Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 41 - Selecting Martial Arts Techniques

Unfortunately for him, Zhou Heng had already fought against experts at the peak of the Body Refining Twelfth Layer, so which same-level martial artist needed to be taken seriously?

He didn’t use the Cloud Flying Step again.

Instead, he went for a frontal assault, exchanging blow for blow with Ma Yunlong.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Zhou Heng’s fists repeatedly broke through Ma Yunlong’s defenses, landing on his body.

Yet this towering young man was like a humanoid demon bear; such attacks seemed completely unable to inflict any damage!

“Hahaha, the technique I have cultivated is the Iron Wall Technique, and I have now reached the Sixth Layer.

My body is as hard as iron, and when it comes to defensive power, no one in the Outer Sect can compare!” Ma Yunlong laughed heartily, “Your movement technique is indeed very strange, but it’s a pity that against my absolute defense, you are powerless!”

“What, the Iron Wall Technique at the Sixth Layer!”

“Shh, that’s almost the limit of the Body Refinement Ninth Layer.

It is said that only by reaching the Tenth Layer of Body Refinement can one cultivate the Seventh Layer!”

“Likewise, the Iron Wall Technique at the Sixth Layer is an absolute defense within the Ninth Layer of Body Refinement; no one can shake it!”

“If Elder Jing Tian hadn’t advanced to the Blood Refinement Realm, could he have broken through it?”

“Zhou Heng is known for his movement technique, and now he’s met his nemesis!”

“Hehe, he hasn’t even warmed his seat yet, and now he has to move!”

The crowd once again engaged in a heated discussion, everyone’s face showing surprise.

They hadn’t expected Ma Yunlong to also be a prodigy, though not as much as Jing Tian, but not far off.

Zhou Heng revealed a faint smile and said, “That’s not necessarily true!”

“All talk and no action, then come break my Iron Wall Technique!” Ma Yunlong laughed wildly, swinging his fists furiously, like two huge hammers slamming down hard on Zhou Heng.

Under the effect of the Iron Wall Technique, his pair of fists had also turned a deep shade of black, as if they had become iron blocks!

“Come on, boy, I’ll flatten your bones!”

Zhou Heng remained as calm as an ancient well in his heart, staring at Ma Yunlong.

The Sword Intent of the Sky-soaring Nine Forms surged within him, unleashing a terrible might.

Ma Yunlong’s spirit was inevitably affected.

Although there was no obvious pause in his movements, his reaction was half a beat slower.

In his eyes, Zhou Heng appeared as a deity high above, supreme and unreachable.

“I am invincible!” Ma Yunlong roared, his eyes turning a fierce red as his aura surprisingly increased rather than decreased, erupting with even greater battle power under Zhou Heng’s intense pressure.

Zhou Heng inwardly praised, for this was a true martial artist, fearless in the face of a powerful opponent, with his fighting spirit even more inflamed.

Zhou Xianming might be an expert at the peak of the Body Refining Twelfth Layer, but in terms of the firmness of will, Ma Yunlong was a notch above!

Indeed, a disciple of the Nine Spirit Sect!

But, what of it?

Zhou Heng kept throwing punches.

Each strike penetrated Ma Yunlong’s defenses, hitting his body.

Yet facing a body as sturdy as an iron plate, it was his own fists that were shaken until the skin split and they bled profusely.

“You can’t do anything to me!” Ma Yunlong was full of confidence.

His target to surpass was Jing Tian; what was this kid to him!

Zhou Heng remained silent, focusing his strength into his fists and continuing to pound away.

Indeed, Ma Yunlong’s defensive power was strong, but his defensive moves were useless in front of Zhou Heng; his body kept being pummeled by the fists.

He himself didn’t care, relying on his body as tough as iron, enduring Zhou Heng’s attacks as he pressed forward.

Thud, thud, thud—the fists continued to strike, like playing a piece of music.

“Give up, you are destined to fail!” Ma Yunlong laughed, the seat of the first place drawing ever closer to him.

Unfortunately, he did not ascend by defeating Jing Tian, which was less than perfect.

“Puh—” Suddenly, he stumbled, spurting out a mouthful of fresh blood that soaked his chest.

Ma Yunlong looked down in disbelief, then looked up at Zhou Heng, his body involuntarily falling backward; with a thud, he raised a cloud of dust.

“What happened, how could Ma Yunlong lose?”

“Doesn’t he have the Iron Wall Technique at the Sixth Layer?”

“Could Zhou Heng possess the killing power of the Blood Refinement Realm!”

In the midst of heated discussions, Ai Songtao stood up, raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down, and said, “This fight, Zhou Heng wins!”

“Zhou Heng doesn’t possess the battle power of the Blood Refinement Realm.

Rather, he struck each punch in the same spot on Ma Yunlong, with the force accumulating and piercing through the defense of the Iron Wall Technique, causing internal damage to Ma Yunlong!”

Upon this explanation, everyone suddenly understood.

But could such a method of breaking the defense be replicated?

Ma Yunlong isn’t a puppet to be bombarded at will.

Besides Zhou Heng the freak, who else could land so many punches consecutively, and on the very same spot?

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Poor Ma Yunlong, if he hadn’t been overconfident, if he’d just protected himself a little, dispersing the punches’ force, then with the defensive power of the Iron Wall Technique, Zhou Heng wouldn’t have been able to wound him at all.

The challenges continued.

Twenty minutes later, Guo Gang didn’t issue a challenge to Zhou Heng, seemingly admitting his inferiority, to the surprise of everyone once again.

With even Guo Gang giving up, no one else dared to challenge, and as the sun set, a new ranking of the ten strongest in the Outer Sect was established.

Two new faces were added—Zhou Heng and Shen Xinqi—not just barely squeezing into the top ten, but one taking the sixth place and the other sitting proudly in first, an outcome no one could have predicted.

But even more astonishing was Jing Tian.

The nineteen-year-old at the Blood Refinement Realm had even attracted the attention of the higher-ups in the Nine Spirit Sect.

It was said that several Elders were vying to take him as a disciple, almost coming to blows over it.

In the Nine Spirit Sect, entering the Spirit Gathering Realm meant becoming an Elder.

However, the Spirit Gathering Realm was divided into Third Layer Heaven, and each small difference in realms, although not as vast as the difference between heaven and earth, wasn’t far off either.

How could the First Layer of the Spirit Gathering be on par with the Second Layer Heaven?

Therefore, even among Elders, seniority had to be determined by which Layer Heaven they were in.

The Elders who almost fought over Jing Tian were none other than big shots from the Third Layer Heaven of the Spirit Gathering Realm!

Zhou Heng took no notice.

As long as he completed the accumulation needed for the Ninth Layer of Body Refinement, the gateway of the Blood Refinement Realm would similarly be unable to confine him.

Jing Tian had merely taken a step ahead of him.

The treatment of the ten strongest in the Outer Sect was indeed incomparable.

Daily servings of demon beast meat were provided, and every month there were fifteen Gathering Yuan Pills supplied, amounting to three thousand silver, a veritable fortune.

Moreover, another crucial point was the privilege to select a Martial Arts Technique from the Book Pavilion!

Ma Yunlong’s Iron Wall Technique was acquired from there.

Although Zhou Heng had the Cloud Flying Step, Sky-soaring Nine Forms, and Flying Waterfall Sword Technique, none of these could be considered a proper Martial Arts Technique.

The Cloud Flying Step and Flying Waterfall Sword Technique both had the form but lacked the corresponding spell for operation, while the Sky-soaring Nine Forms was too profound, lacking any mantra and instead integrating into his bloodline, requiring continuous contemplation.

Indeed, he was very interested in Martial Arts Techniques and went to the Book Pavilion at the first opportunity.

The Book Pavilion wasn’t large, just two stories high, with a man around fifty years old in blue sitting inside, appearing rather ordinary at first glance.

Appearances can be deceiving.

To be assigned to guard this place, the old man must be an expert from the Spirit Gathering Realm!

Zhou Heng entered the pavilion and respectfully saluted, “Junior Zhou Heng, one of the newly ranked top ten in the Outer Sect, has come to select a Martial Arts Technique.”

The elder looked up at him, saying, “You can choose any from the first floor.

Once you’ve made your selection, come and find me!”

“Yes,” Zhou Heng nodded in agreement and looked around.

There were twelve shelves, taller than an average person, and at first glance, it wasn’t obvious if there were anyone else inside.

He approached the first row of shelves, picked up one Cultivation Technique after another browsing through them briefly, and couldn’t help frowning.

They only contained covers and descriptions of Martial Arts Techniques, lacking the specific content.

Of course, if full diagrams and spells were available, there would be no lack of people with extraordinary memory like Zhou Heng, who could learn three, five, or even ten Martial Arts Techniques in one go.

What kind of Martial Arts Technique does he need?

Zhou Heng questioned himself.

Offensively, the Sky-soaring Nine Forms were absolutely domineering, and though the Flying Waterfall Sword Technique lacked the corresponding spell, the Sword Intent of the Nine Forms was enough to compensate.

So, he wasn’t in urgent need in this area.

As for movement techniques, there was even less to say: the Cloud Flying Step far surpassed other techniques, even without the corresponding spell.

It wasn’t worth giving up the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.

Then perhaps a defensive technique should be considered.

The Iron Wall Technique had indeed left a profound impression on Zhou Heng.

It wasn’t just about increasing defensive power; it was also quite formidable on offense, allowing one to harden fists like iron, capable of clashing against sharp weapons.

With a clear direction, he naturally had a target for his choice.

After checking two rows of shelves, he picked up three Martial Arts Techniques.

He hadn’t decided which one to choose yet; he planned to read through them all before consulting the senior in charge.

As he reached the seventh row of shelves, he found himself enveloped in a fragrant breeze.

A beauty with rosy cheeks suddenly appeared before him—it was Shen Xinqi.

Seeing her here was not surprising since she was also one of the newly ranked top ten of the Outer Sect, with the right to choose a Martial Arts Technique.

“Junior Brother Zhou!” The beauty brightened upon seeing Zhou Heng.

As fellow Outer Sect disciples, they were ranked by age.

Her eyes swept over the Martial Arts Techniques in Zhou Heng’s hands and she smiled, saying, “So you’re thinking of choosing a defensive technique.

I happen to have one to recommend to you!”