The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 851 Devastating Strike, Palm Shakes the Mysterious Spirit (Seeking Monthly Tickets~)

"I have changed my mind."

An uproar erupted at the Xuanling Banquet.

No one expected that Chen Ping'an would stand up and say such a thing at this critical juncture.

Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, is a grandmaster of the Wind and Cloud faction.

If he makes a move, then
Below the jade platform, a grandmaster slowly raised his head, his face filled with anticipation.

Chen Ping'an's sudden speech caught Ji Mingchang off guard.

"Lord Chen is of noble status and possesses extraordinary combat prowess. Why are you so interested?" Ji Mingchang suppressed his displeasure and spoke gently.

Chen Ping'an smiled, said nothing, and slowly got up.

Seeing this, Ji Mingchang knew that Chen Ping'an's mind was made up, and there was no point in saying anything now.

"In that case," he pondered for a moment, "Yan Hong, accompany Lord Chen to have a pleasant exchange of skills."

Lord Chen is a man of great renown and formidable fighting prowess. He disdains to contend with you and has restricted your weapons. However, you must not be arrogant. If you offend Lord Chen, you will be punished yourself!

"Yes, elder." Yan Hong excitedly cupped his hands, raised his head and looked up, his expression full of eagerness.

I thought it was over, but unexpectedly, things took a dramatic turn and there were such changes.

Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, what a great reputation!
If he can win today's battle, his reputation will soar and his influence will be felt far and wide!

Although the savage sword is powerful, he still has absolute confidence if he doesn't use weapons.

Unexpectedly, this brute was so foolish; the elder's few words had provoked him to act so rashly!
Yan Hong was excited and his heart was filled with emotion.

He has cultivated himself diligently for a long time, and now he follows the clan elders. Isn't he here to make a name for himself?

Today's grand banquet, the battle has reached this point, and he has overpowered everyone to win the first place, thus gaining fame. However, compared to his victory over the fierce swordsman Chen Ping'an, this fame is far from enough.

"That old guy."

The pseudo-celestial being frowned slightly.

Ji Mingchang's words, seemingly a warning to Yan Hong, were actually a reminder to everyone present.

Today's grand banquet will proceed without the need for weapons.

This agreement had been made long ago. All parties had reached a tacit understanding, and if Mang Dao were to resort to violence this time, it would be a violation of the rules.

Even if you win the battle, it can be deemed invalid.

Ji Mingchang's meaning was clearly understood by everyone present.

Below the jade platform, a Grandmaster, whose face had been filled with hope, gradually dimmed his gaze.

The brute force is powerful, but without the use of weapons, this battle...
Black Rock Old Monster stared at Chen Ping'an, who had stood up, with a stern face.

Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, is ranked among the top masters in the Fengyun Masters List.

If he were to take action, no one would doubt his ability to suppress Yan Hong.

But if restrictions are added beforehand, then...
Mang Dao is renowned for his swordsmanship, and eight or nine out of ten of his combat abilities are derived from swordsmanship.

Mang Dao's talent in the art of the sword is known throughout the world.

Soul-Severing Blade Technique, Overlord Blade Technique, Thunderous Blade Technique.
Every sword technique, when wielded by a master swordsman, can often transform the mundane into the extraordinary.

It can overcome the strong with the weak, and achieve cross-border reversals.
What if we run out of knives?
"This is troublesome." Old Rong sat in the lower seat, his expression solemn, his eyes filled with worry as he looked at Chen Ping'an.

Peaceful combat strength rests entirely on swordsmanship. Restricting the use of swords is tantamount to crippling one's martial arts. Even with the aid of movement techniques, one's offensive capabilities would decline drastically.

Without effective combat, how can we possibly win this sparring match?

If it were an ordinary grandmaster, with Chen Ping'an's talent and ability, he would probably have other methods even without relying on the way of the sword. But Yan Hong's combat strength is obvious to all; he is definitely a martial arts grandmaster who has reached the level of the Wind and Cloud.

Without the use of weapons, and lacking effective offensive capabilities, how can we achieve victory?

Even if it ends in a draw, it would still be a loss for Chen Ping'an's current prestige and status.

As for defeat, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

If we were to lose to Yan Hong today, even if everyone present knew it was due to the limitations of weaponry, if word got out, who would care about that?

"Peaceful him," Old Rong's eyes trembled, and he sighed deeply.

"Lord Chen, it's just a friendly exchange of music; we can stop as soon as we're satisfied." Ji Mingchang was in high spirits and looked pleased. "If we're in high spirits, we can stop at any time. There's no need to worry about the exchange."

At this moment, he was full of pride and his mind was clear.

I thought the battle was over, but I never expected there would be an extra gain.

Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance and made an agreement to avoid risks.

Chen Ping'an glanced at Ji Mingchang, his eyes calm and his expression serene, exuding an air of composure, elegance, and confidence that ran deep.

Ji Mingchang was slightly taken aback, but then disappeared.

What are you thinking!

Even if Chen Ping'an's swordsmanship is divine, his combat power will inevitably drop significantly without his weapon.

This is an immutable law that no one can avoid.

Even with some unexpected events, Yan Hong's combat prowess is enough to make him the cornerstone of this scheme.

Even if we can't win, a draw is definitely not a problem.

A draw would be sufficient to achieve the desired outcome of this plan.

Lady Biluo, with a charming expression, gently stroked her hair as she looked at Chen Ping'an, who stood calmly and composedly in the arena.

At this moment, she seemed to see that confident look she had during the Azure Dragon Banquet years ago.

"If I have the will, why would I need external things?"

The young man, his clothes fluttering in the wind, walked with unhurried steps, leaving a trail of graceful figures as he passed by her.

"Being born from dust is never a mistake; forgetting is!"

It was a ray of light that shone into my heart, illuminating my long-confused soul.

"Young Master Chen, if we truly suffer a defeat today, I will certainly help you quell this matter!" Madam Biluo's eyes were bright and clear, her hair piled high like clouds.

At the grand banquet, all eyes were on them.

Yan Hong grinned, confident and composed: "Lord Chen, please forgive me."

Having said that, he launched a swift attack without waiting for Chen Ping'an's reaction.

The true essence stirred, like a giant millstone, and a pair of fleshy palms suddenly grew to enormous size, shimmering with the luster of black, cold iron.

Heavy Shock Palm!
Yan Hong, with a confident expression, launched a fierce attack.

The method he cultivated was extremely unique; his palm strikes were domineering and could be superimposed. The process was subtle, and even those who experienced it firsthand rarely noticed it.

Once the momentum is established, it's time for a powerful and decisive attack.

boom!
The space trembled, and waves of air surged.

Upon seeing this, the Grandmaster below changed his expression slightly, his face becoming solemn.

At the start of the battle, Yan Hong went all out.

Chu Xuyang and his defeated subordinates were pale-faced and still shaken.

Cao Penghai looked unwilling, but his heart was full of fear.

Yan Hong's palm strike was domineering, something he hadn't fully grasped before. But when the opponent unleashed a powerful burst of force, compounded by multiple impacts, he realized its terrifying power.

Even with his physique, he could hardly withstand it, and under the heavy palm strikes, he ended up in defeat.

At this moment, Yan Hong used the same trick again, and even as a bystander, he couldn't help but feel lingering fear.

"With such palm force, even without being careless, it would be extremely difficult to defeat!"

At this moment, even Cao Penghai had to admit that Yan Hong's combat strength was indeed superior to his.

Even if he had been prepared, he probably wouldn't have been able to break Yan Hong's move.

Everyone was curious about Chen Ping'an's response.

If it weren't for the use of weapons, the sword would already be drawn at this moment.

But weapons cannot be used; he will
Is this how you should respond?!
Everyone stared intently, trying to see every detail of the battle unfolding on the field.

"Behold my powerful palm strike!"

Yan Hong unleashed his palm strike, the force of which trembled the space, creating ripples. "Grandmaster of the Wind and Cloud, the Savage Blade—"

Yan Hong roared inwardly, his spiritual essence pouring out continuously.

"defeat!"

He unleashed his masterful palm technique, honed over three hundred years, without reservation, all for the sake of making a name for himself today.

Make a strong first impression and get off to a great start!
But the next moment, Yan Hong's body froze completely, as if he was only moving forward by inertia. An incomparably terrifying will descended, as if endless gloom had shrouded his heart, and he lost all his spiritual senses.

The muscles, bones, and blood involuntarily trembled, as if facing the terror of life and death.

"Palm power?" A calm, indifferent voice rang in his ear: "This is considered palm power?"

The malevolent energy surged, accompanied by booming explosions.

boom!
With a deafening roar, Yan Hong's body crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Rumble~
With the force of the palm strike, the ground collapsed, forming a giant palm print.

The air surged, the killing intent overflowed, and ripples spread.

Amidst the endless aftershocks, a grandmaster's robes billowed and his hair fluttered.

"what?"

Ji Mingchang suddenly stood up, his expression filled with shock.

Black Rock Monster and the other pseudo-celestial beings all stood up, their eyes filled with disbelief.

As the dust settled, the scene gradually became clear.

"This"

Everyone in the room paled, their expressions filled with utter horror, their eyes trembling with unspeakable shock.

Beneath the palm print, the ground caved in, Yan Hong's clothes were torn to shreds, his body covered in blood, which flowed out and stained the ground red. His eyes were tightly closed, his face was ashen, and he was barely breathing; he was on the verge of death.

Upon seeing this, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.

这 是
A single palm strike?
When they looked up again, the way they looked at Chen Ping'an was as if they were looking at a monster.

Chen Ping'an's expression was calm, like a deity looking down at everyone in the arena.

"Is anyone willing to accept the challenge?"

His voice was indifferent, and although he was facing the crowd, his gaze was fixed on Ji Mingchang.

Looking down from a high vantage point, with eyes lowered.

His face showed little expression, but at that moment, it was enough to startle countless people.

"How is this going?"

Ji Mingchang's heart pounded like a drum.

Chen Ping'an, the rough-and-tumble swordsman, actually knows palm techniques?

When did this happen?

Why have I never heard of this before?!
"Brawler" Black Rock Old Monster stared intently at the figure standing in mid-air with a deep expression.

"One palm strike?" Old Rong stared wide-eyed, his expression one of utter astonishment.

Lady Biluo smiled charmingly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Ji Mingchang not far away.

"Elder Mingchang, it seems that Young Master Chen has won."

Ji Mingchang remained silent, but could not hide the tremor in his eyes.

The atmosphere at the grand banquet was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The commotion seemed to have come to an end.

"Lord Chen, your combat prowess is unparalleled, I admire you greatly."

Looking at Chen Ping'an falling into the arena, Ji Mingchang forced a smile and barely managed to cope.

Chen Ping'an glanced at him calmly and said, "It's been a long time since I've used my palm, so I'm a bit rusty and the intensity is hard to control. I hope Special Envoy Ji has no objections?"

"No objection, no objection." Ji Mingchang forced a smile: "The outcome of a friendly spar is always unpredictable. I hope Lord Chen enjoys himself."

"It's a pity it was a bit weak; I didn't get to fully enjoy it," Chen Ping'an said calmly.

Ji Mingchang's face turned pale and then red, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Madam Biluo chuckled, "Young Master Chen, your talent is exceptional, far beyond what ordinary people can match. There's no need to trouble yourself."

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly, then sat down at the table, picked up the wine pot, and began to drink.

"Elder Mingchang, now that the competition is settled, shouldn't the prize money belong to Young Master Chen?" Madam Biluo's expression was gentle and charming, like a spring breeze and clear water.

"Mrs. Biluo is right, that's how it should be."

Ji Mingchang's face was grim, and he answered with resentment.

Looking at the Azure Flame Spirit Wine on Chen Ping'an's long table, he felt a tightness in his chest and his heart was bleeding.

This is no longer just a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

But at this moment, no matter how unwilling or frustrated he was, he could only swallow his anger and resentment.

"Lord Chen, this is the prize for this exchange." He suppressed a smile and took out the prize for the exchange.

In this situation, the expressions of the people present varied. Amidst shock and horror, there was also a sense of exhilaration at the realization that their thoughts had been cleared.

As for Lady Biluo's remarks, no one felt that she was intentionally supporting Chen Ping'an, the ruthless swordsman. It was more about the infighting within the Bicang Prince's Mansion.

After all, although Lady Biluo and Ji Changming both belonged to the Bicang County Prince's Mansion, their internal factional affiliations were quite different.

Ji Changkong sat behind the long table, looking at the scene before him, his hands clenched tightly under his sleeves, trembling almost uncontrollably.

"Palm power, palm power."

Beneath his elegant and refined demeanor lay an almost indescribable tremor and horror.

Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, not only honed his swordsmanship but also his palm techniques!

It is a divine martial art with surging malevolent energy and fierce palm strikes. The mastery of its techniques has clearly reached an extremely profound level.

Even someone as dominant as Yan Hong was no match for him.

Yan Hong has been taken away for treatment and recuperation. During the process, some incidents occurred. A guest of the Prince's Mansion almost lost control of his emotions, but Ji Mingchang managed to suppress them.

In a sparring match, Yan Hong's fate was unknown, but with just one palm strike, Chen Ping'an established an unparalleled position among the Grandmasters.

Even a pseudo-celestial being looked at him with apprehension.

Yan Hong has already left, but the massive, earth-shattering palm print remains, leaving everyone present with endless shock.

What was shocking was not only the domineering and fierce palm force, but also the combat power of the brute Chen Ping'an that was beyond comprehension.

The grand banquet came to a complete end amidst discussions and conversations, and in an atmosphere that was destined to be less than pleasant and harmonious.

"Young Master Chen, please take care on your journey." Madam Biluo smiled sweetly as she watched Chen Ping'an leave.

As the only Celestial Realm expert present, she had a clearer understanding of the domineering nature of that palm strike.

To be precise, it's not just a matter of palm strength, but also a matter of martial will comparable to that of a top-tier pseudo-celestial being.

This level can be achieved with palm techniques; if sword techniques were used, then…
Lady Biluo glanced at Ji Changming, whose face was contorted with tension, then excused herself and gracefully departed, her green dress and light gauze flowing gently.

"Let's go." Old Monster Black Rock, his back hunched, called out to Cao Penghai and left the banquet.

Cao Penghai, his face hunched, followed Black Rock Old Monster away like a small mountain.

"Reckless Blade" Black Rock Old Monster looked in the direction Chen Ping'an had left and slapped Cao Penghai.

"Disgraceful wretch! It's one thing to be unable to beat Mang Dao, but he's not even a match for the unknown Yan Hong. I think all that special training these days has been for nothing."

Come back with me and retreat into seclusion to cultivate! Let me give you a proper makeover!

Black Rock Old Monster let out a huff, while Cao Penghai looked bitter and inexplicably aggrieved.

The Xuanling Grand Banquet has come to a close. But the details of the banquet are destined to be spread to various circles outside the banquet through the mouths of various forces.

In particular, Chen Ping'an's palm strike with the savage blade shocked the world and shook the Azure Sky!

Chen Ping'an, a prodigy with a hidden talent, is skilled not only in swordsmanship but also in palm techniques!
His swordsmanship was superb, and his palm techniques were equally terrifying!
With a single palm strike, he subdued the guest elder of the Bi Cang County Prince's Mansion. His palm technique was fierce and displayed an overbearing demeanor.

The name of the Wild Blade is destined to resound throughout the land once again.

(End of this chapter)