[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds":3,"chapter-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-61":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","High Martial Arts Across Two Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2361032,4616,"Chapter 61: Who","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>Behind him, Liu Xuande, Li Zhan, Gan Lei, Zhang Yan, and others cheered for Cang Luo, while Wang Pangzi stared wide-eyed, astonished that Cang Luo’s strength surpassed his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing was also deeply surprised by Cang Luo’s strength; others didn’t know his background, but she knew it perfectly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just over twenty days ago, Cang Luo, summoned from the secret realm of Earth, wasn’t even a martial artist—just a frail, ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, he had reached the seventh layer of Warrior cultivation, accomplishing in less than a month what most disciples took half a year, even a full year, to achieve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his strength wasn’t weak—he was even stronger than the Warrior Eighth Layer Fatty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xuan Qingqing couldn’t help but wonder: Could all Earth people be martial geniuses?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shouldn’t be possible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandfather said his talent was extremely average; even if Earth’s physiology allowed him to cultivate faster than ordinary martial artists, it only meant quicker absorption of Yuan energy and faster formation of Yuan Wheels—not greater actual strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, as an Earthling, Cang Luo should have been the type of martial artist with abundant Yuan energy but weak combat ability, because he had no time to refine his Yuan energy, no time to purify it, and no time to master martial techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such martial artists are usually just pill-pumped—they’re often one or two layers weaker in true combat power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what was going on with Brother Cang?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he encountered some extraordinary fortune?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Xuan Qingqing speculated, the more curious she became about Cang Luo’s recent experiences; her face lit up with the delight of someone fascinated by something new, just like the expression she’d worn the first time she heard Earth’s amusing stories from Cang Luo’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to Li Haoran, this sudden expression of hers looked exactly like a young girl in love, gazing at her beloved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Li Haoran’s hostility toward Cang Luo deepened further—he wished he could slap him dead on the spot...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo naturally had no idea of Li Haoran’s thoughts, nor did he know that Ouyang Lie had been ordered by Li Haoran to send Chen Da Hu to trouble him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Cang Luo felt excited; opposite him, Sima Ling was still shaking his right arm—the numbness from Thunder Palm had not yet faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo grinned: “Geez, have you finished preparing your turtle punch? Still able to fight? Or should you just admit defeat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t get cocky,” Sima Ling replied, though seething inside, he quickly calmed himself and smiled faintly—he had found a way to defeat Cang Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling believed the reason True Yang Fist’s power was ineffective wasn’t entirely because the opponent’s Yuan energy was stronger, as Master Murong claimed, but because Cang Luo had prepared in advance, gathering all his Yuan energy into his right arm to block it outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This defensive tactic wasted Yuan energy and required time to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, a Warrior Seventh Layer’s Yuan reserves were insufficient to fully protect his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So as long as his attack speed was fast enough to strike spots where Cang Luo couldn’t quickly gather defense—or where his defense was weak—it would work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speed was his strength; so far, he had never met a fellow Warrior-level martial artist faster than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he understood this, Sima Ling sneered repeatedly; his right arm no longer felt numb. He decisively activated his body technique and charged toward Cang Luo, moving three-tenths faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closing in, he didn’t use True Yang Fist or any other martial technique—his Yuan energy was now less than half, and he needed to conserve it for a critical moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Sima Ling used the complementary fist technique of True Yang Fist, renowned for its lightning-fast strikes and unpredictable angles, though slightly weaker in power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, the weakness in power wasn’t the technique’s flaw—it was designed to complement True Yang Fist, whose true power lay in the fist’s internal force; Sima Ling simply hadn’t activated it to conserve Yuan energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Sima Ling unleashed over a dozen punches—his strikes came faster than lightning, with bizarre, deceptive angles...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none of them landed on Cang Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling’s punching speed was fast, but Cang Luo was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo activated his dynamic tracking ability, clearly seeing every move Sima Ling made, and deliberately evaded each strike by mere fractions of an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dodging dozens of consecutive punches, Cang Luo seized the opening and, in Sima Ling’s stunned gaze, slammed a punch straight into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attack didn’t end there—Cang Luo grabbed Sima Ling’s shoulder, lifted his knee, and drove it hard into his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five consecutive knee strikes, each heavier than the last, mercilessly, forcing Sima Ling’s lungs nearly to burst out of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo threw Sima Ling to the ground and sneered: “I’ll knee your lungs out of you—still feeling arrogant? Dared to say Xuantian Sect has no one? Thought you could challenge a Warrior Ninth Layer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling lay dazed, pain throbbing in his chest; as he regulated his breath, he gasped: “Y-you—why is your speed so fast? How did you dodge my attacks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo looked at his utterly incredulous expression and felt deeply exasperated—why did martial artists on this continent always think like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Da Hu and Chen Da Long were like this; so was Sima Ling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the fight, they acted like heaven was first and they were second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after being thoroughly beaten, they instantly lost composure, as if their entire worldview had collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Why are you stronger than me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re clearly an old, useless waste—your cultivation level is lower than mine, your techniques are worse—how could you defeat me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo was speechless and replied casually: “Bro, it’s not that I’m fast—it’s that you’re slow. Is it really that hard to dodge your attacks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible, impossible—this must be coincidence...” Sima Ling still refused to believe, rising to his feet to continue the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo sighed and waved him on: “If you still want to fight, then go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling said nothing more, exhaled deeply, and caught his comrades’ reproachful glances behind him—they were clearly furious at him for disgracing Kong Sheng Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling cursed inwardly, activated his body technique again, and charged toward Cang Luo—but this time he didn’t attack head-on; instead, he circled the arena several times before suddenly appearing behind Cang Luo for a surprise strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still didn’t believe Cang Luo was faster—he wanted to try again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, his speed was another tenth faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he noticed Cang Luo stood completely still, his entire back exposed—as if he hadn’t sensed the attack from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How dare you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How dare you underestimate me!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling’s fury surged; his eyes flashed with icy light. He abandoned Yuan energy conservation and unleashed True Yang Fist at full power, smashing it toward Cang Luo’s occiput!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now utterly enraged—he aimed directly for Cang Luo’s vital point; if this punch landed, Cang Luo would die without doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No good! Brother Cang, dodge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing saw Sima Ling had developed murderous intent and frowned angrily at Murong Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Murong Ye made no move to stop it, she immediately activated her body technique to rush forward and rescue him—but Li Haoran grabbed her arm. “Sister Qingqing, don’t worry—Brother Cang can handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he gave her a confident smile, as if to say: Trust my judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet inside, he seethed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph! I don’t care if he can handle it—I hope he gets killed right here!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A useless waste dares to fantasize about getting close to Sister Qingqing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who else deserves to die but you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing didn’t know Li Haoran’s true thoughts; seeing his calm demeanor, she believed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they spoke, Xuan Qingqing saw Sima Ling’s fist drawing near Cang Luo’s occiput—but Cang Luo remained motionless, as if unaware, his hair whipped wildly by the force of the incoming punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing grew tense; Li Zhan, Gan Lei, and the others held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at last, Cang Luo moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo sneered inwardly: My satellite surveillance covers 360 degrees—no matter where you strike from, you can’t escape my watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smirking, he tilted his head slightly, effortlessly dodging Sima Ling’s True Yang Fist. Before Sima Ling could react, Cang Luo swung his right elbow backward, striking Sima Ling’s chest again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he reached out with his left hand, seized Sima Ling’s right wrist—the one wielding True Yang Fist—and retracted his elbow, forming a fist and smashing upward into Sima Ling’s right elbow joint...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Ling’s right arm snapped clean off!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-curdling scream tore from Sima Ling’s throat, echoing across the outer training grounds of Xuantian Sect for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Annoying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo, startled by the scream so close at hand, grew impatient and shoved Sima Ling away, letting him crash to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without even glancing at him, he smiled at the still-stunned Kong Sheng Academy group: “Is this the so-called genius disciple of Kong Sheng Academy? Not impressive at all! Where’s that arrogant attitude of yours, the one that dared challenge a Warrior Ninth Layer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exchange between the two had lasted only a few breaths—from Sima Ling’s attack to the breaking of his arm—and since the spectators stood far away, few had clearly seen the entire sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Cang Luo spoke did the Kong Sheng disciples react—seeing Sima Ling’s broken arm, seeing their comrade crippled by Xuantian Sect, they erupted in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Kong Sheng disciple shouted: “How dare you injure a disciple of Kong Sheng Academy? Give us your life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than five men drew their swords and charged toward Cang Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo frowned but didn’t dodge or evade—it was a fair match, held on his home turf; they wouldn’t dare harm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Xuan Qingqing, the Sect Master’s daughter, stood right behind him—would she allow outsiders to bully people within Xuantian Sect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Cang Luo saw through his satellite that Xuan Qingqing was already rushing toward him with Wang Pangzi and the others—he exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since there was no danger, he might as well keep being arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo sneered: “Kong Sheng Academy, Confucius once said, ‘Do not do to others what you would not want done to yourself.’ Do you not understand this principle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you think only you can kill, and I cannot retaliate? Didn’t you think I noticed Sima Ling’s murderous intent?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Confucius’s words, the five sword-wielding Kong Sheng disciples instantly froze, glaring fiercely at Cang Luo—but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo’s words struck their core—if they retaliated in a fair match, they’d be branded as traitors to their master and ancestors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Murong Ye shouted them back, ordering them to carry Sima Ling away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Xuan Qingqing and the others arrived behind him; she patted Cang Luo’s shoulder and praised: “Good job, Brother Cang—unlike some people who can’t accept defeat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confucius’s teachings—Kong Sheng disciples dared not disrespect them, let alone refute them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dared not retort to Xuan Qingqing’s subtle mockery either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was the Sect Master’s daughter—her status rivaled that of a prince’s daughter; how could they dare be insolent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cang Luo was different—a mere outer sect disciple. Instantly, a Kong Sheng disciple shouted: “You only beat Sima Ling because you’re older, because you’ve accumulated thick Yuan energy over years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Our Sima Ling is only fifteen; you’re twenty-two—seven years older! What’s there to be proud of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Xuan Qingqing instinctively glanced at Cang Luo, thinking: What would you all think if you knew Brother Cang went from an ordinary person to Warrior Seventh Layer in less than a month?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing was about to speak, but Cang Luo said: “You all seem quite resentful? Very well, let’s have another match.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t say I’m bullying you—send out a disciple with Warrior Ninth Level cultivation this time. I’ll challenge across ranks myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmph!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That brat Sima Ling boasted because he cultivated a Lower Earth-grade technique and dared challenge a Warrior Ninth Level—only to be defeated by this worthless Warrior Seventh Level like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, I’m the one challenging your Warrior Ninth Levels.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s see who’s more arrogant!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2056,"2026-06-21T06:04:04.528Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a1d766218527056aa755662a346efa73aa2f3af4cb8656464b0373ff5f79913e","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-62","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-60",157,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-cover.jpg"]