MTL - Fantasy: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

 In the other direction of the outer branch is the duel arena.

On the vast field, around the circular arena with a radius of 100 meters, many outer disciples wearing green clothes were watching the duel, and the sounds of cheers and cheers could not be heard.

Jiang Heng came from a distance and asked about the specific situation of the duel in the ring at a table not far from the ring.

“Every outer disciple can challenge, but if he fails, he can only challenge again the next day.”

 “If you win ten games in a row, you can become the second level champion.”

“Only the second challenger is qualified to challenge the challenger. After winning the challenge, he can take his place and become the new challenger, earning 10 contribution points every day.”

 The deacon in blue behind the table raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Heng, and said casually.

Jiang Heng nodded thoughtfully.

This is right. If there is no threshold to challenge the challenger, I am afraid that the challenger will be exhausted every day, so how can he have time to practice?

 He handed over his identity card and said calmly:

 “I want to challenge.”

 The deacon in blue behind the table raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Heng, and said casually.

“You are not allowed to deliberately kill your fellow disciples in the arena, but death from injury or maiming is not ruled out. Remember to prepare your weapons.”

"clear."

 …

Jiang Heng waited patiently.

ten minutes later.

“Next, outer disciple Jiang Heng! Please come on stage!”

With a loud shout, Jiang Heng immediately performed the Wind Step, and his body almost turned into the breeze, floating down to the high ring.

On the other side of the ring, a handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back. The long sword in his hand was cold, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

 This is the blood of the previous loser.

“Junior brother Jiang, now that you are on the ring, your life or death is at stake, are you ready?”

The young man's mouth widened, and his smile was a little cold.

Jiang Heng glanced at the other party and chuckled:

“This junior brother, you are quite old, and you still use small tricks of psychological oppression on me when you go into the ring, which just shows your guilty conscience!”

He clenched his fist, stirring up all the energy and blood in his body. Dragon-like arrogance enveloped his whole body, making him look powerful and domineering.

 “Come on! Let’s fight directly!”

Jiang Heng smiled ferociously and rushed forward suddenly.

 The smile of the young man holding the sword faltered, and then darkened.

 There are not a few geniuses in this world.

 So, although Jiang Heng looks like a teenager, he will never look down on the other person because of this.

 And often talented young people, even if they have high cultivation level, do not have rich practical experience.

 Therefore, verbal oppression in advance can greatly reduce the opponent's combat power and give yourself more chances of winning.

 But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Heng not only wasn't nervous, but instead acted so arrogant.

 “In that case! Come on!”

 The young man threw away all complicated thoughts and immediately entered a fighting state.

 The flames of arrogance rose, and the figure rushed out.

 Under the force of tens of thousands of kilograms, the sword in his hand shot out like lightning, or like a meteorite falling from the sky.

 It’s fast and fierce!

 The outer disciples who were watching started talking noisily.

“Where did this talented disciple Jiang Heng come from? How come I haven’t heard of him before?”

“I don’t know, but judging from his aura, he should be at the sixth level of cultivation.”

“So what about the sixth level? Without cultivation level above the seventh level, entering the duel ring is just looking for abuse. I don’t think Jiang Heng’s situation is good.”

“Yes, in martial arts practice, in addition to cultivation, martial arts skills are also very important.”

“Luo Guang is at the seventh level of cultivation, and he has mastered the Meteor Sword Technique to a proficient level.”

“A force of 70,000 jins, plus an explosion of 1.5 times, is equivalent to an explosive power of over 100,000 jins!”

“Let alone the sixth level, even if Jiang Heng has the seventh level of cultivation, his martial arts skills cannot reach the same level as Luo Guang, so Jiang Heng will definitely lose!”

 There are nearly one hundred thousand outer disciples of the entire Da Luo Sect, and when divided into each peak, there are over ten thousand people.

 This ten thousand people.

Even if the top fifty in the sect competition are excluded, the remaining strong ones must have at least the seventh level of cultivation to be qualified to compete for the championship.

 In the arena.

 “Whoops!”

Young Luo Guang’s long sword is like a shooting star.

 Extremely fast speed and fierce momentum!

Jiang Heng's body is elegant, but his momentum is violent and fierce.

 The two men faced each other and charged at each other.

next moment.

What shocked Luo Guang was that Jiang Heng did not dodge, and his heavy punch directly collided with the tip of the sword.

 “镪!”

The long sword suddenly shattered, Jiang Heng's fist power did not weaken at all, and continued to hit Luo Guang's body.

"What!"

Luo Guang’s pupils suddenly shrank.

An unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart, making his scalp numb.

 But it was too late to escape.

Jiang Heng's heavy fist suddenly came down and landed on his chest.

Under the majestic force, Luo Guang's chest was sunken, his ribs were broken, and he flew backwards while vomiting blood.

Outside the ring, there was silence for a moment.

next moment.

A roar of discussion suddenly sounded.

 “How is it possible? Such a powerful body?!”

“His fist faced a long sword with an explosive force of nearly 100,000 kilograms, and it didn’t even break the skin!”

“What’s even more outrageous is that he could completely crush Luo Guang with one punch. What an explosive power it must be!”

“Luo Guang, who has won three games in a row, can’t even make a move in front of him. He’s too strong!”

On the ring, Luo Guang curled up and lay on the ground, howling feebly.

 Two handymen walked up to the ring, carried Luo Guang down, and did a simple cleaning on the way.

“Next! Outer disciple Meng Lingxiu, please come on stage!”

Amidst the commotion, the deacon’s voice spread clearly.

"It's the former champion Meng Lingxiu! After being defeated by Pu Xingyu, he practiced quietly for half a month, and he came to challenge again!"

“The mysterious genius Jiang Heng faced off against the former champion Meng Lingxiu, tsk tsk!”

 “There’s something good to watch this time!”

“Meng Lingxiu had cultivated at the eighth level before and mastered the phantom swordsmanship at the Dacheng level. Now that he comes back, he will definitely have another breakthrough.”

“Jiang Heng is a strong man with a powerful physique and can easily crush a man with an explosive power of 100,000 kilograms.”

At this moment, a beautiful girl in a blue dress floated up and landed not far from Jiang Heng.

 Her skin is like cream, and her eyebrows are like a painting, like a fairy walking out of a painting.

At this moment, she looked at Jiang Heng solemnly.

 She also watched the battle scene just now from beginning to end.

She didn't feel that the power he showed in crushing Luo Guang was so outrageous.

 In battle, strength is not the only thing.

Her strength is not bad, her body and sword skills are stronger, and she is good at roaming and fighting. As long as she is not too far ahead of her, she has the confidence to deal with them.

 However, the opponent's powerful physique made her feel like she couldn't make a move.

 The strength of one hundred thousand kilograms cannot even break the skin.

So, how much explosive power is needed to defeat it?

“Then, we can only rely on body skills to maneuver and wait for opportunities to move!”

Meng Lingxiu made up his mind on his tactics, and then unsheathed his long sword.

 “Junior brother Jiang Heng, please!”

Meng Lingxiu clasped her hands in fists.

Jiang Heng smiled indifferently and also cupped his hands.

next moment.

 Meng Lingxiu's figure turned into a breeze and began to float away.