Becoming a Saint From the Iron Armor Skill-Chapter 66 - 65: Slaying Zhou Fang

This inexplicable feeling vexed Zhou Fang. He furrowed his brow fiercely, his face twisting into a ferocious expression as he stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his longsword.

This wasn’t a random act; he was trying to exert terrifying psychological pressure on Chen Cheng.

But Zhou Fang discovered he was wrong. Chen Cheng completely ignored his provocative gesture.

THUD!

Chen Cheng strode forward, his heavy steps sinking deep into the hard-packed loess ground of the training field and sending out a dull, vibrating sound.

Chen Cheng didn’t stop, charging straight for Zhou Fang. The long saber in his hand flowed through one move after another, whistling as it cut through the air, exuding a sharp, murderous aura.

His movements were slow at first, but they accelerated with each step until the tip of his saber was already slashing toward the vital point on Zhou Fang’s neck.

Riding the Wind Technique! The saber’s Riding the Wind Technique!

As the saying goes, an expert’s skill is clear from their first move. With just one attack, Chen Cheng subjected Zhou Fang to immense pressure—a sharp aura far beyond anything the likes of He Zhiling could ever produce.

Zhou Fang shouted, shattering Chen Cheng’s oppressive aura with the sound. He leaped forward, thrusting his sword at the vital point on Chen Cheng’s throat. He was meeting offense with offense, intending to strike first despite moving second and pierce his opponent’s throat before the saber landed.

It was the "Dragonfly Skimming Water" technique! A single touch was all it took to claim a life.

Chen Cheng instantly changed his move. His body followed his saber as he twisted and unleashed a backhanded slash, aiming diagonally for Zhou Fang’s lower ribs.

The Wind-Controlling Technique! Moving with the wind, his saber was as swift as the wind itself!

Chen Cheng’s figure suddenly vanished from his sight. Zhou Fang was horrified and hastily changed his own technique to dodge the long saber.

But Chen Cheng immediately followed up with another slash, as fast as lightning.

Zhou Fang could only dodge again.

Just as he was about to counter-attack, he found that Chen Cheng’s Saber Technique was relentless. Every move was an aggressive offensive, as if he intended to cut Zhou Fang down in one fell swoop.

Zhou Fang dared not be careless. He braced himself and began dodging and weaving, finding an occasional opening to launch a sharp counter-attack.

Both of their Body Techniques were extremely fast, and they soon exchanged more than ten rounds in the arena. Chen Cheng’s moves were lightning-fast, precise, and ruthless, while Zhou Fang could only passively dodge, finding himself at a disadvantage for the moment.

This scene left everyone present utterly astonished.

The Martial Arts Power Chen Cheng displayed was far beyond anyone’s expectations. It wasn’t just his proficient Saber Technique, but more importantly, that sharp, unstoppable aura he possessed. He was like a humanoid beast of prey that, having locked onto its target, would not rest until it was torn to shreds.

"Amazing!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Most of those invited to observe had some Martial Arts Power themselves, so they naturally understood how rare such an invincible aura was.

"Now that’s how you use a saber!"

"Damn, watching Chen Cheng with that saber makes me itch for a few swings myself!"

"I won’t lie, my hands are itching for a fight too!"

"Amazing, Ah Cheng!"

"What a thrill!"

...

On the viewing platform, Shen Qingshuang’s beautiful eyes were fixed on the figure wielding the saber, a brilliant light dancing within them. She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

In contrast, Zhou Xu was gradually losing his composure. His eyes were grim and his expression dark, but it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

...

"Interesting. This little fellow has some of the Old Master’s flair from back in the day!"

The beautiful woman in green, Luo Yunzhi, smiled radiantly, her face seeming to glow.

Beside her, Qian Bin clenched his fists, his eyes wide as a bull’s, utterly shocked to his core.

Others might not have known, but he knew for a fact: this Wind Chasing Saber Technique was the very one he had sold to Chen Cheng several months ago.

’Younger Brother Chen, you’re an absolute beast!’ Qian Bin was so excited he felt like roaring out loud.

...

"Hiss! What in the world is Chen Cheng’s Martial Arts Realm, for him to have mastered his Saber Technique to such an extent? I’m afraid not even ten of the Jiang Family’s Hospital Martial Artists would be his match."

Jiang Rongxuan muttered, then turned to his daughter, Jiang Yun, who was beside him. "Yun’Er, could it be that Chen Cheng is already a Skin Grinding Realm Martial Artist?"

With Jiang Rongxuan’s level of insight, he couldn’t really discern the qualities of a Skin Grinding Realm Martial Artist; he only knew they were very strong.

Jiang Yun paid no mind to such a layman’s question. Her eyes were fixed on Chen Cheng, and a storm was already raging in her heart.

’I still underestimated his Martial Arts Power. When he defeated Li Sheng before, I had a fleeting thought that I could catch up to him, but now that notion has completely vanished.’

’All that remained was endless adoration and respect, the reverence one feels for the truly strong.’

’In fact, a deep feeling of admiration had blossomed.’

’If I were to marry Chen Cheng, couldn’t I cultivate the Martial Dao with him and ask for his guidance every day? With a husband like that, I would surely become a powerful Martial Artist.’

’But... do I still have a chance? After today, no matter what, I have to go find Chen Cheng. After all, our families arranged our betrothal when we were children. Besides, he made a point to get close to me before, so he must have feelings for me. Why doesn’t he just say it? That’s it! He must be too shy. If he won’t make the first move, then I will...’

...

On the field, after several dozen rounds, Chen Cheng had already gauged Zhou Fang’s strength.

’Great Success in the Skin Grinding Realm, but that’s all. He’s even a little weaker than that Black Lotus Sect member I killed before.’

’That Black Lotus Sect member had at least been tempered through countless life-and-death battles and possessed a certain ferocious courage.’

’But this Zhou Fang, while faster and with sharper swordsmanship than that Black Lotus Sect member, lacks courage. He’s had several opportunities but hasn’t dared to clash with me head-on.’

’The man is clearly a coward. It’s time to end this!’

With that thought, Chen Cheng’s Saber Momentum suddenly changed, and his Body Technique accelerated considerably.

Wind Chasing Technique! Shadow Catching and Wind Chasing, his saber chasing the shadow of the wind!

Chen Cheng’s long saber suddenly became formless and intangible. Zhou Fang abruptly lost track of the saber’s trajectory and began to panic.

"You forced my hand!"

Silently steeling his resolve, Zhou Fang’s complexion gradually turned black. His aura suddenly surged, and his Body Technique became unbelievably fast, allowing him to dodge several of Chen Cheng’s slashes in a row.

Seeing the change in Zhou Fang’s skin, a sense of danger suddenly flared in Chen Cheng’s mind. It was the exact same feeling he’d had when he killed that Black Lotus Sect member.

’This guy... Don’t tell me he’s also cultivated a Black Lotus Sect Secret Technique!’

At this thought, Chen Cheng’s gaze turned cold. His Saber Technique changed drastically once more. His body moved as if chasing the wind and moon as he unleashed a Wind Chasing Technique slash at Zhou Fang’s face, immediately concealing his Saber Momentum.

As expected, Zhou Fang quickly dodged to the side.

’Now!’

Chen Cheng thought, and suddenly unleashed the Hidden Wind Technique. Where the saber’s shadow flashed, a line of blood appeared on Zhou Fang’s sword-wielding wrist. Crying out in pain, he dropped his longsword, defeated.

Chen Cheng raised his long saber, pointing it straight at Zhou Fang’s face. The latter hurriedly said, "I surrender."

Chen Cheng withdrew his long saber, but suddenly saw Zhou Fang’s eyes flash with vicious, murderous intent. He brought his hands together, revealing a dark hidden weapon with a metallic sheen in his sleeve, and pointed it at Chen Cheng’s chest.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Several Sleeve Arrows shot out with incredible speed. Chen Cheng had no time to dodge. He blocked with his saber held horizontally, but three Sleeve Arrows still struck him in the chest.

He immediately fell backward, as if knocked off his feet by the force of the Sleeve Arrows.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The arena immediately erupted in gasps of shock.

It was truly despicable and shameless of Zhou Fang to use a Hidden Weapon to injure someone.

Many people in the crowd began to curse loudly.

Zhou Fang, however, merely gave a cold smirk. He quickly picked up his fallen longsword and charged toward the downed Chen Cheng, swinging the blade swiftly at his neck, intending to kill him on the spot.

"How dare you!"

Shen Qingshuang shouted, wanting to rush to his aid, but it was too late. Her cool expression instantly turned deathly pale.

The spectators cried out in alarm as well, thinking that Chen Cheng’s life was forfeit.

Just as Zhou Fang’s longsword was about to descend, the fallen Chen Cheng suddenly sprang up, his long saber lashing out.

A cool breeze through a crack, a saber’s shadow without a trace!

It was a move from the Wind Chasing Technique!

As the saber struck, Zhou Fang’s body froze in mid-air, then collapsed to the ground. A moment later, his head rolled away.

"Audacious!"

This time, the furious roar came from Zhou Xu. Longsword in hand, his figure shot off the viewing platform, about to charge into the arena and kill Chen Cheng.

But just as he shot off the platform, he felt a sharp Sword Momentum attacking him from behind.

Zhou Xu hurriedly spun around and slashed out. The two longswords collided violently in mid-air, erupting with the shriek of metal and a shower of sparks.

Zhou Xu was thrown back by the force, retreating more than ten steps before he finally stabilized himself.

Shen Qingshuang stood with her longsword in hand, her fine brows knitted in anger and her face like frost as she stared at him coldly.

"Lord Zhou, what do you think you are doing?"