My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

"Just with those two fingers of yours?!"

Liu Qingyun looked as if he’d just heard the joke of the century. He tightened his grip on his sword, the blade humming as a frigid aura radiated outwards.

With that, Liu Qingyun moved. Sword Qi flared, aimed straight for Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng simply stood in place, casually pointing forward with the sword-finger of his right hand.

[Profound Yin Sword Technique·Yin Erosion]!

A thin, gray-black strand of Sword Qi shot from his fingertip. It was completely silent, imbued with a deathly, yin-cold stillness, as it stabbed straight toward the vital point on Liu Qingyun’s right wrist!

Liu Qingyun’s pupils shrank. A Martial Artist’s instinct told him he was in danger!

"A fine move!"

He let out a sharp cry and pushed his Cold Plum Swordsmanship to its limit. The sword’s light surged, and blossoms of razor-edged ice crystals, as solid as real flowers, instantly bloomed before him to form a brilliant and sturdy curtain of ice.

This was precisely his ultimate defensive technique.

Cold Plum Thousand Blooms!

But the moment the gray-black Sword Qi touched the ice crystal plum blossoms, it wasn’t frozen. Instead, it seemed to "melt" into the brilliant, cold light.

SIZZLE...

A faint, corrosive sound could be heard.

To his horror, Liu Qingyun discovered that his previously invincible Cold Plum Sword Qi was rapidly dissolving and collapsing upon contact with the gray-black Sword Qi!

The next moment, the True Qi in his curtain of swords backlashed against him!

"PUAH!"

Liu Qingyun’s face turned pale as blood surged up his throat, and the radiance of his sword curtain dimmed drastically.

"The first finger."

Liang Cheng’s icy voice followed.

Then, maintaining his sword-finger, he aimed a second time. An even more condensed gray-black Finger Force stabbed toward the Danzhong Acupoint on Liu Qingyun’s chest.

[Profound Yin Sword Technique·Bone Penetration]!

Liu Qingyun was caught off-balance, his old power spent and new power yet to rise. Reeling from the Sword Qi backlash, his internal True Qi in turmoil, he could only barely raise his sword to block while frantically summoning his Protective True Qi.

"CLANG!"

The gray-black Finger Force struck the body of the Cold Qilin Sword. Immediately after, a strange, bone-chillingly yin-cold Power passed through the sword, drilled into the Meridians of his arm, and shot straight for his heart and lungs!

"Argh!"

Liu Qingyun felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. His entire right arm was instantly covered in a faint gray-black layer. It was bone-chillingly cold, yet also burned with a strange pain. His Meridians were damaged.

He could no longer hold his sword. The Cold Qilin Sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground. He staggered back, his right arm hanging limply. The yin-cold energy had invaded his body, and his lips had turned a purplish-blue.

"The second finger."

Then, Liang Cheng took another step forward. They were now less than ten feet apart. He slowly extended his third finger, locking onto Liu Qingyun’s aura, making escape impossible.

[Profound Yin Sword Technique·Shattering Origin]!

"No!! I surren—"

Watching the finger strike directly at his Dantian, Liu Qingyun was scared out of his wits and screamed, trying to surrender.

On the high platform, Fu Chenzhou shot to his feet. But before he could even speak, the winner on the stage had already been decided.

The gray-black gleam of Sword Qi from Liang Cheng’s finger gently touched Liu Qingyun’s lower abdomen, right over his Dantian.

Liu Qingyun, however, looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. His entire body trembled violently, and his eyes bulged.

His Elixir Field and Sea of Qi, which he had painstakingly cultivated for many years, silently exploded!

"PUAAH—!"

A large mouthful of fresh blood sprayed violently from Liu Qingyun’s mouth.

The once-powerful aura around him collapsed like an avalanche. His face changed from purplish-blue to deathly gray. He staggered back seven or eight steps before finally collapsing weakly to his knees. He clutched his lower abdomen tightly with both hands, his body trembling unceasingly from the extreme pain.

’This time, I’ve probably lost seventy or eighty percent of my cultivation. My foundation is completely destroyed. It’ll be nearly impossible to recover!’

Three fingers.

Just three fingers.

The second-strongest member of Cyan Mist City’s younger generation not only had his right arm crippled and his Dantian destroyed, but his future on the Martial Dao was now almost completely severed!

Liang Cheng slowly withdrew his sword-finger. He gave Liu Qingyun an indifferent glance, then turned toward the contingent from Cyan Mist City, his tone still placid.

"Next."

The entire arena fell deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

There had been no intense clash of blades, only three nonchalant finger-strikes. Yet, they were more terrifying and chilling than any ferocious Saber Technique!

The playful smile on Shi Meng’s face from the Rock Solid City contingent froze, his expression turning grim. Fu Chenzhou from Cyan Mist City was already on his feet, staring daggers at Liang Cheng, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.

Shen Jun let out a long sigh of relief and slowly leaned back in his chair. Bai Hong’s hand, which had been stroking his beard, froze mid-air, his eyes filled with gratification.

Down below, Han Li let out a wild roar, absolutely ecstatic!

Liu Qingyun was hurriedly carried off the stage by people from Cyan Mist City, his face ashen, his breathing faint.

Even if he managed to survive, his path on the Martial Dao was essentially cut short.

On the stage, Liang Cheng still stood quietly. From the direction of Cyan Mist City, a heart-pounding, oppressive aura was slowly beginning to rise.

"That’s enough."

An indifferent voice spoke, and the crowd automatically parted.

A young man dressed in a brocade robe walked out slowly.

His features weren’t particularly outstanding, but his eyes were calm, his steps as steady as a mountain. There was no True Qi surging around him, yet he possessed a natural and commanding presence.

The number one of Cyan Mist City’s younger generation, Fu Lingyun.

"Senior Brother Fu!"

The spirits of the Cyan Mist City disciples lifted. Liu Qingyun had lost, but Senior Brother Fu was different.

Fu Lingyun stepped onto the stage, his gaze falling on Liang Cheng. Then he took a single step forward, and the entire atmosphere changed in an instant!

BOOM—!

A vast and majestic pressure, like a slumbering Fierce Beast suddenly awakened, erupted from within his body!

A faint cyan luster of True Essence flowed around his body, and the very air seemed to freeze. Spectators sitting closer to the stage felt their breath catch in their throats, their chests tightening uncomfortably!

The True Essence Realm!

Fu Lingyun had actually broken through to the True Essence Realm!

"What?!"

"The pressure of True Essence?! Fu Lingyun broke through?!"

"Cyan Mist City was actually hiding a disciple in the True Essence Realm?!"

"True Essence and True Qi are worlds apart! Although Liang Zhenchuan is astonishingly talented, he’s still only in the True Qi Realm..."

"What a pity. Lin Wu City finally produced such a genius, only for this to happen..."

A wave of horrified gasps swept through the entire arena.

No one had expected Fu Lingyun to have crossed that heavenly chasm. Just moments ago, Lin Wu City’s morale had soared after Liu Qingyun’s crushing defeat, but now it was replaced with worry.