Chapter 139 - 130: The Appreciation of a Blood Exchange Realm Expert! Four Symbols Internal Energy!
Zhou Heng’s pupils suddenly constricted!
Despite his rich combat experience, he could not have expected that Jiang Shu, renowned on the stage for his exceptional knife skills, would suddenly throw his knife. He completely abandoned his greatest strength, instead closing in to display his fierce, one-handed grappling skills!
Below the stage, the eyes of the Danxia Chamber of Commerce’s vice-chairman lit up. Others might not see anything special. However, to him, a Blood Exchange Realm expert, it was clear what determined victory or defeat for Martial Artists of the same realm. It wasn’t the cultivation technique, martial arts, or weaponry, but rather the resolution to cast aside life and death! The actual combat in the genius assessment was truly about this! Cultivation techniques, martial arts, and weapons were all external things; their chamber of commerce lacked none of them! Take Shang Junming on the stage, for example. In terms of cultivation techniques or martial arts, he was merely average. Only his weapon was commendable, having withstood Zhou Heng’s fierce attacks several times. Yet, the more this was so, the more it proved his decisiveness: abandoning his sole advantage for just a sliver of hope for victory. Such resolution! Even if he doesn’t make it onto the Little Dragon Tiger List in the future, he would surely carve out a renowned name for himself in the state city. Even if he lost this battle, I would personally decide to let him choose an extra Treasure from the treasury. Consider it fostering a good connection.
On the stage, Jiang Shu naturally didn’t know what the vice-chairman was thinking. His eyes narrowed to slits, his expression indifferent. His gaze fixed on Zhou Heng’s right arm as his right hand shot out to grapple. Suddenly, his strength erupted, and he executed a powerful throw!
Having already lost one battle knife and now struggling to maintain his balance, Zhou Heng naturally couldn’t withstand Jiang Shu’s full-powered burst. A tyrannical force, like a tidal wave, surged through Zhou Heng’s arm. His right arm felt as if pierced by countless needles, and in an instant, his entire body seemed to lose the ability to resist.
"Up!" Jiang Shu barked, surprisingly lifting Zhou Heng above his head and forcefully hurling him out of the ring!
Jiang Shu’s move, in truth, couldn’t inflict much damage on Zhou Heng. The Great Tombstone Hand, though comparable to a Middle Grade martial art, was still only at the small success stage, after all. Zhou Heng was no novice in the Refining Internal Realm. His foundational skills were exceptionally solid; in battle, his feet were like roots in the ground. Even with Jiang Shu’s unexpected knife throw, Jiang Shu himself could only manage to lift and quickly throw him. With Zhou Heng’s rich experience, he could easily adjust his center of gravity in mid-air and land safely.
But now, I’ve lost my alloy war knife, and that forceful throw has drained most of my strength and qi and blood. How can I possibly continue to battle Zhou Heng, who wields a pair of maces? However, this is a ring tournament! It doesn’t decide life or death, only victory or defeat! As long as Zhou Heng is thrown out by me, and as long as I remain standing on the stage, I am the victor!
Sure enough, Zhou Heng twisted in mid-air and landed steadily. The ring was too small, however; that one twist had already placed him outside it. Though unscathed, he did not re-enter the ring, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He hadn’t imagined that a seemingly certain victory would end this way due to a moment of carelessness.
On the stage, Jiang Shu panted lightly. He picked up the alloy war knife from the floor, cupped his fist in salute to Zhou Heng, then turned his gaze to the vice-chairman.