Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 10: Stone Crack
At midnight, the candlelight in Jinglei Hall flickered, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of burnt pine oil swirled between the beams and pillars.

Chu Ning sat upright on the gilded torture chair, with the Jingzhe Knife placed across his knees, the blade reflecting twenty-six faces as pale as paper.

"Chu, Deacon Chu!" The apprentice from Courtyard B collapsed to his knees, the hem of his sleeve, embroidered with the Wang family's hidden pattern, trembling. "I'm willing to cut off one of my fingers."

The knife flashed suddenly!
A severed finger rolled down the green brick with a drop of blood, and the apprentice's scream was stuck in his throat.

"next."

Outside the execution hall, the wind and snow were howling, and twenty-six sword lights appeared one after another.

When the last severed finger fell to the ground, the magic knife hummed and returned to its sheath.

Chu Ning stood up and brushed off the blood stains on the corner of his robe. He glanced at the tortured person who was curled up like a shrimp and said, "If you dare to do it again, I will cut off more than just your fingers."

Before the morning mist dissipated, the cliff behind the Benlei Martial Arts School had exploded with a deafening roar.

Chu Ning stood shirtless before a three-meter-tall rock, his ragged trousers ripped by the mountain wind, and lightning patterns on his back moved like a living thing. He gripped the rusty knife tightly in both hands, the blade emitting purple lightning as it crushed the gravel beneath his feet into dust.

"The 1,900th time"

He murmured, and pointed the blade at the sky.

Half a month ago, he accepted the death battle trial, strangled the Wang family's minions with thunder power, and even slaughtered the traitors in the torture hall.

Now everyone in the martial arts school is silent, even the remnants of Instructor Zhou are huddled in the corner, trembling in fear.

But Chu Ning knew that the grudges with the Wang family were not understood, and the real threat was always hanging over his head.

The Wang family may pounce like a poisonous snake at any time.

If they attack my sister, I will be powerless to resist.

Thinking of this, he raised his knife and chopped down again.

boom!
The blade flashed with the power of Thunder Dragon, striking the same crack in the rock wall. Stone fragments flew like rain, but the crack only extended half an inch.

For half a month, he kept chopping and practicing the "Thunder Sword Technique".

"not enough!"

Chu Ning wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his palms were already cracked to the bone.

Since he was promoted to deacon, he would come to the cliff to practice swordplay at 3:00 AM every day, and soak in the medicinal pool to temper his body at 4:00 PM. Even the most stringent instructor in Jiayuan was astonished that this madman actually treated his body as an iron blank forging.

The Hunyuan Divine Order hummed in the sea of ​​consciousness:

[Repayment Condition: Split a three-meter-thick boulder with one strike]

The large blood-red characters were like shackles pressing down on my head.

"Since Heaven wants to sharpen me," he bent his knees and gathered strength, lightning patterns exploding from his spine, "then I will sharpen a sword that can cut through the heavens!"

The knife's momentum suddenly changed!
The rusty knife no longer chopped straight ahead, but followed the incomplete "Qingzhe Style" of the "Thunder Blade Technique". The blade trembled like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and every inch of strength was condensed into a point.

Clang——!
The shrieking sound of metal and stone colliding pierced the sky, and the huge rock finally cracked into spider-web patterns.

Chu Ning's ears and nose were bleeding, but he grinned wildly: "It's done!"

The blade's momentum grew increasingly frantic, purple lightning streaking through the cracks. When the 1,999th strike fell, heaven and earth suddenly fell silent.

Crack.
A subtle cracking sound echoed from the core of the rock, and the three-meter-tall rock suddenly split in half. The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Chu Ning's blood-soaked figure.

【Repayment conditions met! 】

The Hunyuan Divine Order exploded into a thousand-foot-long blood-red light, and an illusion of a raging thunderstorm suddenly appeared in front of Chu Ning's eyes.

He saw himself standing in the sky, drawing thousands of thunderbolts to temper his sword; he saw the rust on the sword peeling off bit by bit, revealing a purple crystal blade like a dragon bone; he also saw thunderclouds in his dantian surging, condensing into a dragon-shaped cyclone!
"break!"

Chu Ning roared and swung his sword. A thunder dragon roared out from the blade, flattening half the cliff. When the smoke and dust cleared, he knelt on one knee, the rust on the blade turning into amethyst shards scattered all over the ground.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Lei Wanjun's wild laughter shook the snow off the cliff. The old man strode into the ruins, and the ninth-grade pressure caused the broken rocks to hang in the air. "In the past thirty years, you are the first one to have practiced the Thunder Blade Art to a minor level of success!"

Chu Ning stood up, leaning on his sword, lightning patterns flickering under his newly formed skin. "Master, you are so kind." "You are so kind?" Lei Wanjun flicked his sword with his fingers, and the Jingzhe Sword hummed like tears. "When the Thunder Blade Sect was at its peak, the Sect Master used this sword technique to kill three eighth-grade warriors in a row! It's a pity that later generations were so stupid that they demoted this technique to the lower level of the yellow rank."

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly put his fingers together like a sword and stabbed Chu Ning in the middle of his eyebrows!

Chu Ning's pupils suddenly shrank and he instinctively blocked.

clang!
The Qi exploded into a three-meter-high wave, forcing Chu Ning to retreat seven steps, his knuckles cracking. Lei Wanjun, however, stroked his beard and laughed, "The Thunder Cloud Qi Sea is complete. You've reached the mid-level tenth rank!"

Chu Ning was stunned.

There are ten ranks of warriors, each categorized into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. He had just entered the tenth rank half a month ago, and now he had gone straight to the middle rank?
"Is this the price to pay back the Hunyuan Divine Order?" He stroked the hilt of the knife, remembering the excruciating pain in his meridians when he pre-drained the energy.

Lei Wanjun slipped a gilded invitation from his sleeve: "On the third day of next month, the prefectural city will hold the 'Qingyun Tournament' held every ten years. The Benlei Martial Arts School needs a disciple to participate."

Chu Ning glanced at the dragon pattern on the invitation, which was the emblem of the Qingzhou Prefecture.

"The champion can choose any Xuan-level martial arts technique from the arsenal, and can also be recommended by the governor to serve in the 'Zhenwu Division'." Lei Wanjun's eyes were blazing. "But I want you to declare in public that you are a disciple of Benlei Martial Arts School after you win!"

The mountain wind blew the invitation cards rustling.

Chu Ning understood instantly: the old master wanted to use the Qingyun Raid to restore the reputation of the Leidao Sect.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Wang Chongshan, the third elder of the Wang family, broke through to the eighth rank yesterday." Lei Wanjun sneered, "Do you think you can rest easy just by killing a few minions? Only the tiger skin of the Zhenwu Division can suppress the fangs of the aristocratic families!"

The long sword suddenly trembled. Chu Ning remembered his sister's relaxed brows when she drank the medicine, and the grim smile of the Wang family's thugs when they kicked the door.

He sheathed his sword with his backhand, the lightning pattern disappearing into his sleeve. "I want the championship position."

"very good!"

Lei Wanjun's skinny fingertips brushed across the yellowed remains of the scroll, and the charred cracks on the edges of the pages looked like centipedes crawling.

He threw the fragment towards Chu Ning, and the scroll unfolded in mid-air, revealing a half-torn meridian map: "The second level of the Thunder Blade Technique, not only kills the enemy, but also kills the inner demon!"

The moment Chu Ning took the scroll, the ink on the fragment suddenly twisted and turned into a lightning snake that rushed into his palm.

The severe pain spread from his wrist bone to his heart. He groaned and the rusty knife almost slipped out of his hand.

That night, the medicine pool in Hospital A was boiling like a furnace.

Chu Ning sat cross-legged in the middle of the pool, with a rusty knife placed across his knees.

The bloody words of the Hunyuan Divine Order reappeared:
[Currently, the Commander is attempting to rely on the lower-grade Yellow Rank technique: "Thunderbolt Blade Technique" (Second Level)]

[Advance conditions: None]

[Repayment conditions: Success is achieved only if the stone remains intact after the sword is struck. After repayment, the next advance payment effect will be unlocked!]

He tilted his head back and drank the whole bone-strengthening powder, the medicinal power piercing into his bone marrow like a steel needle.

A vast wasteland suddenly unfolded before Chu Ning's eyes.

Countless broken swords were stuck upside down in the scorched earth, and each blade was engraved with the incomplete moves of the "Thunder Sword Technique".

The wind blew the blood sand through the cluster of swords, making a shrill cry like the wails of thousands of wronged souls.

"Is this... Sword Tomb?"

Chu Ning gripped the rusty knife tightly in his hand and found that the blade was resonating with the nearest broken knife.

The knife was engraved with the second half of the "Qingzhe Style", which was exactly the missing part of the fragment given by Lei Wanjun!
Clang!
The broken knife suddenly jumped up, and the blade went straight for the throat.

Chu Ning instinctively swung his sword to block, but the rusty blade shattered upon contact. Severe pain radiated from his neck, and he stumbled to his knees, his hands covered in phantom blood.

"The defeated souls return to the sword tomb."

A low voice echoed in the wilderness. Chu Ning was surprised to find that his wound had healed rapidly, and there was one less crack on the broken knife opposite him.

He suddenly realized: every broken sword is a trial of death!
(End of this chapter)