Fantasy: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

Pu Xingyu immediately suppressed his words as soon as they came to his lips.

Qi and blood surged, and the majestic power of qi and blood made the air around him begin to stir.

 “Boy! You are looking for death!”

 He drew his sword from its sheath.

With a kick of his feet, his figure also shot out.

 Shrouded in arrogance, the two of them crashed into each other like violent giant beasts.

Jiang Heng's initial level of cultivation at the sixth level has a strength of more than 60,000 kilograms, coupled with the 3.2-fold increase in explosive power at the entry level of Xuan level [Broken Mountain Fist].

 Has the explosive power of 200,000 kilograms!

Although it is only slightly better than Pu Xingyu.

 But Jiang Heng's physical strength is much stronger than his opponent.

 “Boom!”

 The blade and the fist faced each other, and the violent air waves centered on the two of them and slapped away in all directions.

 Jiang Heng remained motionless.

Pu Xingyu's sword almost flew away and he took a step back.

 The two are at a standstill.

 Everyone in the audience was suddenly in an uproar.

“Jiang Heng’s explosive power is actually stronger than Pu Xingyu!”

“Physique, movement, and strength are all at the top of the physical realm! What a monster-like young man!”

“At present, he is still young and his cultivation level is limited. Once he reaches the tenth level of physical realm, he is definitely expected to compete for the championship in the sect competition!”

As soon as these words came out, there was a cry of exclamation immediately.

You must know that those who can become the outer disciples of Daluo Sect are already top geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people.

And the sect competition is where the strongest one stands out among the nearly 10,000 talented outer sect disciples on the Eighth Peak!

 In the arena.

 The two of them paid no attention to the comments in the audience.

Jiang Heng raised his hand and looked at it.

 I saw a faint red mark appearing on three of my knuckles.

“Your weapon is good, but it actually made my hand feel a little pain.”

 “Come again!”

 Jiang Heng rushed forward and punched again!

Pu Xingyu’s right hand holding the knife trembled slightly, his eyes full of shock.

What others don’t know is that the long sword in his hand is a treasure-level weapon!

　　Blowing hair and breaking hair, cutting iron like clay are all idle.

Faced with ordinary mortal weapons, even hundreds of forged weapons can be easily cut.

 But now, in the case of a head-on collision, there was only an invisible red mark left on Jiang Heng's hand.

Is this kind of powerful and invincible body really possible in the physical realm?

Pu Xingyu's thoughts were complicated, but when faced with Jiang Heng charging forward again, he could only face him with his sword.

 “Boom!”

 “Boom!”

 The two of them collided violently continuously!

 Invisible shock waves raged crazily around!

 The earth is shattered and the air waves are rolling!

Finally, the long knife in Pu Xingyu's hand flew away, and the door opened wide.

Jiang Heng punched him again, hitting him in the chest.

Pu Xingyu vomited blood and flew out upside down.

Jiang Heng refused to give up and chased after him as soon as his feet moved.

Grabbed Pu Xingyu's hair with his left hand to stop his retreat, and punched him again with his right hand.

"bump!"

"bump!"

"bump!"

 Let go and let Pu Xingyu's figure fall to the ground.

 In my mind, the system prompts sounded at the right time.

“Ding! Win the battle and get 100 potential points.”

The deacon jumped up and came to Pu Xingyu's side. After briefly checking his injuries, he announced:

 “Winner—Jiang Heng!”

 “From today onwards, Jiang Heng becomes the new challenger!”

 The cheers of the crowd suddenly burst out!

 At this time.

“It’s just the champion of a duel ring. People who don’t know better think who won the sect competition!”

 A disdainful word came from outside the ring.

 Everyone turned their heads and immediately saw the ugly young man standing not far from Meng Lingxiu.

Meng Lingxiu quietly moved aside and continued to move away.

 Jiang Heng, who was about to step down, also set his sights on it.

 The audience in the audience let out continuous exclamations at this time.

 “He is Qi Peng! Qi Peng, the number one person in the outer sect!”

"Why would he come to watch the duel in the ring? Given his level, he should be looked down upon."

"Interesting! Qi Peng, the number one person in the outer sect, seems to be provoking Jiang Heng?"

 “Will there be a fight?”

“With Qi Peng’s strength, Jiang Heng is no match for him now.”

Hearing everyone's discussion, Qi Peng held his head high and looked at Jiang Heng on the ring with a very disdainful look.

“Jiang Heng, I heard that you bullied Meng Lingxiu yesterday.”

“I would like to see if you, being so arrogant and rude, can block my sword?”

Meng Lingxiu on the side clenched her fists and glared at Qi Peng fiercely.

Jiang Heng’s eyes were calm, with a faint smile on his face.

“Are you Qi Peng, the champion of last year’s Eighth Peak Sect Competition?”

The sect competition is an event held separately by each peak as a unit. In fact, it is not considered the first person in the outer sect of the entire Daluo sect.

However, when people are carrying people in sedan chairs, everyone usually directly calls the winner of the sect competition the first person in the outer sect.

Jiang Heng pointed it out deliberately, just to suppress his arrogance a little.

 Qi Peng’s expression froze.

He was proud and arrogant. When he saw Jiang Heng's careless attitude, he felt an unknown anger rising in his heart, and he immediately shouted coldly:

 “That’s right!”

“Jiang Heng, don’t just bully girls. Do you have the guts to duel with me?”

Meng Lingxiu on the side stared at Qi Peng again.

 Murderous!

Qi Peng was shocked and turned around, only to see Meng Lingxiu's frost-covered side face.

 He looked around again in surprise.

He didn't find the source of the murderous intent, so he turned to look at Jiang Heng on the ring, waiting for the opponent's response.

"good!"

Jiang Heng replied nonchalantly.

“One month later, there will be a sect competition, and then we will have a formal battle in front of everyone.”

"Or, if you are not sure about entering the final battle again, then half a month later, we will still be here, and you and I will fight."

 “You choose one!”

 Qi Peng was startled.

 He originally wanted to have a duel now.

 But now that Jiang Heng’s words have come to this point, he can’t put forward any more conditions.

 Besides, Jiang Heng had just fought a big battle.

Even if he wins, others will think that he is taking advantage of others' danger and cannot win with force.

“Then I’ll keep you for another month and see you in the ring then!”

"However, even if you are unable to enter the final battle by then, I will still fight you alone."

“No matter how clever you are, you can’t escape this battle!”

After saying that, he turned around and left.