My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

On the high platform, Shen Jun’s expression changed drastically. He gripped the armrest, his knuckles turning white. Bai Hong’s brow furrowed instantly. Liang Cheng’s combat prowess was extraordinary—he even had a record of injuring a True Essence Realm master. But that practitioner had been promoted through the Fire Worship Sect’s Evil Techniques and couldn’t compare to Fu Lingyun at all.

Fu Chenzhou’s lips curled into a slight smirk, but his eyes were ice-cold.

’Dare to provoke Cyan Mist City? You die!’

On the arena stage, Liang Cheng stood as straight and tall as a pine, his face expressionless.

"Is that all?"

Liang Cheng suddenly spoke, and a harsh glint flashed in Fu Lingyun’s eyes. "You’re courting death!"

Fu Lingyun placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. A clear, piercing ring of a blade being drawn burst forth. An incomparably sharp aura, mixed with a formidable pressure, erupted from him!

Pale cyan True Essence flowed around his body, and the air seemed to fill with invisible sword-like filaments.

"I won’t take unfair advantage of you today. You injured Qingyun with a Finger Sword, so I shall meet you with a Finger Sword of my own."

Then, his body moved like a wisp of smoke, his path erratic. In an instant, he was at Liang Cheng’s left, his index and middle fingers pressed together. A condensed, pale cyan Sword Qi erupted, thrusting straight toward Liang Cheng’s left side!

The Sword Qi was so sharp it felt like it was piercing his bones before it even arrived.

Fu Lingyun’s Body Technique shifted again. He darted left and right, his Finger Sword striking from every angle, each blow aimed at a vital point. His movements were unpredictable and his Sword Momentum relentless, leaving several afterimages on the stage at once.

Liang Cheng remained motionless, merely lifting his right arm and jabbing out repeatedly with his fingers formed into a sword.

Profound Yin Sword Technique: Yin Erosion.

Bone Penetration.

Shattering Origin.

Cycling through the three forms, the grayish-black Sword Qi from his fingers was like cold stars in the night, precisely meeting every incoming stream of pale cyan Sword Qi.

DING! DING! DING!

The light clashes echoed continuously. Fu Lingyun’s Finger Sword attacks, each powerful enough to pierce iron and stone, were all blocked by Liang Cheng, who met finger with finger!

Liang Cheng hadn’t moved a single inch, his expression as placid as a deep well.

Fu Lingyun’s gaze hardened.

’So this is the man who killed a True Essence master from the Fire Worship Sect. He’s certainly no ordinary True Qi Realm cultivator.’

His Body Technique quickened, leaving a trail of heavy afterimages. His Finger Sword attacks fell like a torrential downpour as a web of Sword Qi crisscrossed, blanketing the three-foot radius around Liang Cheng.

The fifth move, the sixth move...

Liang Cheng remained purely on the defensive, either tapping, parrying, or redirecting to neutralize every one of Fu Lingyun’s incoming Sword Qi attacks.

He appeared to be trapped within the Sword Net, his body like a willow catkin in the wind, drifting unpredictably through the gaps between the Sword Qi. In reality, he was handling it all with ease.

Up on the high platform, Fu Chenzhou’s earlier ease had vanished, replaced by a grave expression. Shen Jun and Bai Hong, on the other hand, looked utterly surprised and delighted.

’There’s still a chance!’

"Is dodging all you know how to do?!"

Fu Lingyun shouted coldly, his patience finally gone. He merged his Finger Sword attacks into one, and his pale cyan True Essence flared, solidifying into a three-foot-long Sword Aura that shot straight for Liang Cheng’s face!

The seventh move!

This strike unleashed the true power of the True Essence Realm. Before the Sword Aura even reached him, its ferocious sharpness made Liang Cheng’s skin tingle with pain.

’As expected of the True Essence Realm. Even my Golden Armor is reacting.’

At this moment, Liang Cheng finally moved.

He didn’t dodge or evade. Forming a sword with his fingers, he met the pale cyan Sword Aura head-on!

"Courting death!"

A vicious glint flashed in Fu Lingyun’s eyes. He channeled more True Essence, and the Sword Aura intensified.

But when the pale cyan Sword Aura met Liang Cheng’s dim, gray Sword Qi, it was shattered to pieces!

A violent turbulence of True Essence scattered in all directions. It whipped Liang Cheng’s robes about, but he himself remained utterly motionless.

The eighth move!

Fu Lingyun’s expression finally changed. "How is that possible?"

Just then, the aura around Liang Cheng shifted abruptly. ’The test is over!’

BOOM—!

A pale blue True Essence erupted from his body, surging toward the heavens.

Formidable!

Weighty!

As dense as mercury!

The moisture in the air seemed to stir, and the faint sound of ocean tides echoed around them.

The pressure it emitted was far more immense than that of Fu Lingyun’s pale cyan True Essence!

The instant the pressure of his True Essence surged, the arena floor trembled faintly, and an invisible wave of energy ruffled the clothes of the spectators in the front.

"True Essence Realm?! You’re in the True Essence Realm too?!"

Fu Lingyun cried out in astonishment, and the crowd below the stage erupted in an uproar!

On the high platform, Bai Hong shot to his feet, his eyes erupting with incredulous joy. Shen Jun also clenched his fists, leaning forward in his seat.

Liang Cheng gave Fu Lingyun no time to react.

He took a single step. Using the Wandering Dragon Step, his figure seemed to melt into the wind, reappearing an instant later at Fu Lingyun’s side.

With his fingers pressed together like a sword and wreathed in pale blue True Essence, he executed a simple thrust toward Fu Lingyun’s right shoulder.

Fu Lingyun let out a furious roar. Daring not to underestimate the attack, he erupted with his Protective True Essence at full power while simultaneously drawing the longsword at his waist.

PENG!

Sword Qi flared from the longsword, but Liang Cheng unleashed his Golden Armor at full power. He paid the attack no mind as the pale blue True Essence on his fingers erupted layer upon layer, like an incoming tide.

One wave!

Two waves!

Three waves...

Ninth Layer Unity!

PFFT!

Fu Lingyun’s Protective True Essence was instantly torn apart as if it were made of paper. With its momentum unchecked, Liang Cheng’s Sword Qi stabbed viciously into his right shoulder blade.

CRACK!

The distinct sound of bone shattering echoed throughout the arena.

"AAAAARGH—!"

Fu Lingyun shrieked in agony as his right arm went limp, the bones in his shoulder completely crushed!

Liang Cheng didn’t stop. His left hand shot out like lightning, a single finger stabbing toward Fu Lingyun’s Dantian.

Profound Yin Sword Technique: Shattering Origin.

This time, the grayish-black finger strike was infused with the immense power of his Broken Wave True Essence.

"No! I forfei—"

Before Fu Lingyun could get the last word out, the finger strike sank into his Dantian.

BOOM!

As if a muffled thunderclap had exploded within him, Fu Lingyun’s body convulsed violently. His eyes bulged, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood mixed with chunks of his internal organs.

His aura plummeted, his True Essence dissipated, and faint popping sounds echoed from his breaking Meridians. He was thrown backward like a limp sack, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena stage.

He twitched a few times, then passed out cold.

His right arm was crippled, his Dantian destroyed, his Meridians shattered.

His path on the Martial Dao was completely severed.

Liang Cheng pulled back his hand and stood with his arms clasped behind him, the True Essence around his body slowly receding.

’Elder Huang had told me there’s no need to pull my punches in the arena.’

The arena stage was shrouded in a deathly silence.

Then, cries of astonishment finally erupted from the crowd.

"True Essence Realm! Liang Cheng is in the True Essence Realm too!"

"He crippled Fu Lingyun in one move—no, two moves?!"

"A true dragon has emerged from Lin Wu City!"

In the section for Rock Solid City, the mocking expression on Shi Meng’s face had long vanished, replaced by one of utmost solemnity.

Behind him, Shi Yue, who was built like an iron pagoda, straightened his back for the first time, a raging battle lust burning in his eyes.

In the Cyan Mist City area, Fu Chenzhou’s face was livid. He stared daggers at Liang Cheng but couldn’t utter a single word. With the alliance elder nearby, he didn’t dare make a scene.

The disciples beside him scrambled onto the stage to carry Fu Lingyun away, their faces ashen.

Even someone as strong as Fu Lingyun had been defeated. Cyan Mist City was completely eliminated.

Bai Hong and Shen Jun exchanged a glance and slowly sank back into their chairs, their fingers trembling slightly.

Thirty years.

For thirty long years, Lin Wu City had suffered endless humiliation in the Tri-City Tournament.

Relief, elation, catharsis...

All sorts of emotions washed over them.

Their eyes met, and they both saw the emotions that had been suppressed for far too long, now finally unleashed.

They were finally vindicated!