Longevity: Starting with an infant's innate growth potential

Chapter 140 Battle with Li Yinfeng (Please Subscribe)

After calming down a bit, Zhou Ling carefully sensed the changes in the blood and qi within his body.

As his [Blazing Sun Blood Transfer] talent improved, the essence blood in his body had been fused into Blazing Sun essence blood.

Each drop of essence blood contains powerful blood energy, more than ten times that of ordinary essence blood.

"Using blood and qi as a guide, temper the body with the Great Yang Fist, and condense the power of the blazing sun."

"A hundred drops of blazing sun essence blood can condense the power of the blazing sun, ten thousand drops of green sun power, one hundred thousand drops of golden sun power, ... and there is also dragon sun and divine sun!"

"The power of the blazing sun is already comparable to the spell power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the Azure Sun is comparable to the Golden Core stage, and the Golden Sun is comparable to the Nascent Soul stage."

Zhou Ling pondered the "Three Yang Technique" and murmured to himself.

In other words, if he were to unleash his full power of blood energy, he could generate an attack force no less than that of a second-stage early-stage body cultivator.

Of course, such stimulation will definitely consume a huge amount of energy.

From now on, it can only be used as a last resort to save our lives.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the fiery essence blood in his body was releasing a scorching halo, tempering his physical body.

Even though he wasn't currently in a state of cultivation, he could still feel his blood energy gradually increasing.

At this moment, Zhou Ling felt the blazing sun essence blood condensing within his body, like a small, radiant sun, shining with dazzling light.

While nourishing his physical body, it put him in a state of profound understanding, giving him a completely new comprehension of the Great Yang Fist.

Half an hour later, this strange aura gradually dissipated.

However, he could clearly feel that his physical condition was now significantly different.

My understanding of Dayangquan has deepened further.

It took Zhou Ling a full incense stick's time to calm down.

With his current level of cultivation, he was confident of victory even against Li Mu.

"However, Li Yinfeng's blood spirit root comes with some strange talents, making him difficult to deal with!"

Thinking about what happened in the [Illusion Simulation] just now, Zhou Ling frowned slightly.

Then, he pondered the prompts that appeared in the [Illusion Simulation] earlier, specifically the [Intermediate Observation] and [Intermediate Analysis] prompts.

Given the urgency of the situation, he didn't pay close attention; he only heard the notification sound but didn't check it.

"Break the spell with force!"

As the [Intermediate Analysis] appeared, Zhou Ling frowned involuntarily.

Based on the situation in the [Illusion Simulation] just now, my original blood energy was not able to break through the suppression of the opponent's blood energy, which is why it was devoured.

But now that the power of the blazing sun has been gathered, the situation is completely different.

"The power of the blazing sun should be enough to suppress the opponent's blood spirit root enhancement!"

Zhou Ling pondered to himself.

However, this would greatly deplete his spiritual energy, so he didn't think about it any further and instead activated the "Qinghui Nourishing Spirit Technique" to restore his consciousness.

After all, the Hundred Swords Formation is now one of his biggest trump cards.

If the Great Yang Fist can't defeat Li Yinfeng, then we should directly use the Hundred Swords Formation. We must not let Li Yinfeng enter the Six Great Dao Academies under any circumstances.

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The next morning, Zhou Ling and his family arrived at the Lingxia Sect Square.

A red sun slowly rises on the horizon, a cool summer breeze blows, and the abundant spiritual energy of the Lingxia Sect invigorates everyone.

Soon after, Zhou Ling also met Wang Xin and her daughter, as well as He Zijian and his sister.

He Zijian and his sister were in high spirits, clearly indicating that yesterday's three matches had no effect on them.

After Zhou Ling greeted the siblings, he started chatting with Wang Xin.

clang!clang!clang!
As the hour of Si (9-11 AM) arrived, the bell rang to signal the start of the competition.

"He Zijian versus Song Wei, Match Number One!"

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"Li Yinfeng versus Zhou Ling, contestant number six!"

As the sound rang out, Zhou Ling stepped onto the number six competition platform.

Li Yinfeng was already standing on the competition platform, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at Zhou Ling.

"Kid, I never thought you'd end up like this."

"Last time you relied on He Zijian to back you up, this time I'm going to cripple you!"

Although he was talented, the Li family's strength in Lingxia Immortal City was far inferior to that of the He family.

So last time he suffered a loss he couldn't speak of, and he could only endure it.

Later, they wanted to find someone to deal with Zhou Ling, but they didn't expect that this kid had already become a member of the Heavenly Crafts Guard.

This situation only allowed him to temporarily abandon his thoughts of revenge.

After all, killing a Heavenly Craftsman is a capital offense.

But he kept this matter in mind and would occasionally look for opportunities to secretly target the distillery.

However, after making some inquiries, he learned that the distillery was still operating under He Zijian's name, so he had no choice but to let it go.

But now, fate has brought us together again, and I've unexpectedly run into Zhou Ling in the competition.

Even if I cripple Zhou Ling in this competition, as long as no one dies, I can simply claim I lost control and nothing will happen.

This is the perfect opportunity to get revenge!
So these days, he has been hoping to meet Zhou Ling in the competition.

Now my wish has finally come true!
Zhou Ling glanced at Li Yinfeng, a slight smile playing on his lips, but said nothing more.

Since the other party intends to cripple me, there's no need for me to hold back, especially since I've already passed the Xuan Yuan Dao Academy's assessment.

Even without this competition result, it won't have any impact on me.

"It's a pity that Zhou Ling ran into Li Yinfeng!"

The six judges were already seated on the judging panel. Instructor Xiao stroked his chin and said with a hint of regret.

"Yes, the Blood Spirit Root has obvious advantages. If one has a suitable cultivation method, it is possible to reach the Golden Core stage or even the Nascent Soul stage in the future!"

The ancient instructor from Tianxia Taoist Academy also spoke with a slight smile.

"Although Zhou Ling has good combat experience, his cultivation level is too low. It will be very difficult for him to defeat Li Yinfeng!"

"After all, Li Yinfeng was already underestimated. His current strength is probably no less than that of the four seeded players!"

The judges discussed amongst themselves.

A hint of worry flashed across Deacon Qin's face.

He had heard He Zijian mention the conflict between Zhou Ling and Li Yinfeng.

"If Zhou Ling is in danger later, I still need to take action to prevent him from being hurt by Li Yinfeng!"

Deacon Qin pondered to himself.

"The competition begins!"

As the judges' voices rang out.

On stage, a cold glint flashed in Li Yinfeng's eyes, and hatred surged in his chest like a tidal wave.

"go to hell!"

With a roar, Li Yinfeng accelerated his pace and threw a punch, creating a vortex of blood-red fist energy.

It instantly hurtled towards Zhou Ling.

The blood-red vortex roared, releasing a soul-shaking aura.

"Black Demon Fist!"

Zhou Ling's pupils narrowed.

The force of that punch was almost identical to what he experienced in the [Illusion Simulation] last night.

There was a devouring aura emanating from the crimson vortex, which became more and more pronounced as the distance grew closer.

Having learned from last night's experience, Zhou Ling was not afraid.

He clenched his fist, and a wave of heat swept over him. He also condensed the Great Yang Fist and launched it at his opponent.

"This kid's gone mad. How can he use the Great Sun Fist to withstand the Li family's Black Fiend Fist?"

"This Yang Fist doesn't look like the kind of common, mass-produced Yang Fist!"

"Hehe, this is going to be interesting! It's only just begun, and they're already engaged in close-quarters combat!"

The crowd of onlookers was buzzing with discussion.

After all, Zhou Ling, who is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, is attracting more attention than He Zijian and other top contenders.

"Hmph! Then let me show you the power of the Black Fiend Fist!"

Seeing Zhou Ling take the Black Fiend Fist head-on, a look of joy flashed in Li Yinfeng's eyes.

The blood poison contained within the fist's energy is just right to cripple this boy!
The fist's energy instantly surged with crimson light, like a giant python opening its blood-red maw, its ferocity astonishing.

He harbored extreme resentment towards Zhou Ling, and immediately unleashed his trump card: the Black Fiend Fist.

Furthermore, it is accompanied by the unique blood energy devouring power of his blood spirit root, which can greatly suppress the opponent's attack!

"Great Yang Fist!"

Zhou Ling quickly activated ten drops of Fiery Sun Essence Blood within his body and unleashed a punch.

In an instant, a fierce fist aura, like a small sun, condensed.

Then it was launched.

The two fist-shaped beams of light collided fiercely in mid-air.

"boom!"

At the point where the two clashed, a vortex of surging fist energy was formed.

As the vortex roared violently, deep scratches were scraped onto the glass jade on the dueling platform.

After a brief standoff, the two figures separated.

Li Yinfeng's expression changed slightly. He originally thought that even if this punch couldn't send Zhou Ling flying, it would at least poison him with blood.

Zhou Ling seemed unharmed, but Zhou Ling himself was so badly injured by the power of the Great Yang Fist that he had to retreat to the edge of the arena before he could regain his footing.

On the other hand, Zhou Ling only retreated about ten feet before regaining his footing, his breathing steady, clearly unaffected.

"How can it be!"

Li Yinfeng's expression changed slightly, and he exclaimed involuntarily.

He used almost 80% of his blood energy in this punch, and with the help of the characteristics of the blood spirit root, he was unable to cause any damage to Zhou Ling.

You must know that this punch of his is no less powerful than a spell attack from a level nine Qi Refining cultivator!

"How could Zhou Ling, at such a young age, have mastered the Great Yang Fist to such a level?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Instructor Xiao's eyes as he asked with considerable astonishment.

"This is probably the Great Yang Fist at the perfected stage, which is already considered a pretty good trump card in the Qi Refining stage."

Instructor Hu said with a satisfied look on his face.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ling not only has a good talent in inscription, but also in combat.

The other judges were also surprised; Li Yinfeng's Black Fiend Fist was already terrifying enough.

But Zhou Ling actually defeated them head-on without any trickery.

It should be noted that Zhou Ling's cultivation level was two minor levels lower than Li Yinfeng's.

(End of this chapter)