hai. “Master Jie Hai, Martial Monk Jue Ming’s loss to Chief Constable Yang is truly no injustice.”

Master Jie Hai snapped back to reality and smiled.

“This is only the first bout. There are still two more to go.”

As his words fell, another Arhat Temple disciple stepped forward, clasped his hands, and bowed to Yang Ling.

The moment the opponent finished his bow, he discovered that Yang Ling had already vanished from his original spot and was once again unleashing the Twelve Paths Vajra Legs on him.

This Arhat Temple disciple was not panicked. Instead, he sank his center of gravity, steadied his horse stance, and thrust his hands forward to block!

Bam bam bam!

Yang Ling kicked him over a dozen times in an instant, yet this man remained as still as a stone bell, completely unmoved!

“Arhat Temple’s second-rate external cultivation technique, the Golden Bell Shield!?”

The disciples from the three sects all showed expressions of surprise.

Only the Arhat Temple disciples had faint smiles on their faces, as if they had anticipated this.

“Your Arhat Temple truly is full of talented people. I heard that only once every decade or so do you find a disciple with a suitable physique to train in the Golden Bell Shield.”

Lu Yunchen glanced at Master Jie Hai.

Master Jie Hai smiled gently. “The threshold for training this technique is indeed extremely harsh and incredibly difficult to master. But once mastered, it is far superior to many second-rate internal techniques.”

Pei Ran and that member from Nine Immortals Dao Palace exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of gravity in each other’s eyes.

This internal technique truly worked wonders among Seventh-Rank martial artists!

“The Vajra Bright King Technique and Twelve Paths Vajra Legs push my Strength to 89 points, and I still can’t budge him?”

Yang Ling opened the other man’s status panel again:

Character: Hui Shi

Class: Martial Artist

Strength: 64

Agility: 39

Spirit: 25

Martial Arts: Golden Bell Shield (Second-Rate, Flawless Proficiency)

Iron Crotch Technique (Third-Rate, Flawless Proficiency)

Iron Head Technique (Third-Rate, Flawless Proficiency)

Affiliation: Arhat Temple

“How afraid of death is he?”

Yang Ling’s expression was complicated.

Hui Shi smiled. “Benefactor Yang, how about a bet? If you can defeat me within a hundred moves…”

Before he could finish, Yang Ling had already drawn his saber and charged.

Seeing this, Hui Shi suddenly let out a low shout, and his Vital Qi surged to the surface of his skin!

Clang clang clang—

A full set of Tiger-Capturing Saber Technique came down, but Hui Shi remained as still as a bell.

White marks appeared on his skin and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Those were saber marks.

During this time, Yang Ling also sneakily delivered a few kicks to the man’s lower regions, but the opponent endured them all without flinching.

“Excellent external technique.”

The Fourth Prince couldn’t help but whisper in admiration.

The pride in Master Jie Hai’s eyes grew even stronger.

Li Ruhai and the others were also silently impressed.

When it came to external techniques, Arhat Temple had truly reached the pinnacle.

In the Jianghu of Zhao State, no one’s external techniques were more professional than Arhat Temple’s.

“What’s this? A draw?”

“Obviously, this Arhat Temple disciple can’t beat Yang Ling either; he’s just tough to take down.”

Lu Yunchen said flatly.

“In today’s sparring match, there is no such thing as a draw.”

Master Jie Hai smiled faintly. “Either Yang Ling admits defeat, or he defeats Hui Shi.”

Just then, sudden exclamations rang out.

“What is that!?”

“A pickaxe?”

Confusion appeared in everyone’s eyes.

Yang Ling pulled out the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe and activated the Frenzied State with his Vital Qi.

Without another word, he started hacking at Hui Shi’s bald head.

“Can your head be harder than Vermilion Gold? I don’t believe it!”

Clang clang clang—

Hui Shi’s Vital Qi constantly defended, but it was visibly draining.

Soon, his Vital Qi was exhausted.

When the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe landed on his forehead…

A dent immediately appeared on his skull!

Master Jie Hai’s expression shifted slightly.

This opponent’s offensive was so ferocious that he had drained all of Hui Shi’s Vital Qi in an extremely short time?!

“Although Arhat Temple’s external techniques are strong, they still require Vital Qi to support them. I heard that after activating an external technique, the drain on Vital Qi becomes extremely low, allowing for great endurance—that’s the true terror of their techniques.”

“What is Yang Ling doing, using a pickaxe as a weapon!? What kind of style is that?”

“That pickaxe is no ordinary tool; it’s clearly forged from Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold!”

While everyone was stunned, Yang Ling had already chiseled over a dozen holes in Hui Shi’s head!

“Benefactor, stop digging!”

Hui Shi finally couldn’t take it anymore and let out a miserable scream, immediately retreating.

He was sent flying by a kick from Yang Ling, crashing heavily at the feet of his senior and junior brothers.

He touched his head; his hand came back filled with pits and hollows. Some spots were even broken, with blood gushing out.

Hui Shi looked at Yang Ling in terror, his gaze as if he were staring at a monster.

Yang Ling tucked the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe into his waist and cupped his fists at Hui Shi. “I accept your concession.”

Yun Ruo was completely stunned at this point, suddenly remembering the rumor that this Chief Constable Yang loved to mine.

For a moment, she felt somewhat baffled.

This method of mining could also be used in combat?

Master Jie Hai’s face was ashen.

The Arhat Temple disciples were also uneasy.

They had already lost two bouts in a row. If they lost a third, Arhat Temple’s face today would be completely gone!

“Was that a martial arts technique you just used!?”

Master Jie Hai said coldly.

“If it wasn’t a technique, what was it? Since Senior Brother Hui Shi’s external techniques were so impressive, I simply treated him like the Vermilion Gold ore I usually chisel. What’s wrong with that?”

Yang Ling said casually.

Before Master Jie Hai could speak, the Fourth Prince had already applauded.

“Excellent. Knowing how to adapt—that is the true purpose of learning martial arts.”

Lu Yunchen was all smiles.

“Yang Ling, there’s one last bout. Win it, and you advance to the next round. Keep it up.”

Seeing Yang Ling receive praise from the Fourth Prince and Director Lu,

Li Huaiyi’s expression became extremely ugly.

He never expected that a mere Chief Constable from Green Mountain City, a Seventh-Rank who had only risen to prominence later, could possess such skill, defeating two Arhat Temple Seventh-Rank experts in a row!

Even if Yang Ling lost the third bout today, his face was already secured.

From now on, in the Jianghu, someone was bound to spread his name!

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