Chapter 66: New Martial Technique

Cang Luo ignored the idle chatter and reproachful glances of the Profound Heaven Sect members, as well as the sneering expressions of the Kong Sheng Academy, recalled his beast companion Erha, and stood up to walk toward Long Zhantian.

His beast companion Erha should not fight again; otherwise, such unrestrained consumption of Qi would inevitably draw suspicion.

The match had already reached this point; he had deeply offended the opponent and prematurely revealed his trump card, Erha. Cang Luo did not want to end it here.

At the very least, he needed to test whether he had the strength to fight a Warrior Ninth Layer peak cultivator.

Just now, while pretending to recover his Qi, Cang Luo suddenly conceived a new technique that could slightly enhance the power of Thunderclap Palm—perfect for testing its strength on Long Zhantian.

You weren’t going to let me have three strikes? Fine—I’ll take your three strikes. If I can’t even injure you, I’ll surrender outright.

That was Cang Luo’s thought: three free hits—why not take them? After landing them, he’d run.

Opposite him, Long Zhantian’s gloomy face had already guessed Cang Luo’s plan.

Hmph! A foolish fool who doesn’t know his own death. You think you can land three strikes and then surrender? Do you think I’ll give you that chance?

Long Zhantian decided that after Cang Luo finished his third strike, he would give him no chance to surrender—he would strike with thunderous force and leave him half-dead.

At this moment, Cang Luo had already reached within two meters of Long Zhantian. Looking up at the taller man’s towering frame, he couldn’t help but marvel at how much stronger the physical constitution of warriors on the Yuanwu Continent was compared to Earth humans.

Cang Luo glanced around at the disciples of both sects—all teenagers aged fifteen or sixteen, the males generally over one meter seventy, with sturdy builds.

Of course, there were exceptions, like Fatty Wang Fuhai.

The females, all fair-skinned and beautiful, with balanced figures; a few were downright seductive, with curvaceous bodies that made Cang Luo’s heart itch.

Girls, you’re still in high school back on Earth—how are you all looking like models?

How are the male disciples supposed to keep their composure?

Cang Luo had long heard from Li Zhan that many female laborer disciples in the Profound Heaven Town were willing to sell their bodies for a bit of cultivation resources.

Should I find an opportunity to visit the Profound Heaven Town?

Now that I’m an outer sect disciple with Warrior Seventh Layer cultivation, why not go give some guidance to those junior sisters who haven’t even become warriors yet?

Maybe they don’t even know where their dantian is.

Junior sister, come on—lift up your clothes, Senior Brother will show you where your dantian is...

Shaking his head to end the fantasy, Cang Luo said calmly, “Senior Brother Long, we’ve had many misunderstandings today. I hope after this match, we can still drink and chat together.”

Long Zhantian looked down at Cang Luo and refused to speak, utterly disdainful.

Cang Luo didn’t mind; he smiled lightly. “Thank you, Senior Brother Long, for letting me have three strikes. I’m about to strike!”

Long Zhantian sneered slightly, still saying nothing, but secretly circulating Qi through his Qi Wheel to reinforce his body.

Cang Luo frowned. Because he was so close to Long Zhantian, he could almost feel the surging Qi within the other man boiling and swelling, on the verge of bursting out.

Only now did Cang Luo truly realize how terrifyingly strong Long Zhantian was—Warrior Ninth Layer peak, just one step away from Warlord cultivation, his Qi on the verge of condensing into Gangqi .

Warriors focus on physical conditioning; their combat methods are simplistic, relying almost entirely on close-range bodily combat.

Warlords, however, can condense Qi into Gangqi and fight with it—its power far exceeds that of bare fists or feet, rivaling ordinary swords and blades.

Above Warlord, cultivators mostly fight with Gangqi ; the higher the cultivation, the stronger and more versatile the Gangqi becomes.

At the Warmaster level, one can form a protective layer of Gangqi over the body’s surface.

At the War Spirit level, Gangqi can leave the body to attack—this is when martial techniques undergo a qualitative transformation, and one’s power surges dramatically...

Just now, the green Gangfeng Long Zhantian slashed out with his second-grade rune sword was actually an application of Gangqi at the War Spirit level, known as Sword Qi Slash.

Of course, the Sword Qi Slash produced by the second-grade rune sword’s Green Gang Wind Array was certainly weaker than that of a true War Spirit cultivator.

Cang Luo took a deep breath, stepped forward two paces, lowered into a stable horse stance, and activated his Qi Wheel to channel Thunderclap Palm with his Thunder Qi.

He let out a soft cry: “First strike!”

The moment he spoke, he thrust his palm forward, striking just below Long Zhantian’s chest.

Yet, aside from a dull thud, this strike inflicted no effective damage on Long Zhantian.

Long Zhantian stood motionless, still towering over him, looking down with contempt and smiling faintly: “That’s it for the first strike? Use more force.”

At this point, Long Zhantian already felt the match was won. Cang Luo’s previous strike had only caused a momentary numbness in his chest, quickly dispelled by his protective Qi.

Behind them, the Kong Sheng Academy disciples burst into quiet laughter; the Profound Heaven Sect members sighed. Both sides clearly saw that Cang Luo was no match for Long Zhantian.

Cang Luo’s expression remained cold, unaffected by external noise. He once again gathered Thunder Qi and activated Thunderclap Palm.

This time, he channeled thirty percent more Thunder Qi than before—in other words, thirty percent more power.

Cang Luo’s dantian contained three types of Qi: Thunder Qi absorbed from the Thunder Qi Scripture, Yang Qi absorbed from the Body Destruction Divine Art, and neutral Qi provided by the satellite.

Of these, Thunder Qi was the least—less than twenty percent of the total—because Cang Luo had rarely trained the low-grade Yellow Thunder Qi Scripture for a long time.

At this moment, although some Thunder Qi remained, it was insufficient to further charge Thunderclap Palm. The additional thirty percent was already the maximum capacity Thunderclap Palm could hold.

Thunderclap Palm’s maximum power ended here.

After all, Thunderclap Palm was only a low-grade Yellow martial technique.

Fully charged, Cang Luo struck again, palm slamming into Long Zhantian’s chest—powerful, with a faint crackling sound of electricity.

Long Zhantian grunted, his expression shifting slightly, stepping half a pace backward with his left foot.

Clearly, Cang Luo’s maximum-power Thunderclap Palm had caused him some injury—but only that. It had not broken through his defense.

“That stung a bit,” Long Zhantian chuckled, patting his chest, then added with slight confusion: “Your Qi recovery is unusually fast...”

Long Zhantian had to be puzzled. Cang Luo was only Warrior Seventh Layer; after summoning his beast companion once, his Qi should have been completely depleted, leaving him unable to fight.

Yet now, he still had enough Qi to unleash Thunderclap Palm—with considerable power.

Was his Qi recovery speed unusually high?

Or was his Qi reserve unusually large?

Long Zhantian thought for a moment, recalling Cang Luo’s previous match against Sima Ling, where he shattered the True Yang Fist. Ultimately, he concluded that Cang Luo’s Qi reserve was simply larger than an ordinary Warrior’s.

Without further thought, he continued: “I’ve let you have two strikes. One left.”

Saying this, Long Zhantian secretly activated the Spring Autumn Palm Technique, ready to strike back the instant Cang Luo finished his third strike—crushing him, denying him any chance to surrender.

Cang Luo said nothing. Though slightly uneasy inside, his face remained calm. He turned to glance at the Profound Heaven Sect disciples—they still wore expressions of worry and blame.

He looked again at Xiang Yunjiao in the crowd—she was the only person Cang Luo cared about on the Yuanwu Continent.

On his first day of reincarnation, he had playfully teased her, then been provoked by Chen Dahu; Xiang Yunjiao had stepped forward to defend him...

Cang Luo was a man who remembered gratitude.

Yet on the Yuanwu Continent, where strength was supreme, without power, everything was empty talk.

Thinking of this, his gaze shifted from vague confusion to firm resolve—even a touch of ruthlessness.

Long Zhantian sensed the change in Cang Luo’s aura, his heart stirred slightly, and he barked: “Hurry up and strike!”

Cang Luo turned back, still silent, and gave Chen Dahu a cool glance, thinking: Today, you, Long Zhantian, will be the stepping stone for my martial path!

Saying nothing, Cang Luo instantly activated the Body Destruction Divine Art. His blood boiled instantly, his skin grew hot; his burning blood and cells multiplied his strength several times over.

At this moment, Cang Luo felt as if divinely aided—he could fight a Warrior Ninth Layer peak!

After activating the Body Destruction Divine Art, Cang Luo once again channeled Thunderclap Palm.

Inside his dantian, the last remaining Thunder Qi gathered entirely into his right palm. Through his meridians, the Thunder Qi crackled loudly, poised to unleash.

Once the Thunder Qi fully charged Thunderclap Palm, Cang Luo activated his Qi Wheel again.

This time, he used the Earth-grade Supreme Body Destruction Divine Art to drive his Qi Wheel. Seven milky-white, gaseous Qi Wheels spun violently within his dantian, furiously churning the Yang Qi absorbed by the Body Destruction Divine Art.

Then, the Yang Qi surged violently through his meridians into his right palm, charging Thunderclap Palm.

Simultaneously, the satellite’s neutral Qi also began pouring wildly into his right palm, charging Thunderclap Palm.

The three types of Qi—Thunder, Yang, and neutral—fused fiercely within his right forearm and palm, undergoing a qualitative transformation...

Under inner observation, the three pale blue electric currents in his forearm, after merging with the orange Yang Qi and milky-white neutral Qi, had turned pale purple.

Three pale purple currents crackled within his meridians, nearly bursting out, making the fine hairs on his arm stand on end...

Originally, Yang Qi could not charge Thunderclap Palm, a Thunder-based martial technique.

Because Yang Qi, besides being antagonistic to Yin Qi, had no mutual affinity or opposition with any other Qi type—it could not charge Thunderclap Palm.

But Cang Luo discovered that the satellite’s neutral Qi could fuse with both Yang Qi and Thunder Qi.

He didn’t know whether this discovery was good or bad—but he assumed it was good.

At the very least, it had created a new Thunderclap Palm.

No—this was no longer Thunderclap Palm.

Cang Luo thought for a moment, then suddenly roared: “Dragon Slaying Palm!”

The moment he shouted, his right palm shot forward. The Dragon Slaying Palm, fused with three types of Qi, smashed through all resistance with thunderous force, striking Long Zhantian’s chest.

Boom!

A deafening crash echoed as Cang Luo’s right forearm bone shattered under the power of Dragon Slaying Palm.

Long Zhantian, utterly stunned, was blasted backward and collapsed, blood gushing from his mouth.

Cang Luo grunted in pain, his right arm agony searing—he immediately halted the Body Destruction Divine Art, began healing with infinite Qi, and stared at the fallen Long Zhantian, roaring: “Three strikes delivered! Senior Brother Long—dare you fight on?!”

No one answered. The entire arena fell silent.

After a moment, two disciples from the Kong Sheng Academy rushed to Long Zhantian’s side and found him unable to speak from pain.

After a quick examination, one of them exclaimed in shock: “Senior Brother Murong, Senior Brother Long’s chest bones are nearly... shattered!”

Murong Ye heard this and instantly appeared beside Long Zhantian, pulling a pill from his storage ring and forcing it into his mouth, then channeling Qi to heal him.

Only now did the Profound Heaven Sect disciples snap out of their shock, staring at the fallen Long Zhantian, then at Cang Luo’s clearly broken right arm.

Some were whispering about what martial technique Cang Luo had just used—how could one palm strike have sent a Warrior Ninth Layer peak flying, blood gushing, ribs shattered?

Xuan Qingqing walked over to Cang Luo, glanced at him in surprise, then seized his right arm. Her delicate brows immediately knitted together. She quickly pulled a bone-healing pill from her storage ring and forced it into his mouth.

Cang Luo swallowed the pill, gritting his teeth as he smiled: “Senior Sister, your junior brother has not disgraced the Profound Heaven Sect!”