A cyan blade radiance flashed, brilliantly severing the giant hand clean in two. Qin Xiaolin's figure abruptly retreated, and the qi-forged giant hand instantly dissipated into smoke and dust in mid-air.
This time, Qin Xiaolin didn't get any advantage, and was even repelled by Chen Ping with one blow, which surprised everyone.
Qin Xiaolin narrowed his eyes, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger. Without a word, he immediately launched another attack towards Chen Ping.
No matter whether Chen Ping was injured or not, Qin Xiaolin didn't intend to give him any breathing room. Since he couldn't kill him with one strike, he would wear him down. With his martial arts master realm strength, he didn't believe Chen Ping had the ability to outlast him.
I saw Qin Xiaolin make a fist with his hand. Decades of meters apart, he suddenly threw a punch. Only a semi-transparent, invisible air current rapidly moved towards Chen Ping. Due to the speed, everyone only saw a white mist forming between Chen Ping and Qin Xiaolin, just like an airplane flying through the sky, leaving a long trail behind it.

Chen Ping once again condensed his qi into a blade. This time, the blade's glow was noticeably stronger, clearly indicating that he hadn't used his full power in the previous strike.
A dull boom echoed as Chen Ping's blade slashed against the energy wave. Though his attack deflected most of it, a portion still slammed heavily into his chest.
Chen Ping's figure instantly arched backward, then shot out rapidly. Chen Ping's feet slid on the stage, and soon two deep grooves appeared on the stage, stretching all the way to the edge of the platform. Only then did Chen Ping's figure come to a halt.
Chen Ping frowned slightly, the strength of a martial arts master was indeed not to be underestimated. Qin Xiaolin's qi seemed noticeably different from that of ordinary warriors.
Generally, a martial artist's Qi comes from their own physical training and cultivation. To be able to release Qi externally is already the realm of a Grandmaster. However, due to the limitations of martial arts cultivation methods, a martial artist's Qi cannot be sustained or so solid.

Qi power pales in comparison to the spiritual energy of a cultivator. This is why Chen Ping, despite only being at the Qi Condensation stage, could effortlessly slay two Grandmaster martial artists.
But Qin Xiaolin's inner strength was completely different from the other warriors. It was almost as close to a cultivator's spiritual energy as possible. No wonder Long Wu had warned Chen Ping in advance that warriors at the Martial Sect realm were not so easy to deal with. After seeing how warriors reached a whole new level after reaching the Martial Sect realm.
It's no wonder that many martial artists dream of reaching the Wuzong realm, even setting it as their goal and practicing relentlessly. However, it seems that the Wuzong realm is not so easy to achieve. Besides one's own cultivation techniques and talent, it also requires opportunity.
“To be able to withstand my two attacks, you are the most formidable Grandmaster I’ve encountered since I left seclusion. Your physique is incredibly robust, exceeding my imagination. You must have taken some kind of elixir to temper your body. If you hand over the elixir to me, perhaps I could spare your life.”
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Qin Xiaolin looked at Chen Ping's exposed bronze skin, his eyes full of envy.
"You let me go? I killed your son, and your nephew! Will you forgive me?"
Chen Ping's lips curled up, and he sneered.
"When I reach my level of cultivation, family ties are nothing but a hindrance. When I achieve immortality, I'll have no shortage of descendants. If you truly have a pill that can temper the body, give it to me, and I'll spare your life…"
Qin Xiaolin's words shocked everyone. No one expected Qin Xiaolin to actually let go of his son's revenge for the sake of so-called pills.

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