High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Chapter 33 Challenge

Wang Tieshan had already reached his position: "Kid, are you ready?"

Song Chen walked over and stood opposite him: "Ready?"

The stands fell silent, and everyone stared at the two people in the arena.

Wang Tieshan stretched his shoulders and assumed a starting stance: "I'll give you three moves. I won't fight back within those three moves. After that, you'd better watch out."

Song Chen shook his head: "No need to give way."

Wang Tieshan was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"No need to wait, just come on over."

The stands erupted in chaos.

"Has this kid gone mad?"

"Not even three moves? Who does he think he is?"

"Deacon Wang, teach him a lesson!"

Li Wei, sitting in her seat, became excited: "Good job, Brother Chen! You took down that Wang Datou!"

Song Chen did not respond, but simply stood there, his right hand on the hilt of his knife, his gaze calmly fixed on Wang Tieshan.

Wang Tieshan stared at him for a few seconds, then he laughed: "Interesting, then I won't be polite."

He moved as soon as he finished speaking.

The speed of a peak second-tier cultivator was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he covered a distance of ten meters and struck Song Chen's chest with a palm. This palm strike was without any fancy moves; it was the purest attack that relied on brute force. The palm wind howled, carrying a sharp and fierce energy. An ordinary first-tier cultivator would be seriously injured if hit by this palm strike.

Song Chen did not retreat. He turned to the side to avoid the palm strike, and at the same time drew his sword with his right hand.

With a flash of light, Wang Tieshan's pupils contracted slightly. The strike was too fast, so fast that he almost didn't have time to react. The blade grazed his arm, and he withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"Such a fast blade, something's not right. How can a first-tier blade be this fast?"

Wang Tieshan suddenly became serious.

Song Chen didn't pursue. He stood still, the tip of his knife touching the ground: "Again."

Wang Tieshan's eyes changed. He no longer underestimated this young man. He took a deep breath, and his blood and qi surged throughout his body. He was like a tiger that had just awakened.

"Watch out!"

He charged forward again, this time faster and with greater power, striking with both palms, each palm carrying the power to shatter stone.

Song Chen moved. His knife was like a bolt of lightning, leaving streaks in the air. The light of the knife and the shadow of the palm intertwined, producing a dense clashing sound.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

That was the sound of a blade colliding with the force of a palm strike.

Wang Tieshan wore specially made alloy gloves on his hands, which allowed him to withstand weapons head-on. With the power of his peak second-tier blood and qi, each of his palm strikes was as heavy as ten thousand pounds. However, Song Chen's knife was even faster, so fast that Wang Tieshan couldn't even touch it.

The two moved quickly across the field, leaving deep knife marks and palm prints on the alloy floor wherever they went.

Everyone in the stands was stunned.

"This...this kid is really only at level one?"

"He and Deacon Wang fought to a draw?"

"No, look, Deacon Wang is on the defensive!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Indeed, the situation on the field gradually became clear. Song Chen's knife became faster and faster, and his attacks became more and more fierce. Wang Tieshan went from taking the initiative to attacking to taking the defensive, and finally even began to retreat.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn't block Song Chen's knife. The knife was too fast and too sharp. It was so fast that even though he could clearly see the blade, his body couldn't react in time.

Even more terrifying was that the knife was imbued with the power of lightning. With each collision, a wisp of electricity would travel through the alloy glove, causing his arm to tingle slightly. Although not fatal, the cumulative effect noticeably slowed his movements.

Just who is this kid?

In the stands, the martial artists who had been waiting to see the spectacle were now completely silent.

At the edge of the martial arts arena, an old man appeared out of nowhere. He watched the battle unfold, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The martial artists nearby all stood up respectfully: "Master, what brings you here?"

The old man waved his hand but didn't say anything.

His gaze fell on Song Chen, and he became more and more surprised as he looked at her.

At eighteen years old, his Qi and Blood Value was at the peak of the first rank, and he was about to break through to the second rank. This was nothing special. He had seen many geniuses. B-rank superpowers were a bit rare, but there were quite a few geniuses among those he had met.

What truly moved the old man was Song Chen's swordsmanship. With his level of understanding, he could easily tell that Song Chen's swordsmanship was not high-level, only C-level. But he had actually mastered this C-level swordsmanship.

Eighteen years old, mastering C-level combat skills—what does that mean? It means that this kid's understanding of martial arts has surpassed that of the vast majority of third-tier martial artists, and even many fourth-tier and fifth-tier martial artists do not understand martial arts as well as him. It means that his talent in swordsmanship is among the best he has ever seen.

And that murderous aura—that's something you only get after killing countless strange beasts.

This kid...

The old man suddenly laughed: "Interesting."

The Bloodbath Blade Technique at its peak is the foundation of Song Chen's confidence.

The battle had reached a fever pitch.

Song Chen's blade moved faster and faster, and the lightning on it grew stronger. Purple electric light coiled around the blade, and each swing was accompanied by a crackling sound.

Wang Tieshan had already retreated more than ten steps, his back almost hitting the edge of the stands. His hands were trembling, not from exhaustion, but from the electric shock.

What kind of monster is this kid?

Song Chen looked at him and suddenly sheathed her sword.

Wang Tieshan was taken aback. Song Chen's sword strike had ended, and he hadn't yet generated new power. This was his best chance to counterattack, but he didn't move because he realized that Song Chen was letting him win.

If Song Chen hadn't stopped that strike and had continued, he might not have been able to block it and might have been knocked off the platform. But Song Chen stopped it, leaving him an opening.

What does that mean?

Wang Tieshan suddenly realized that this kid... was giving him a way out.

He paused for a moment, then laughed: "Good lad, I approve of you."

After silently reciting a phrase in his mind, he slapped Song Chen with his palm.

Song Chen turned to the side, his blade flashing, and the two's moves collided.

Bang!

Both of them took three steps back at the same time.

Then Song Chen sheathed his sword, and Wang Tieshan withdrew his palm.

A draw.

The training ground fell silent, then erupted in a deafening roar.

"A draw?"

"A first-tier fighter against a peak second-tier fighter, a draw?!"

"Who is this kid?"

"I want to become his disciple!"

Wang Tieshan stood still, looking at Song Chen with a complicated expression.

"Hey kid, what's your name again?"

"Song Chen".

Wang Tieshan nodded: "Song Chen, I'll remember you. At eighteen, you're at the peak of the first level, with B-level superpowers and mastery of C-level swordsmanship. I, Wang Tieshan, am impressed."

He turned and walked towards the edge of the stands.

He walked up to the old man, lowered his head, and said, "Master, I admit defeat."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "You didn't lose, and he didn't win either. It's a draw."

He looked at Song Chen, his eyes full of admiration: "Kid, would you like to join the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Academy?"

Song Chen walked over and looked at him: "I'm willing."

The old man nodded: "From today onwards, you are a core member of the Shenlong Martial Arts School. From now on, we are family. We will arrange the best house for you in the family community, and your parents can move in."

Song Chen's eyes lit up. Core member? Not a formal member? After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood. Without saying much, he simply cupped his hands in a salute to the old man and said, "Thank you, Master."

The old man waved his hand: "No need to thank me, you earned it yourself."

He turned to leave, then suddenly stopped: "By the way, what was the name of that sword technique you just used?"

"Blood Battle Blade Technique"

The old man nodded: "Good name. Practice hard, and I will teach you more advanced sword techniques when I have the chance in the future."

he's gone.

Song Chen stood there, watching his back, seemingly still unaware of his name.