Chapter 100

Jichengwu was already severely injured, his body ragged and tattered like a beggar, and he no longer had the transparent wings that a Spirit Warrior could conjure.

In the critical moment, he punched out with his right fist, blocking the powerful Heavenly Water Blade from above, and his left palm struck at Shen Lang's right fist!

"Even if I am heavily injured and my spiritual energy is chaotic, a Spirit Warrior is not someone like you, a young Qi Warrior, can underestimate. You little—"

Just as Jichengwu thought this, a non-human scream echoed through the sky in the next second!

"Ah!"

It was clear that the moment Shen Lang's fist touched his palm, the black and white energies instantly enveloped his left hand. The originally emaciated hand, like a ghost's claw, underwent a drastic change. The flesh and the spiritual energy it contained were all devoured by the black and white energies, revealing terrifying bones!

What was even more horrifying was that this was not just happening on his palm, but was rapidly extending up his arm!

"Impossible!"

Jichengwu was terrified, and after a scream, without a second thought, he transformed his right hand into a blade and cut off his left arm at the shoulder before the black and white energies reached his upper arm!

"Old dog, it's time to pay your debts!"

Shen Lang's eyes were filled with killing intent, fierce like a prehistoric beast.

His terrifying fist, accompanied by a terrifying aura that made Jichengwu's face change, unleashed a flood of power, immediately pouring onto the spiritual energy armor on Jichengwu's body!

"Crack"

As a terrifying energy ripple spread out, a horrifying crack suddenly echoed in the air.

In just an instant, under Jichengwu's eyes filled with fear, the spiritual energy armor, which was strong enough to block a Qi Warrior, began to rapidly develop cracks.

Seeing the cracks spreading across the entire armor, Jichengwu roared like a wild beast!

He had already witnessed the strangeness of Shen Lang's fist and dared not let it hit his body again.

Just one touch had cost him a hand; if this punch hit his chest, it would surely be a death sentence!

"Divine Shield!"

At the critical moment, the demonic expert, who had grown up in slaughter, bit his tongue and a small triangular blood shield appeared in front of his chest.

"Boom!"

The small blood shield burst with intense light, finally blocking Shen Lang's punch. At that moment, Jichengwu kicked Shen Lang.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound of breaking air came...

A Sixth Heaven Spirit Warrior's full-strength attack in a life-or-death situation... its power was so great that even other Sixth Heaven Spirit Warriors would not dare to face it head-on!

Shen Lang's eyes turned cold, and he crossed his hands in front of him to block the kick.

At this moment, both were in mid-air with no place to borrow force. In the critical moment, the only option was to block, and there was no way to dodge.

"Thud!"

The full-strength kick of a Sixth Heaven Spirit Warrior, carrying immense power, broke through Shen Lang's defense and stepped on his chest!

"Crack!" Several terrifying bone-breaking sounds echoed. The inner armor, which was already damaged in the "Netherworld Demon Tribulation" energy impact, failed to protect him, and Shen Lang was hit squarely.

But at that moment, all the lightning power in his body surged into the other's body!

Both let out a闷hum at the same time, separating in the air, their bodies falling like wingless birds onto the surging water.

Waves surged, and both disappeared from sight.

...

At the edge of Tayan Academy, in a bamboo pavilion, Shui Qingwu's sleeves fluttered, and her long hair danced in the wind.

She stood at the edge of the pavilion, looking at the distant Phoenix River, where the waves were turbulent and the current was strong.

The rain was getting heavier...

In Shui Qingwu's mind, the events of the Shen family's martial arts field kept replaying.

The image of that intimidating yet blood-boiling young man kept flashing in her mind.

Shen Lang's calm and composed figure always reminded her of the masked man she encountered on Black Wind Ridge that night.

Their auras were too similar.

But after returning to Tayan Academy, she specifically asked a few of Shen Lang's classmates about what weapons he used in the past, and no one could give a clear answer.

"Shen Lang, he likes to fight with his fists. Once, during a trial at the academy, it's said he killed a first-level beast with his fists, but we don't believe it."

"That guy fights recklessly, with low cultivation. During the group fight with Tian Shen Academy... oh, no, during the martial arts competition, he went in with a brick because he couldn't afford good weapons. Most of his living expenses go to Snow Dingdang for protection fees. Otherwise, do you think he could live comfortably at Tayan Academy?"

"Tian Shen Academy fears three people from our Tayan Academy. One is the little demoness Snow Dingdang, who has crippled many students from Tian Shen Academy; another is Chu Qingcheng, who waits until others are almost done fighting and then picks up the spoils. He once set a record by stripping fifty male students from Tian Shen Academy of all their equipment, leaving them completely bare. Tian Shen Academy hates him but can't do anything about it..."

"Ah? You mean the last one? That's Shen Lang, of course. He's even more unusual. His cultivation is the lowest, but he runs faster than a rabbit and uses a brick to hit people from behind. Tian Shen Academy hates him the most... Hey, beautiful, don't run, I'm not done yet."

Shui Qingwu felt both amused and bewildered by these answers.

"Looks like Shen Lang is quite a story himself..."

But this story-filled guy was too strange, full of contradictions.

Called a waste, a complete waste, but a sixteen-year-old waste could beat several Fifth Heaven Qi Warriors from the Shen family?

Even Chu Qingcheng might not be able to do that.

If he's strong, a warrior with such powerful cultivation doesn't even have a weapon? Always likes to use bricks to ambush people?

If he's poor, most of his monthly living expenses go to Snow Dingdang for protection fees, and he even asked me for spirit stones on the street, but he dared to compete with the Holy Light Sect at the Treasure Pavilion, using over a million gold coins to silence the young master of the Holy Light Sect!

If he knows nothing, he's the one the Wood Qin mentor seeks advice from in the alchemy class...

"This guy is truly a mystery..."

Thinking about Shen Lang, Shui Qingwu couldn't help but smile.

Remembering how he was called a scoundrel by Caiyin when he asked her for spirit stones, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmm? That's..." Shui Qingwu suddenly stopped laughing and stared at the distant Phoenix River.

The river was turbulent, and something black seemed to be floating in the murky water.

"It's a person!"

Shui Qingwu was startled. A phoenix shadow appeared behind her, and she gracefully descended, like a fairy descending from heaven.

Although the phoenix spirit soul couldn't make her fly, gliding for a while was no problem.

Landing, she didn't care about the muddy ground and ran towards the Phoenix River at full speed.

Closer, closer...

The person in the river seemed to be dead or alive, wearing black clothes, floating and sinking in the waves.

Reaching the riverbank, Shui Qingwu finally saw the person's face... the person in the water was wearing a terrifying ghost mask...

"It's him!"

Shui Qingwu stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

"Water Dragon Roar, Dragon in the Sky!" With a light shout, a water dragon as thick as a barrel roared out.

She stomped her foot on the ground, and an energy explosion sounded. Her speed suddenly increased, and she jumped onto the water dragon, reaching out to grab the masked person in the water.

Just as her hand was about to grab Shen Lang, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

He grinned and said, "Hey, beautiful, what a coincidence, you're also here to take a bath..."