All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

The handsome middle-aged man, holding an iron flute, aimed straight for Zhang Cheng's chest.

His left hand, which held the iron flute, was now as red as blood, and he used his superior internal energy to heat the flute to a scorching temperature.

Zhang Cheng reached out to meet them, and the two each held one end of an iron flute. Their eyes met, and they began to compete in internal strength.

Gao Shengtai unleashed his inner strength, channeling it through the iron flute and directly attacking Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng then circulated the Northern Darkness True Qi, gathering it in his palm.

The Northern Darkness True Qi possesses both Yin and Yang properties, and can be both cold and hot. Zhang Cheng had also learned the One-Finger Divine Skill from Duan Yanqing, so he transformed his internal energy into an extremely strong and Yang form, channeling it all into the arm that was gripping the flute.

Although the One-Finger Divine Skill is the most powerful of all techniques, it is balanced and gentle, and it is not easy to generate intense heat.

But Zhang Cheng, relying on his strong physique and amazing recovery ability, recklessly poured his internal energy into his arm, not caring at all that his meridians were being burned.

If he himself was like this, it would be even more difficult for Gao Shengtai, who was competing with him in terms of internal strength, to contend with him.

The iron flute began to glow red and bright from Zhang Cheng's side, and the red light spread inch by inch along the flute towards Gao Shengtai.

The air near the iron flute was distorted by the intense heat.

Gao Shengtai's expression changed drastically. He immediately withdrew his attack and used his acupoint striking technique to attack Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng casually tossed the red-hot iron flute into the ground. "Sizzle—" The iron flute entered the earth, wisps of smoke rising from it.

He countered Gao Shengtai's attack with his own pressure point techniques.

With a foundation in acupoint striking techniques and knowledge of the profound acupoint striking method of One-Finger Divine Skill, coupled with his powerful internal energy, he could defeat his enemies even with simple acupoint striking techniques.

Gao Shengtai had suffered severe internal energy depletion in the previous exchange, and within three to five moves, Zhang Cheng seized an opening, sealed his acupoints with a single finger, and threw him out of the battle.

Just after Gao Shengtai left, the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk arrived again.

The old monk pointed, and a strong wind howled. Hua Hegen and Fan Hua followed closely behind, one on the left and one on the right, forming a pincer movement.

However, having just witnessed how Zhang Cheng swiftly dealt with Gao Shengtai and Ba Tianshi, the two dared not stray too far apart. They maintained their formation with the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk and advanced steadily.

Zhang Cheng felt disgusted as he watched the yellow-browed monk stab him with the middle finger again.

The old monk kept giving him the middle finger, so he decided to retaliate. He simply extended his right middle finger and pointed it at him.

His physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he was not much different from those masters who had studied external martial arts for more than ten years.

At this moment, his true energy gathered at his fingertips, and he figured his destructive power was not much less than that of the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk.

But the moment he raised his middle finger, the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk's originally fierce attack suddenly stopped.

The old monk's gaze fell on Zhang Cheng's raised middle finger, a barely perceptible daze flashing in his eyes.

In that short time, Zhang Cheng had already seized the opening and pointed a finger at the opponent's heart.

Just as his fingertips touched him, he clenched his fist. "Bang!" The fist struck the yellow-browed monk squarely in the chest.

The old monk was sent flying backward, landing more than 30 feet away.

Just as Zhang Cheng retracted his fist, a powerful gust of wind arrived from behind. Hua Hegen's steel shovel swept across, aiming straight for his waist!

He suddenly bent backward, almost folding his entire body in half, the shovel brushing past his nose.

Then, he braced himself on the ground with both hands, flipped backward, and raised his legs to clamp the steel shovel like iron clamps, pulling himself and the shovel backward.

Huahegen felt a tremendous force coming from the shovel, and his whole body was pulled forward and staggered.

Knowing he was no match for Zhang Cheng in a wrestling match, he decisively abandoned his shovel and switched to a fist and foot attack.

Zhang Cheng rolled over and landed, now holding the steel shovel in his hand.

He held the shovel horizontally, using it as a long-handled knife. His skill with long weapons was already well-established due to his background as a spear master, and he wielded the shovel with great power.

Hua Hegen and Fan Hua attacked together, but he suppressed them completely with a single stroke.

After seven or eight moves, Zhang Cheng flicked the stick upwards with his backhand, aiming directly at Hua Hegen's waist and abdomen.

"Go!" Hua Hegen flew out in response, crashing heavily outside the battle circle.

Hua Hegen is out of the running. Fan Hua, left alone, is naturally no match for him.

Zhang Cheng casually discarded the steel shovel, rushed forward, and captured Fan Hua in a few moves, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him away.

"I've seen my share of experts from outside the Duan family in Dali Kingdom. Now, shouldn't you let me witness the skills of the experts from the Duan family itself?"

As Zhang Cheng spoke, he turned and looked at Duan Zhengchun, as well as Duan Zhengming and Abbot Benyin who were standing side by side with him.

Duan Zhengming, dressed in a long yellow satin robe, stepped forward. His face was dignified and his demeanor was composed. He bore a resemblance to Duan Zhengchun in his brows, but appeared more calm and prudent.

"My name is Duan Zhengming. Your martial arts are unparalleled. You can fight against many people with ease and show no mercy, without killing a single person. I admire your skill and your magnanimity."

However, you have just fought several battles, and your internal energy must have been greatly depleted. Duan, along with my younger brother and senior brother Benyin, are all successors of the One-Finger Divine Skill.

If the three of us join forces to continue the attack, even if you possess extraordinary abilities, I fear you will find it difficult to escape unscathed.

At this point, Duan Zhengming sighed: "I know that ganging up on the few and taking turns attacking them won't sound good if word gets out. But this matter involves the lives of my brothers, so even though it's somewhat dishonorable, I accept it."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Zhang Cheng: "Since there have been no casualties today, let's call it a day. If you are willing to stop, you can speak frankly about whatever you have to say, without needing to resort to violence again."

Seeing his politeness, Zhang Cheng returned the greeting with a bow: "Your Majesty is too kind. The rules of this competition were set by me. Whether it's a series of duels or a siege, it's all within the rules, so there's no need to worry about it."

Besides, now that I'm here today, it would be a shame if I couldn't exchange a few blows with some experts from the Duan family.

He took half a step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Gentlemen, please."

Duan Zhengming and the other two exchanged glances. Having said all that, any further concessions would make the Dali Duan family appear cowardly and easily bullied.

Duan Zhengming nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "In that case, be careful."

He raised his right hand, pointed his index finger in the air, and an invisible force pierced through the air.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng neither dodged nor avoided, but also raised his right hand and pointed directly at her.

The same posture, the same finger technique. Two invisible finger forces collided violently in mid-air and vanished without a trace.

Duan Zhengming's pupils contracted slightly: "How did you learn the One-Finger Divine Skill?"

Zhang Cheng withdrew his hand, his expression calm: "I am on good terms with a member of the Duan family, so we exchanged knowledge and skills to verify each other's martial arts."

Duan Zhengming frowned slightly. A member of the Duan family? Who?

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, but now was not the time to ask.

Because Zhang Cheng made his move. This time, he took the initiative. With a flick of his finger, a surge of power erupted, aiming directly at Duan Zhengming.

Duan Zhengming quickly extended his fingers to counter, and the two finger forces collided again.

This time, however, Zhang Cheng used extremely strong internal force, and his finger force actually carried Duan Zhengming's finger force back to him.

Upon seeing this, Duan Zhengchun and Benyin simultaneously raised their right hands and each extended a finger to help.

The three streams of Yi Yang Finger power converged into one, colliding violently with Zhang Cheng's finger power!