Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 38 Absolute Force

Chapter 38 Absolute force

Backstage at the martial arts arena, a man was meditating and adjusting his breath, preparing for the competition that was about to begin.

Just by looking at this person's back, you can tell that he is definitely a physical practitioner with a lot of skills.

Nearly three meters tall, even sitting cross-legged on the ground, he is still a true giant.

The naked upper body has bulging muscles, and the thick log-like arms are larger than Wu You's two thighs plus one. Every muscle line under the skin is like twisted steel bars, and the muscles on both sides of the spine are His muscles were as bulging as mountains, and the shocking scars on his skin showed how many thrilling life-and-death battles he had gone through.

What a tough guy!

That face is almost a reflection of the word "macho", resolute and heroic, masculine and brave. Even a female ghost with a strong yin energy will be able to regain her yang energy just by looking at him.

Although it is said that due to personal financial resources and the sect's preference for martial arts, most of the disciples of Heavenly Mirror Sect practice swords, a few practice talismans and weapons, and physical training is almost invisible.

But there are still a few people who have pure physical cultivation, such as the person in front of them - Dong Hanhai.

This name is considered a legend in the Heavenly Mirror Sect. Even Wu You, who is new to the sect and does not pay attention to the gossip within the sect, has heard of him.

Because it's too difficult.

In a second-rate sect like Heavenly Mirror Sect, and not from a family of immortal cultivators, the path of physical cultivation is much more difficult than others.

There is no expensive Spirit Medicine Body Tempering, nor is there any elixir to stabilize the physical strength when the strength increases. I can only rely on my own perseverance to go on, which is not what ordinary monks can persist.

Dong Hanhai did it, and reached the pinnacle of the Gold Core Realm step by step, standing with talented people like Fang Shaohong.

He once hunted down the geniuses of several evil sects in order to seek opportunities that would allow him to achieve breakthroughs in enlightenment in desperate situations, and put himself on the bounty lists of several evil sects.

As for the news of invitations to compete with other sects or the famous Independent Cultivator, it can make people's ears tingle.

Heavenly Mirror Sect. None of the elders are physical practitioners, and there is no complete system for cultivating physical practitioners.

But everyone believes that when he reaches Nascent Soul and even Soul Formation, he will be able to open up a path of physical cultivation for the sect alone.

Everyone knows this.

"Dong dong."

A disciple responsible for maintaining order in the competition knocked on the door.

"Brother, it's your turn."

Dong Hanhai stood up silently and opened the door of the compartment. The explosive muscular body broke into his sight. The disciple who came to notify him couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Full of oppression.

"Thank you."

Dong Hanhai looked down at the messenger brother who had just reached his chest, and nodded his thanks. His voice was rich and heavy, which made people feel that their male hormones were bursting.

"Ahem, senior brother, you're welcome."

Even though Dong Hanhai behaved politely, the disciple still felt strong pressure and quickly got out of the way, watching him stride through the corridor.

The tall figure disappeared into the light at the end.

…

In the martial arts arena, Dong Hanhai's opponent was already standing on the opposite side waiting for him. He walked steadily and climbed the steps onto the ring.

There is absolutely no arrogance in the stereotype of physical training. Instead, it makes people feel calm and practical.

The disciple standing opposite was a young-looking junior fellow. He was full of energy and a little excited. He cupped his fists at Donghanhai and said, "I am Zhao Qing. I have long admired my senior brother."

Dong Hanhai returned the greeting, and there seemed to be a smile on his resolute face, but the majestic aura of his face was so powerful that it was hard to tell.

"I will be measured." His voice was low and gentle.

This statement has no beginning or end, but those who have seen Donghanhai fight will understand its meaning - his offensive is fierce and domineering, and he often leaves an extremely bloody look on his opponents during the fight. It is difficult not to worry that he will lose in the exchange. Don't stop.

"Senior brother, just let go of your hands and feet. I hope to see your true power." Zhao Qing replied seriously, with a serious expression.

After he finished speaking, he set up his long sword and stood ready. He chanted the mantra in his mouth and applied layers of protective techniques to himself, and the sword in his hand also surged with spiritual power.

Dong Hanhai's eyes became serious. He admired this kind of junior, passionate and straightforward.

There was a roar.

The scorching air waves spread out with the East Hanhai as the center, blowing Zhao Qing's clothes off. He let go of the suppression of the energy and blood in his body, raised his hand, and the muscles on his thick arms were tightening and bulging. The surface of the fist is covered with golden lines.

The body is eager to fight.

Dong Hanhai lunged slightly to gather strength, making no secret of his intention. He wanted to confront Zhao Qing head-on. With a fierce stamp, the ground cracked behind him like a spider web, and his figure shot out towards Zhao Qing.

coming!

As the surging blood rushed towards his face, Zhao Qing instantly tensed up his muscles, shouted loudly, and with all his strength, Zhao Qing used his strongest sword skills without reservation.

The first move of the Qingxu Sword, Kaiyun Sees the Sun, the sharp blade met the iron fist with the power to destroy the fortress!

"clang!"

Like the sound of swords clashing, Zhao Qing's long sword touched Dong Hanhai's fist, as if it had struck a piece of black iron, leaving no trace of white marks.

The spiritual shield in front of Zhao Qing had been shattered layer by layer. The huge force coming from the sword made him groan, and the sword almost came out of his hand.

If he hadn't been prepared, he wouldn't have been able to take the first blow.

"The clouds are rolling and the waves are heavy!"

Without hesitation, he connected with the follow-up move of Qingxu's sword technique, and drew a sword shadow directly to the door in front of Donghanhai.

Dong Hanhai refused to evade, the muscles on his face were bulging like a red-faced Shura, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit the incoming sword edge!

Sparks were bitten off the blade of the sword.

His five fingers were like hooks, and the wind of his fist was like a dragon. His hands were almost out of shape. He clamped Zhao Qing's sword-holding arm with one hand and punched Zhao Qing in the abdomen.

"Wha... ugh!"

Penetrates the internal organs.

Zhao Qing felt that all his internal organs had been displaced, and his body was flying under this punch. If his arms were not still being pulled, he would have flown directly to the martial arts arena.

Dong Hanhai slowly calmed down his energy and blood, his red body gradually returned to its normal color, and he let go of his hand.

"thump."

Zhao Qing, who was still twitching, fell to the ground.

The outcome has been decided.

It only took two breaths from the time he rushed over. The first punch broke the shield, and the second punch won. It was simple and crude.

This tyrannical crushing made the audience on the martial arts stage silent for a moment, and then they cheered wildly, and the shouts surged like waves.

"Eastern Hanhai! Eastern Hanhai!"

"Senior Higashi is awesome!"

…

Dong Hanhai walked off the ring holding Zhao Qing who had lost the ability to move.

Princess hug.

But Zhao Qing's whole body is not as wide as Dong Hanhai's shoulders, so it looks more like he is holding a small animal.

"How are you?"

In the medical room, Dong Hanhai placed Zhao Qing on the bed prepared for the wounded and asked with concern.

"me……"

Zhao Qing's face was ashen.

He was in a trance, and the cheers of the brothers in the stands when he was carried down by Dong Hanhai still lingered in his ears.

Sent.