Chapter 470 I Was Careless Just Now. Let’s Go Again.

Zhao Zheng suddenly smiled. “Chief Constable Yang, Brother Qin seems to have cultivated two internal techniques at the same time, both second-rate.

You’d better be careful.”

The Sixth-Rank martial artists from Zhao State wore somewhat peculiar expressions.

Some looked astonished. They had only learned today that Qin Kunlun had cultivated two second-rate internal techniques at once.

Others shot Zhao Zheng a quiet, displeased look, feeling that his reminder was undermining the fairness of the match.

Qin Kunlun paid it no mind, simply gazing calmly at Yang Ling.

The next second, he seemed to transform into a streak of flowing light, leaving a few afterimages as he charged straight at Yang Ling.

At that moment, his Agility increased by another 68 points!

It reached 277!

And that wasn’t the end of it!

Perhaps this was an innate ability of the Flowing Light Body Art at the Transcendent level.

Qin Kunlun’s Agility suddenly increased by another 30 points, reaching 307!

Both attributes had now surpassed 300!

“Divine Thought Palm!”

In an instant, Qin Kunlun’s Strength increased by 30 points, his Agility by 30 points, and his Spirit by 20 points!

His Strength now reached 370!

His Agility reached 337!

His Spirit reached 95!

Yang Ling sensed that before the palm’s attack even arrived, some kind of force had already begun assaulting his mind.

But the moment that force touched him, his base Spirit of 280 points dispersed it completely.

“This is the foundation of a first-rate sect. Qin Kunlun has only cultivated a second-rate Internal Technique Method, and he isn’t even a true core disciple of the Divine Sect.”

“As an Upper Sixth-Rank, he can unleash 370 points of Strength and 337 points of Agility. His Spirit has even reached 95!”

“Measured by overall strength, he would be hard to match among his peers in the martial world.”

“If Mingxin had faced someone like him, he would’ve been beaten senseless in ten moves at most.”

Yang Ling felt a little moved. In his eyes, Qin Kunlun’s speed was actually on the slow side.

So slow that Yang Ling’s formidable 280 points of Spirit gave him plenty of time to conduct a thorough, targeted analysis.

“But unfortunately, the martial arts techniques he cultivates have nothing to do with swords or blades.”

“Palm techniques… don’t seem to make much use of Divine Armaments, either.”

“That puts him at a disadvantage.”

Thinking this, Yang Ling shifted slightly to the side and let Qin Kunlun pass.

To Yang Ling, the step seemed perfectly ordinary.

But in the eyes of everyone present, it looked astonishingly skillful.

A trace of astonishment appeared in their eyes. They hadn’t expected Yang Ling to evade Qin Kunlun’s palm with nothing more than a deft sidestep, even when all his other escape routes were about to be sealed off.

The Divine Sect’s Sixth-Rank martial artists present, such as Dongfang Haojie and Li Ruhai, could hardly believe it.

Hua Zhuo glanced at the junior brother beside him and said coldly,

“See that? That’s Yang Ling’s movement technique. You can’t figure it out.”

His junior brother was still a little dazed, because he hadn’t been able to make out the details of the exchange between the two at all.

At the same time, after realizing that his seemingly certain Divine Thought Palm had missed, Qin Kunlun’s expression turned more grave than ever.

He forcefully activated the Flowing Light Body Art, trying to change his position relative to Yang Ling and lessen the consequences of his missed attack.

At the same time, his Vital Qi surged and spread across the openings in his defense, ready to withstand his opponent’s attack.

“Good!”

Qin Kunlun was about to turn around. Once he did, he would regain the initiative.

But in the next moment, he felt a sharp, piercing pain behind him. He lost his balance and pitched forward, falling heavily to his knees on the ground.

He had been struck by a fierce surprise attack right between the cheeks!

Qin Kunlun raised his head in bewilderment. Before him were faces looking down at him, their expressions complicated.

“How did he lose?”

Most of the Sixth-Rank martial artists from Zhao State looked bewildered.

But a few sharp-eyed onlookers had clearly seen Qin Kunlun’s martial robe fold sharply inward.

They could even make out the faint mark of half a footprint.

They exchanged uncertain glances, hardly able to believe that Qin Kunlun had been struck right in his weak spot.

At that moment, a faint red stain spread across the area, vivid and unmistakable.

Xu Qingnian gasped sharply and blurted out,

“Brother Qin, you’re bleeding down there…”

Qin Kunlun came fully to his senses. Enduring the pain, he sprang to his feet and glared at Yang Ling.

Zhao Yingying and the others had also seen that spot of red by now. A chill seemed to worm its way into their bodies, making their scalps tingle.

Hua Zhuo rubbed his cheek, feeling a sense of understanding settle in his heart.

Xie Zhihu stared fixedly at Qin Kunlun’s injured area. No one knew what he was thinking, but his whole body gave an involuntary shudder.

Zhao Yan and the others exchanged glances, all of them falling silent.

Jie Hai, Li Ruhai, Pei Ran, and the other veteran Sixth-Rank martial artists all wore expressions of utter astonishment.

They had never seen anyone fight like this before.

At that moment, the Sixth-Rank Heavenly Wolf Guard who had been kneeling nearby slowly came to. Enduring the violent pain in his arms, he stood up without a change in expression and looked at Qin Kunlun.

“I was careless just now. Let’s go again.”

“Hiss…”

The Sixth-Rank martial artists present gasped sharply and stared at him in a daze.

Qin Kunlun’s fury surged straight to the top of his skull. Pointing at the man, he roared,

“You useless fool! You’ve been knocked out for more than forty-five minutes, and you still want another round? Open those dog eyes of yours and take a good look at who I am!

I’m Qin Kunlun of the Divine Sect, not Yang Ling of the Ironclad Department. What do you think you’re doing?

You think I’m your opponent?

Even your Rong tribe doesn’t dare take you back to treat your injuries. You worthless fool!”

After cursing him out for a while, Qin Kunlun seemed to have calmed down somewhat. Then he said mildly to Yang Ling,

“I lost that exchange.”

After saying this, he returned to his place in line as though nothing had happened.

The Sixth-Rank Heavenly Wolf Guard looked around in confusion. When he saw that both the Rong tribe and the Star-Sea Fishing Alliance were holding some kind of sparring matches at the same time, he froze.

Had he really been unconscious for that long?

“Go back. Our sparring match just ended,”

Yang Ling said.

The man fell silent for a breath, then quietly returned to the Rong tribe’s line.

Yang Ling could vaguely hear him asking some people why they hadn’t taken him away to treat his injuries and had let him kneel there the whole time.

The answer he got was that the Fourth-Rank Grandmaster from the Star-Sea Fishing Alliance hadn’t said a word, and they hadn’t dared act on their own for fear of bringing down disaster upon themselves.

The Sixth-Rank martial artists of Zhao State refocused their attention on Yang Ling.

“Is there anyone else who wants to spar with Chief Constable Yang?”

Zhao Zheng asked.

The crowd exchanged glances. None of the Mid or Lower Sixth-Rank martial artists would dare come forward and invite humiliation.

As for the remaining Upper Sixth-Rank martial artists… they glanced at one another, then fell silent again.

“Hua Zhuo, as the foremost member of the Nine Immortals Dao Palace delegation, you can go spar with him.”

“Chief Constable Yang has already fought twice. He must have used up quite a bit of strength.”

Qin Kunlun said meaningfully.

Hua Zhuo gave an awkward smile and waved his hand. “I’ll pass. I’m no match for Chief Constable Yang.”

Qin Kunlun’s expression shifted slightly as he looked at He Tongchen.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t plan to spar with Chief Constable Yang, either.”

He Tongchen turned his head away.

Qin Kunlun looked toward Jie Shu.

“Amitabha. Chief Constable Yang’s leg techniques are fierce. This humble monk cannot compare.”

Jie Shu pressed his palms together, lowered his head, and pretended to be dead.

Qin Kunlun suddenly laughed out loud.

So, among Zhao State’s people, he was the only one who had fought Yang Ling?