[{"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-65":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},2361036,4616,"Chapter 65: Rune Weapons","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>After a stick of incense burned out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian successfully dodged the mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf’s flame blast for the fifteenth time, then swiftly retreated to observe the wolf’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf, having unleashed fifteen flame blasts, showed extreme exhaustion, its limbs trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The right blue wolf head opened its mouth as if to spit fire again, but only coughed out a few sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left silver wolf head also opened its mouth, spat out a few clumps of white smoke, then fell still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Long Zhantian was overjoyed—his guess was correct; the beast’s yuan energy was exhausted. He sneered: “Beast, die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he activated his body technique and Spring-Autumn Palm Method, dashing toward the mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf with intent to kill it with one palm strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Long Zhantian appeared beside the right side of the Fire-Devouring Wolf and slammed his palm down hard on its right wolf head—he had nearly had his hair burned off by that very head earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spring-Autumn Palm Method Long Zhantian wielded was majestic, far surpassing his junior sister Lin Xin by an incalculable margin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, Lin Xin’s thirty-two Quanli  strikes had merely sealed Zhao Renwu’s meridians and acupoints, causing no fatal injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were Long Zhantian, one palm would have defeated Zhao Renwu—even killed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his palm wind howled, about to strike the mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf’s head, Long Zhantian suddenly felt a chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw firelight flickering inside the wolf’s right mouth, his heart jolted—he forcibly retracted his palm, choked back a surge of blood qi, and rolled sideways to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a sudden blast of searing flame scorched past Long Zhantian’s hair, burning a patch of it to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having narrowly escaped death, Long Zhantian touched his charred hair, trembling with rage—if he hadn’t dodged in time, he wouldn’t have lost just his hair, but his entire face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn beast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It still had yuan energy? I underestimated it—it has more yuan energy than an ordinary Fire-Devouring Wolf, and far greater intelligence; it even feigned weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the Kong Sheng Academy disciples held their breath—they too believed the wolf’s yuan energy was spent, yet it still had some left. Just like its worthless master, it was despicable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Long Zhantian found the situation extremely difficult, pondering what to do next—continue draining its yuan energy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, if the beast had more yuan energy than me, I’d be in trouble. Dammit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo laughed: “Brother Long, what’s wrong? Keep going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian ignored Cang Luo, fixing his gaze on the Fire-Devouring Wolf. Cang Luo continued smiling: “Alright then, since you won’t attack, it’s my turn to strike.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Erha lunged forward, leaping at Long Zhantian while spitting a torrent of searing flame—its intensity showed no sign of weakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the flame hurtling toward him, Long Zhantian had no time to hesitate—he dodged instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dodge, like the previous fifteen, was close but safe—but Long Zhantian could not rejoice, for he could no longer judge the Fire-Devouring Wolf’s true strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continues, will I lose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, the Fire-Devouring Wolf charged at him again, its foul-smelling maw open—but this time, it did not spit fire. Instead, its left silver wolf head continuously exhaled white smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke spread, carrying the scent of gunpowder, gradually engulfing the area where Long Zhantian stood, then expanding to nearly half the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trapped in the white smoke, Long Zhantian could no longer see the mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf—he realized with dread that the beast could produce smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t see it, but it could pinpoint his location through its keen sense of smell and hearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian cursed and rushed to flee the smoke—but after only a few steps, another cloud of smoke surged toward him, once again enveloping him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accompanying this new cloud was a blast of flame. Unable to see, Long Zhantian couldn’t dodge in time—the fire scorched his clothes. He immediately rolled on the ground to extinguish the flames, emerging utterly disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he put out the fire on his body, before he could even breathe, he sensed two waves of heat rushing toward him—one from the left, one from the right—flames flaring through the thick mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian was terrified, groaning in despair. Without hesitation, he dashed back to the Kong Sheng Academy’s side of the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kong Sheng Academy disciples rushed forward to support him. One female disciple asked anxiously: “Brother Long, are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian shook his head, disheveled, and snarled: “Why does this beast have so much yuan energy? How is it not running out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kong Sheng Academy disciples exchanged glances, all puzzled. One disciple speculated: “It must be due to its mutation—its two demon cores must be larger than those of an ordinary first-rank beast...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only these low-level warrior disciples were baffled by Cang Luo’s beast’s vast yuan energy—even Xuan Qingqing, Li Haoran, and Murong Ye were confused, ultimately attributing it to the mutation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhanxing exclaimed excitedly: “Brother Cang’s beast is incredible—it can spit fire and white smoke to create mist! Such a beast is worth even a first-rank demon beast. No wonder Brother Cang wanted to subdue it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those around him nodded in agreement, but Li Haoran shook his head: “You must not emulate him. What good is spitting white smoke and creating mist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Wu Ling cultivation level, one’s yuan awareness spreads outward—warriors can perceive targets through yuan awareness; mist becomes useless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, everyone agreed—it made perfect sense. They immediately abandoned the idea of capturing a mutated first-rank beast if they ever encountered one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the white smoke covering the arena gradually dissipated. Cang Luo saw Long Zhantian had retreated to the arena’s edge and smiled: “Brother Long, are you planning to surrender?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surrender to you, worthless fool?” Long Zhantian sneered, re-entering the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as soon as he stepped one foot inside, he saw the mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf charging at him—one mouth clutching flame, the other filled with white smoke, its twin eyes glowing with bloodlust, as if it wouldn’t stop until it burned him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Long Zhantian could only flee as far as possible—but the moment he dodged one flame, he was instantly engulfed in smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian was in agony, with nowhere to escape. Wherever he ran, the smoke followed—and the flames followed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the entire arena was blanketed in smoke, Long Zhantian stared at the blinding white haze around him, trembling with fear—wondering when a flame might erupt from any direction, hesitating whether to just surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, suddenly, he heard someone calling him from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Long, catch the sword!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catch the sword?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian froze—could he use a weapon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that worthless warrior seventh-rank had not used a weapon—how could I, a warrior ninth-rank peak, shamelessly use one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian thought he wouldn’t catch the thrown sword—but his body moved involuntarily, successfully catching it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword in hand emitted a resonant hum of metal—this sound gave Long Zhantian a sliver of security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t an ordinary iron sword—it was a second-rank rune weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second-rank means the sword was forged from second-rank materials—like Xuan Huang Iron, Liuli Silver, or Sheng Jin Wood—all second-rank materials suitable for forging second-rank weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rune means the weapon is inscribed with a magical array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Named the Qing Gang Wind Array, it can be activated by yuan awareness to form a wind barrier before the user capable of blocking arrows, or unleash a powerful gust of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hilt was embedded with a mid-grade yuan stone to power the array—enough to activate it over ten times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the yuan stone’s energy is depleted, the user can still channel their own yuan energy to sustain the array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian stared at the second-rank rune sword, hesitating whether to use it—but just as he hesitated, two more waves of heat surged toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Long Zhantian made no further hesitation—he swiftly drew the rune sword, infused it with yuan awareness, and activated the array. The sword glowed with brilliant green light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian’s face was icy as he swung the sword twice without fear toward the incoming heat waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first swing summoned a wind barrier the size of a screen five steps ahead, successfully blocking both flames—the fire dissipated slowly upon impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second swing unleashed a ring of green Gang wind, instantly scattering the surrounding mist. Within moments, the smoke that had blanketed the entire arena vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the smoke gone, the two combatants and Cang Luo’s mutated Fire-Devouring Wolf reappeared in the sight of both sects’ disciples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xuan Tian Sect disciples were still puzzled why the mist had vanished—until they saw the glowing green sword in Long Zhantian’s hand. Then they erupted in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He used a rune weapon? How despicable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Cang used no weapon at all! And the match implicitly forbade weapons—let alone rune weapons!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk! Who knew Kong Sheng Academy had such thick skin? Not only relying on higher cultivation, but using rune weapons too...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian’s face flushed crimson—but it was too late. Even if he faced contempt, he must kill the Fire-Devouring Wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair and clothes were charred and torn—he looked like a beggar, even more disheveled than Cang Luo, who had just emerged from the demon beast forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian forced an excuse: “This match never forbade weapons. How am I despicable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, weapons are as essential to a warrior as beasts are—you can summon beasts, why can’t I use a weapon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, he fell silent, staring coldly at Cang Luo and the Fire-Devouring Wolf, ignoring the murmurs from the Xuan Tian Sect side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing sneered: “Brother Murong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Murong Ye was also in a bind—he was disappointed in Long Zhantian, but he was still his own disciple, and he had to protect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking, he said: “Your disciple’s strength is formidable—his beast already possesses the combat power of a second-rank demon beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Long is only at warrior ninth-rank peak. If he didn’t use a weapon, he’d lose for sure—it’s unfair to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added: “Shall we call this match a draw?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Qingqing frowned slightly—she thought a draw wasn’t unreasonable. Brother Cang, at warrior seventh-rank, had already forced his opponent into utter disgrace, bringing great honor to the Xuan Tian Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Li Haoran, who nodded. Without further thought, she agreed to declare the match a draw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cang Luo suddenly spoke: “Draw? Why draw? I took the beast, you took the weapon—let’s fight again. You haven’t fulfilled your promise to let me strike three times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, both sects turned to stare at Cang Luo. The Kong Sheng Academy disciples looked at him as if he were a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian froze, then immediately threw down the rune sword, hurriedly saying: “I’ll keep my promise. Come on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, signaling Cang Luo to attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Zhantian decided not to defend at all—he would endure all three strikes, appearing magnanimous, and redeem some of the face he lost by using the rune weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xuan Tian Sect side was equally stunned, staring at Cang Luo—though mostly with worry for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Renwu sighed: “Ah! Brother Cang is too confident. Long Zhantian is warrior ninth-rank peak—even standing still, he can endure three strikes without issue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Zhao Renli added: “Brother Cang’s action damages our Xuan Tian Sect’s honor. We could’ve settled for a draw, yet he insists on losing to Kong Sheng Academy...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone nodded in agreement, glaring reproachfully at Cang Luo.\u003C\u002Fp>",1955,"2026-06-21T06:04:04.528Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","94b7043b1805a0762f8ac9407f5eb02da391a5ec2e014c3485f69f9068bbfdcd","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-66","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-64",157,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-cover.jpg"]