Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 158: Kill with Three Punches

Zhong Lin leaped forward, using the low buildings to rush into the distance.

On the distant city wall, a middle-aged man dressed in black stood atop it.

The man looked to be in his thirties, tall and imposing, with a cold and stern face, and a prominent hooked nose that gave him a sense of aloofness and intimidation.

He carried a weapon on his back, wrapped in cloth, and judging by its shape, it was clearly a large blade.

The recent Flying Stone was shot by him, and after being blocked by Zhong Lin, Qi Feihu was also beheaded with one strike.

Facing his own brother being beheaded, this person showed no sign of sorrow, not even a flicker of emotion on his face, as if that person was a complete stranger.

"Qi Feilong?"

Zhong Lin had seen a portrait of Qi Feilong; indeed, it was this person before him, though his expression seemed a bit off.

"Who are you?"

"Your brother has been beheaded."

"I saw, just a useless piece of trash, dead is dead," Qi Feilong replied coldly.

Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow, curious, "If you don’t care about his life or death, why come to break him out?"

"After all, he’s my brother from the same mother, I can kill him, but others cannot."

"He’s already dead now."

"No matter, I can avenge him, it’s just a bit troublesome."

"Too bad, you won’t be able to avenge this grudge."

Neither spoke further, their auras steadily rising.

In the next moment, both took a step forward, inner breath surging from their dantians.

Boom!

The entire city wall shook violently at their steps, some bricks even directly shattered and crumbled.

No fancy tricks, both directly threw punches.

Even so, the terrifying force of Upper Third Grades martial artists was not something other martial artists could withstand.

Boom!

Their fists collided with each other without any flourish.

A wave of terrifying pressure spread out from their fists, like ripples emanating from a stone thrown into a pond.

And as it spread, it grew more and more turbulent, like rolling tides.

Compared to Middle Third Grades martial artists, the speed, power, and reaction ability of Upper Third Grades martial artists were unmatched.

"Strong inner breath."

Qi Feilong’s face changed slightly.

Zhong Lin also slightly narrowed his eyes, calmly saying, "You’re not bad either."

With just one strike, Zhong Lin had already gauged Qi Feilong’s cultivation, roughly at the fourth level of Tongmai, having opened the meridians in his arms and legs.

Of course, the cultivation might also be concealed.

Qi Feilong’s expression was extremely grave; he could sense Zhong Lin’s inner breath was stronger than his own, but he was not afraid.

The battle between martial artists wasn’t just about comparing realm, nor just about strength.

There were many secret techniques and martial arts that could amplify strength.

However, fighting a strong individual of unknown depth over a useless and already dead brother was not wise.

The martial artist before him was clearly brought in to support, at worst he could wait for this person to leave and then come back to kill the Black Mountain County prefect.

"Sir, I concede today, shall we stop here? I will leave Black Mountain County right away, continuing to fight would mean a battle to the death."

"Alright."

A faint smile appeared on Zhong Lin’s lips.

But before Qi Feilong could feel relieved, Zhong Lin continued, "If you can withstand two more punches from me, you can leave."

"Two punches?"

Qi Feilong’s face instantly turned cold, anger rising in his heart—did he really think he had the upper hand?

His right hand instinctively reached for the long blade on his back, ready to burst into action.

"That’s right, just two punches. It’s rare to meet a high-level opponent of the same realm, wouldn’t it be a pity not to spar a little?" Zhong Lin deliberately disguised himself as a man obsessed with martial arts.

Hearing this, Qi Feilong finally calmed his anger, falling silent for a moment before saying, "Alright, just two punches."

Qi Feilong agreed, but a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes.

If he got the chance, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill Zhong Lin after the two punches.

For someone like Qi Feilong, pride was nothing; as long as he could kill his opponent, he would use any means necessary.

The two stood still, three zhang apart.

Suddenly, Zhong Lin moved.

This movement was like the roaring sea, as if even Qi Feilong’s ears heard the ocean’s roar.

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Zhong Lin took a high position, throwing a punch, executing a martial art technique from the "Water Scripture."

Strictly speaking, it was a secret technique.

It embodies the idea of the "Endless Ocean, Wave after Wave."

Like ocean tides, rising and falling, the force was continuous, breaking out three times the power in one eruption.

This secret technique was not constrained to hand skills, fist techniques, or weapons; it’s merely an amplifying technique.

Zhong Lin merged five Heavenly Grade cultivation techniques into one, his inner breath already surpassing others of the same realm by several times, and with this secret technique, he could even challenge a First Grade Martial Artist.

On the other side, Qi Feilong knew nothing, also throwing a punch, seemingly executing a martial art technique as well, although the enhancement was minimal.

Bang!

The two collided fiercely.

Qi Feilong originally had a smile on his face, but as his fist collided with Zhong Lin’s, his expression instantly changed.

He could feel a force like mountains and seas surging from Zhong Lin’s fist.

The terrifying force was mighty and overwhelming.

Even with Qi Feilong’s cultivation at the fourth level of Tongmai, he felt his arm reaching its limit.

But this wasn’t over; Zhong Lin threw another punch.

"Canglang Water" was originally a continuous move, as long as the body could withstand it, it could be executed indefinitely, leaving no breathing room for the opponent.

Watching Zhong Lin throw another punch, it really seemed like a terrifying tide that covered the sky and earth, charging towards him.

At that moment, Qi Feilong felt the breath of death.

This punch, he truly could not block.

Moreover, within this excessive force, there was an extremely dark internal force, which permeated his organs like needles through the arm’s meridians.

"Ah!"

Qi Feilong roared in anger, reaching for the long blade on his back.

He called himself "One Strike Sky," all his abilities focused on that blade.

"Thinking about drawing the blade now, it’s too late."

That mighty ocean-like force erupted completely, sweeping over in an instant.

"Ah..."

Qi Feilong’s arm instantly snapped.

The terrifying force fell upon him in a flash.

Instantly, Qi Feilong exploded like a balloon with a "bang."

The surroundings were drenched in a rain of blood.

Qi Feilong couldn’t even manage a scream before he was blasted apart, reduced to countless pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground.

The treasured blade wrapped in cloth behind him also fell to the ground, never drawn to the very end.

The so-called "One Strike Sky," he never got to display his blade technique till his death.

Zhong Lin could still recall Qi Feilong’s final look of shock, puzzlement, and unwillingness.