Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 270: A Hundred Bouts Unbeaten (II)

"Heh, who said I was going to attack him? I simply have not seen you for so long and could not resist sparring with you," Pei Yuchun said with a chuckle.

He did not fear Li Guoming's threats. Although his fist technique was not as fierce and dominant as Li Guoming's, instead being soft and flowing like water, every punch carried astonishing power. His punches surged like overlapping waves. Even Li Guoming had to take it seriously.

"Hmph, so you actually dared to leave the Li Residence. I thought that you would hide for half a year before coming out. I did not expect you to lose patience so soon."

Tang Weizhong glanced at the tense Lin Zheyu, feeling delighted. As long as they held back the others, they would not need to act. Someone else would do it for them.

"Brother Zhao, stay behind us," Li Mengxi said gravely.

He had miscalculated. He did not expect the Tang Family and the Pei Family to join forces. Although Li Guoming was strong, with Pei Yuchun keeping him occupied, he would not be able to break free in time.

"No need. Your strength is weaker than mine. Standing beside me will slow me down and may put you in danger. Step aside. That assassin is not very strong, so I can hold out easily," Lin Zheyu said as he slowly stepped out from behind Li Mengxi and Li Mengqi.

He also wanted to use this assassin to test his current strength. Ever since learning the Violet Thunder Dominance Fist and reaching the eighth transformation, he had not fought anyone. His blood qi, having undergone eight qualitative changes, was already powerful. After amplification through the burst technique, its force became even more terrifying. Combined with the Violet Thunder Dominance Fist, his strength had greatly improved. If he fought Tang Weizhong now, he could defeat him with ease.

My strength now surpasses people like Tang Weizhong. But compared to someone like Tang Zhentao, who has traces of true strength, I am still far weaker. Strictly speaking, Tang Zhentao can no longer be considered a Marrow Refining realm martial artist. He has already begun advancing toward the Force Transformation realm; he simply has not completed it yet.

He felt little worry. Even if he could not win, he could immediately activate the Boiling Blood Secret Art. After being elevated once through Origin Force, the secret art had already reached mastery. He could activate it without any preparation time.

With these tungsten gloves, even against someone like Tang Zhentao, who has traces of true strength, I am confident I can defend against him.

He took out the tungsten gloves from his pack and put them on. He had commissioned Li Mengxi to find someone to forge them. They were made of tungsten, which was more expensive and superior to black iron, and were priced at over 30,000 taels of silver. Though forged of tungsten, the gloves felt extremely flexible. When he tapped his hands together, they rang with clear metallic chimes.

Ever since the brief clash at Heavenly Blade Peak with Tang Zhentao and the assassin, Lin Zheyu had realized his shortcomings. Both men had astonishing speed. Their blades, imbued with true strength, were razor sharp, able to slice through his black iron glove and nearly severing his arm.

In agility and movement techniques, Lin Zheyu believed he was not inferior to the two of them. If he had something that could block Tang Zhentao's razor-sharp blade, he was confident he could contend with him. These tungsten gloves were forged exactly for this purpose. This special tungsten possessed hardness and toughness far beyond that of black iron. Even blades imbued with true strength would find it difficult to pierce them unless the wielder was overwhelmingly powerful.

But Tang Zhentao was not a true Force Transformation realm martial artist. He had only formed a few strands of true strength. He was still far from converting all of his force into true strength. The assassin was the same. Their endurance was lacking, and they only had a few lethal attacks. With the tungsten gloves, he could block them.

"Young Master Zhao!" Li Wensi called anxiously. She reached out to pull Lin Zheyu back, but Li Yunfeng stopped her.

"Brother Zhao is right. His movement techniques are extraordinary. Standing beside him, we would only hinder him. With his mastery of movement, that assassin may not be able to strike him down in time," Li Yunbo said.

He once looked down on Zhao Hao as a wild martial artist. But after spending time together and witnessing Zhao Hao's madness in training and his overwhelming natural talent, he had been completely convinced. Someone so gifted and so hardworking deserved admiration. He, relying only on his birth, had no right to look down on him.

"Young Master Zhao, be careful," Li Mengqi said solemnly.

She gripped her sword tightly and stared toward Tang Zhentao's group, a cold aura spreading from her. If the Tang Family dared to act, her sword would strike without hesitation.

"What are you planning, Miss Mengqi? Do you also wish to spar with us?" Someone from the Tang Family laughed loudly, jeering. The others joined in the mockery.

"To hell with you. Who dares fight me?" Li Yanming stepped out first, standing boldly with domineering momentum.

"Come then, I will take you on," Tang Weizhong shouted and rushed forward.

"You old man, you have some nerve. Have you looked at how old you are? What is it, do you plan to bully me by relying on your age?" Li Yanming sneered with a curl of his lips.

"You brat, you are looking for death." Tang Weizhong's expression froze before turning extremely ugly. His blood qi rushed through his body as he charged at Li Yanming.

Li Yanming let out a low laugh, unafraid. As someone who had broken through to the Marrow Refining realm from the fifth blood qi transformation, he had his own pride.

Bang, bang, bang!

Another fight ignited, drawing a crowd of onlookers. Lin Zheyu remained unmoved by either battle. He swept his gaze around and said calmly, "Hey, if you are here to make a move, hurry up."

"Zhao Hao's temper suits my taste," Li Yunbo said with a chuckle after hearing Lin Zheyu's words.

"Young Master Zhao will not be in danger, right?" Li Wensi asked anxiously.

"Be at ease—nothing will happen. Have you forgotten? At Heavenly Blade Peak last time, even after his exhausting battle with Tang Weizhong, Brother Zhao still reacted instantly to the assassin's sudden strike. Now that he is in peak condition, there is even less to worry about," Li Mengxi said with a faint smile after a small frown.

"But last time, the assassination failed. What if the Soulcall Tower sent an even stronger assassin?" Li Wensi still could not relax. Li Mengxi paused, his expression also shifting.

But even after waiting for quite a while, Li Yanming's fight finished, and Li Guoming's battle ended as well. The assassin still had not appeared. Mengxi could not help but breathe a little easier. Thankfully, no attack had been made, or he would truly have worried that the assassin this time was far stronger.

"Brother Zhao, come back quickly," Li Mengxi called out.

"Alright." Lin Zheyu nodded lightly and turned back toward the group. But he did not ease his vigilance, remaining alert to every movement around him.

Swish.

A faint breeze stirred as a blade tore through the air, streaking toward Lin Zheyu at an astounding speed. This speed was unlike Tang Zhentao's type of fast. It was pure speed, ripping straight through the void with terrifying force.

"Be careful," Li Wensi cried out, fear flashing across her face.

Clang!

Lin Zheyu had long been prepared. He spun around sharply and punched at the incoming blade. His fist struck the edge with a crisp clang. A tremendous force surged through, shaking him back two steps. Not only that, a trace of energy flowed through the tungsten glove into his body. It seemed to possess its own will as it coursed through his arm, damaging his muscles and membrane. This energy was true strength. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Lin Zheyu had already experienced this once when facing Tang Zhentao. True strength was powerful and strange, yet his blood qi, which had undergone eight qualitative changes, was not something to be trifled with. If the energy were more substantial, he might have needed effort to handle it. But this tiny strand was instantly devoured by his overwhelming blood qi.

Swish!

The assassin gave him no time to recover. After the first attack failed, he struck again. His speed was impossibly fast, arriving before Lin Zheyu in the blink of an eye.

"Heh!"

Lin Zheyu let out a soft breath, tapped his toes, and his figure turned into an elusive shadow. The assassin was indeed extremely fast, but Lin Zheyu's lightness and movement techniques were no joke either. In straight speed, he was lacking, but in agility, short-range dodging, and evasive maneuvering, he had reached a transcendent level. His body drifted like a ghostly shadow, shifting and weaving rapidly. The assassin's blade once again grazed past his side by a hair's breadth.

Not good!

Suddenly, the assassin's heart jolted violently, and a terrible premonition rose within him. He immediately abandoned the assassination attempt, his force surging as he explosively retreated.

Whoosh!

As he retreated, a fierce gust struck him, thunder seeming to explode beside his ears. With a heavy thud, his chest was struck squarely. A crackling sound followed, causing his expression to change. Borrowing the massive impact, his speed increased again, and within a few breaths, he disappeared into the crowd.

"What a pity. He got away," Lin Zheyu said with some regret as he watched the fleeing silhouette.

Had he killed this one, he would only need to kill two more for the Soulcall Tower's contract to collapse on its own. Then he would not need to hide for another three months. Unfortunately, although Lin Zheyu's lightness and movement techniques had reached a transcendent level, they only allowed him to maneuver and contend within short distances and confined spaces.

And this was only possible thanks to his extraordinary perception, allowing him to sense the enemy's movement shifts. But in pure speed, he was far inferior. Even after activating his blood qi burst technique, the speed the opponent produced using true strength was something lightness and movement techniques alone could not bridge.

I wonder if, after entering the Dragon Transformation, my speed can reach that assassin's level.

"Young Master Zhao, are you alright?" asked Li Wensi as she rushed forward to check on him anxiously.

"I am fine. I just have minor injuries," Lin Zheyu said with a smile.

Several wounds had been cut across his body by the assassin's blade. The opponent's strength and speed far surpassed his own, and even with transcendent lightness movement techniques, he could not evade every strike. Some injury was unavoidable. Fortunately, none of them were severe. As long as no bones were damaged, recovery would be quick.

"Brother Zhao, your strength has improved again. This is truly unbelievable," Li Mengxi said, his tone full of admiration.

"After we return, I want to try breaking my physical limits every few days as you do and see if it helps my strength improve," Li Mengxi said.

"It is worth trying, and it is really effective," Lin Zheyu replied with a smile.

After testing his strength through the assassin, he was in quite a good mood.