Hiss! Even a Martial Saint of this age can't compare to him!

Chapter 101 Hiss! Even a Martial Saint of this age can't compare to him!

Outside the training ground, many disciples were still eagerly awaiting the results of the assessment.

Suddenly, a corpse was seen being carried out, and all the disciples tensed up again.

It would be fine if no one died, but one person died just now, and now another one is going to die in the blink of an eye?

They watched as the disciples carried the corpse away into the distance. This time, fewer people even approached to look at it and ask questions, and many disciples were having second thoughts.

"Hey, look, Mo Zheng is out! He seems perfectly fine!"

At this moment, someone with sharp eyes spotted a figure walking out of the martial arts hall. It was Mo Zheng, and he seemed to be completely unharmed. They were taken aback and hurriedly called out.

Everyone stared intently. The young man had handsome features, a long sword at his waist, and exuded a heroic and masculine aura. Who else could he be but Mo Zheng, the most renowned martial artist in the training hall in recent months? Moreover, he was acting without restraint and his clothes were neat. He was not injured and did not even seem to be fighting. Everyone wondered what had happened. Could it be that the martial arts competition in the training hall had been suspended again?

However, as Mo Zheng left and the disciples who participated in the assessment came out later, they quickly understood the situation.

The disciple who killed Shi Liyan during the assessment has already been killed by Mo Zheng.

Moreover, it wasn't just a simple kill; it was a direct beheading in front of the senior leader of the Hun Tian Sect.

Mo Zheng grasped the essence of the meaning.

Upon learning of these events, all the disciples present became instantly excited, and after a brief moment of shock and silence, the entire area outside the martial arts hall erupted in cheers.

"Hahaha, that was great! That was great! Well done!"

"A single sword strike to the head has truly avenged our martial arts hall disciples. I'm sure Junior Brother Shi Liyan can rest in peace now."

"Who can argue with that? But Senior Brother Mo is truly a prodigy. He's only been a true disciple for a few months, yet he's already grasped the essence of the art. Tsk tsk tsk, he's really amazing!"

"It's more than just impressive. Even a thousand years ago, there were only a handful of disciples in our Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy who had comprehended the essence of martial arts before graduating. At his age, he will soon break through to the Visceral Realm and become a direct disciple of a Martial Saint."

The disciples were all talking excitedly, both surprised that Mo Zheng had comprehended the martial arts essence and shocked that he had killed the assessment disciple to avenge Shi Liyan. They felt inexplicably comfortable all over, and a large amount of anger burst out of their chests. Even the top-ranked disciples felt very happy.

People have a sense of collective honor. The disciples present have always been proud of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. Who would have thought that the disciples sent by the Hun Tian Sect to conduct the assessment today would kill all of them, leaving them injured, unconscious, and even causing deaths!

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If it weren't for the great opportunity of the Haotian Secret Realm, they would have already started making a scene. But even if they didn't make a scene, they were still holding a grudge.

Otherwise, Wei Han wouldn't have gone in and directly challenged Kong Yi.

Now that Mo Zheng has used his formidable strength in comprehending the essence of things to directly behead the culprit and avenge them, he has truly vented their anger. These disciples are naturally very happy, and at the same time, their admiration for Mo Zheng has risen to several levels.

"Junior Brother Mo, you're still the same as you were back then—"

Zhou Xian was also in the crowd; his test number was towards the back.

Upon hearing that Mo Zheng had already grasped the essence of martial arts and killed the assessment disciple, an appreciative smile appeared on his face.

When he went to Shangyin County to pick up his junior brother, the boy was still a young man, a junior constable, diligent, hardworking, and chivalrous.

For the sake of a restaurant owner's daughter, he overestimated his abilities and decided to stand up against gang forces.

If he hadn't arrived later, even if the other party had managed to escape safely, they would have inevitably paid a price.

But in just three or four years, the former young constable has grown into a powerful martial artist who has comprehended the essence of martial arts, yet he remains true to his original aspirations and seeks revenge with gusto.

The only change is that the other party no longer needs anyone else to lend a helping hand.

"Judging from your completely unsurprised expression, you must have known all along that Junior Brother Mo had comprehended the essence of the realm, right?"

Qian Zhongyou sat down with him and laughed, "He told me to keep it a secret, but he revealed it in front of everyone. What kind of secret is that?"

"But that guy was really satisfying to kill. I'm planning to try it later."

Both of them were among the strongest of the true disciples. They were confident that they could defeat any martial artist who had not grasped the essence of martial arts.

"Then let's have a competition to see who comes out on top," Zhou Xian replied with a smile.

"Mo Zheng—you've actually grasped the essence of the concept?"

Among the crowd, a burly, capable-looking young man muttered to himself.

He had a black mole on the corner of his mouth, a long sword hanging at his waist, and a faint aura of coldness emanating from his body. The disciples around him looked at him with great awe. He was none other than Fang Yang, the number one disciple of the true lineage.

With Wang He's guidance and his own talent in swordsmanship, his cultivation has been smooth sailing since he entered the martial arts hall, and his ranking on the True Inheritance Stele has steadily climbed.

Even those as strong as Zhou Xian and Qian Zhongyou, and even those as talented as Lan Jun, are now firmly under his feet.

However, he had not yet grasped the essence of the meaning.

During his ten years at the martial arts academy, he trained hard in the coldest and hottest winters, hunted monsters, and diligently honed his swordsmanship without ever slacking off for a single day.

However, the artistic conception was like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water to him—seemingly within reach, yet thousands of miles away.

However, that little guy, who had only been a beginner for a little over three years, actually grasped the essence of the art.

Thinking that there were still two or three months until graduation, and considering his age, Fang Yang subconsciously gripped the sword hilt, his palm bulging with veins from the force.

"Haotian Secret Realm —"

His sharp gaze swept towards the martial arts arena, where perhaps an opportunity for him to break through his limitations lay.

The news of Mo Zheng breaking through to the next realm and killing the examinee spread quickly. Before the qualification assessment of Haotian Secret Realm was even over, it had already spread throughout the entire Martial Arts Hall.

After all, mastering the essence of martial arts is an extremely rare thing, even for disciples of the Martial Arts Hall.

Inside the medical clinic of the martial arts training hall.

By this time, many disciples had arrived, some unconscious, some with injuries to their hands and feet, and several doctors were busy treating them one by one.

"Cough cough cough————"

Lan Jun, dressed in white and carrying two guns, walked in, but couldn't stop coughing.

His face was extremely pale, and there were faint traces of blood on his white clothes near his abdomen, a result of the fierce battle he had just fought, in which he had been stabbed by an enemy.

Of course, the other party wasn't having an easy time either, having been stabbed in the arm by his twin guns, and wouldn't be able to fight for a while.

A boy led Lan Jun to the back of a queue and said, "Please wait in line."

He then turned and left the busy work.

Inside the clinic, the stench was overwhelming, the smell of blood from the injured disciples.

Such scenes are rare. After all, martial artists are strong and healthy, and they don't need to come to the clinic for minor injuries. They can heal themselves by taking some pills. Only serious injuries require a visit to the clinic.

He waited a while, and then several more injured disciples came in and lined up behind him, discussing the assessment.

"Have you heard? Someone killed a disciple who was taking the exam at the martial arts arena just now."

"Yes, I heard about it too. It seems Mo Zheng was the one who killed him."

Lan Jun, who hadn't paid any attention before, perked up immediately upon hearing the name Mo Zheng and listened intently.

It should be noted that most of these disciples being assessed were graduates of the Three States Martial Arts Academy in the past. After years of growth, the weaker ones have the strength to pass the fifth level of the Tower of Ascension, and the stronger ones are even able to pass the sixth level.

Killing a disciple during the assessment is by no means an easy task.

"I heard that Senior Brother Mo Zheng seems to have grasped the essence of martial arts."

"Martial arts realm? How is that possible?"

"How is that impossible? Senior Brother Mo Zheng passed the fourth level of the Tower of Ascension in just three years. He's the number one genius in our Martial Arts Hall. Besides, someone witnessed it firsthand, saying that he mastered the Gale Sword Intent and killed those assessment disciples like pigs and dogs, beheading them with a single sword strike!"

The group was arguing, but Lan Jun, who had been expressionless, felt a sudden tightness in his chest, his pupils contracted, and he immediately withdrew from the group and headed out of the clinic.

The doctor who was treating Lan Jun saw him run away when it was almost his turn, and couldn't help but call out from behind, "Hey, why did you leave? It's almost your turn! The knife wound in your lower abdomen might have damaged your internal organs!"

However, Lan Jun ignored him and soon disappeared.

A moment later, in the lobby on the first floor of the Sky Tower.

Lan Jun, his white robes stained with blood, strode in, his expression icy, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Zhao Kuang was lying in a chair, lazily dozing off, when he was suddenly startled to see Lan Jun enter. He instinctively asked, "Lan Jun, what are you doing here?"

"Let's storm the Tower of Ascension," Lan Jun said expressionlessly.

"I know about the Tower of Heaven challenge; isn't everyone trying to conquer it?"

Zhao Kuang realized his question was foolish and added, "Everyone's taking the qualification exam for the Haotian Secret Realm today, didn't you go? Oh, are you injured?"

Only then did he notice that Lan Jun's white clothes were stained with blood on his lower abdomen.

"I'm going to conquer the seventh level of the Tower of Ascension!" Lan Jun said decisively, without answering Zhao Kuang's question at all.

"The seventh floor? Are you sure you want to attempt the seventh floor? The difficulty of this Tower of Ascension increases dramatically every three floors. The gap between the seventh and sixth floors is so vast that it's impossible for anyone without comprehending the essence of the art to cross it!" Zhao Kuang frowned as he looked at Lan Jun. "You only passed the sixth floor a few months ago, and you're still injured. You think you can pass the seventh floor?"

This is clearly unrealistic.

Based on Zhao Kuang's knowledge, the gap between the sixth and seventh levels would take at least ten years, and even for a true prodigy, it would take two or three years.

Because it takes at least two or three years to go from comprehending to mastering the essence of martial arts.

Lan Jun is certainly an extremely rare martial arts prodigy, but he is not qualified yet.

"I want to give it a try," Lan Jun said solemnly.

Having said that, Zhao Kuang knew that dissuasion was useless. Of course, he had no right to stop his disciple from climbing the Tower of Ascension. So he said helplessly, "Alright, then follow me."

After saying that, she led him toward the seventh floor.

The seventh floor of the Tower of Heaven is still grassland.

However, only one monster remained in front of them, a six-legged red ox.

A three-tiered, six-legged red ox.

Comparable to a martial artist at the Internal Organs Realm.

After receiving the message from the Tower of Ascension, Lan Jun's expression turned solemn. Although he knew that the seventh level of the Tower of Ascension was difficult, he did not expect it to be this difficult.

Even a martial artist at the Internal Organs Realm might not be able to kill a third-tier demonic beast.

Its strength, defense, and speed far surpass those of a second-tier demonic beast. Even if a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm exerts all their strength, they will find it difficult to even touch the body of a third-tier demonic beast.

But all he has now is a body with perfect blood and energy.

Once the blade strikes, there is only one chance: to pierce the vital point of the six-legged red ox in an instant.

Lan Jun took a deep breath and gripped his twin pistols tightly. In the face of a third-tier demonic beast, he had at most one chance to make a move.

boom!

The grassland suddenly began to tremble, and the red ox that had been stationary suddenly sprang to life, its hooves slamming into the ground with a terrifying, thunderous impact.

Lan Jun stared intently at the red ox that had started moving, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.

However, the next moment, the figure of the transformed red bull suddenly became blurry.

It was fast, too fast. Even though a martial artist's eyesight far surpasses that of an ordinary person, all Lan Jun could see was a streak of blood-red lightning that rushed in front of him in an instant. The stench that hit him indicated that this terrifying third-tier demonic beast was already within reach.

hide!

Lan Jun's figure split into several in an instant, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Unfortunately, he was fast, but the crimson lightning was even faster, and several figures were pierced through the mouth by the sharp horns!

Reaching the seventh floor of the Tower of Heaven, failed.

Zhao Kuang waited quietly outside, but inwardly he wondered, "Is Lan Jun possessed? How could he possibly pass the seventh level of the Tower of Ascension in such a short time? What on earth happened?"

"Hey, it's out."

He saw Lan Jun's figure flash by, and then a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but shake his head. He had only been inside for less than five breaths, probably just a fleeting encounter.

Indeed, that transformed red ox was a third-tier demon beast. Although it was slightly weakened in the illusionary world of the Mirage Pearl, it was still far beyond what a Unity Realm martial artist could handle. Even if one comprehended the martial arts intent, one would need to completely control it to survive.

Seeing Lan Jun open his eyes, gently wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and prepare to leave, he couldn't help but ask, "Lan Jun, what exactly happened?"

Lan Jun paused in his steps.

"Mo Zheng has grasped the essence of martial arts."

After saying that, he turned and headed towards the stairs without looking back.

Mo Tuo has grasped the essence of martial arts?!

Zhao Kuang stood there, completely stunned by the news.

He muttered to himself, "Mo Tuo, that kid has comprehended the martial arts intent? That kid actually comprehended the martial arts intent? He's only been on the fourth level of the Tower of Ascension for a few months, and he's already comprehended the martial arts intent?!"

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"How old is he!"

Realizing that the other party had only entered the Martial Arts Hall at the age of fourteen, and Jin Zi was only eighteen, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment, exclaiming, "An eighteen-year-old master of the Internal Organs Realm! Hiss! Even Wu Kai, at this age, can't compare to him!"