Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

"Zhao Yan, you go!" Luo Taihe called out a name on the training ground.

Behind him, a middle-aged man with a cold and hard expression strode forward, his body covered in layers of muscular muscles, extremely strong.

Luo Taihe looked at the man who had followed him for many years with a confident expression.

Zhao Yan is now over forty years old, and at this age he is still enduring hardship in the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Technique), so the chances of him breaking through to the Lian Zang (Purification Technique) are almost zero.

That's precisely why he was able to dedicate most of his time to practicing Iron Body Kung Fu, the most famous skill at the Iron Stone Martial Arts School.

Among the Yi Jin Jing disciples of the Iron Stone Martial Arts School, their physical strength ranks first!

"It's a sure thing." Luo Taihe's mind raced, and he looked at Zhou Chen with a mocking expression.

This person is skilled at tracing clues and is young; surely his physical skills must also be lacking.

The training ground was quickly cleared.

The disciples of the Crimson Flame Sect stood around, their hearts pounding in their throats.

Yi Lianxing, who had a good relationship with Zhou Chen, looked worried.

They also recognized the man in front of them, named Zhao Yan.

This person is always present at every martial arts competition, and he is always at the Yi Jin Jing level.

It can be said that he was the key figure in Tieshi Martial Arts School's ability to score points in the Yi Jin Jing realm.

Beside him, Zhou Chen, holding a crimson staff, walked unhurriedly into the center of the arena.

The two men got into position but did not exchange greetings.

Zhao Yan gave a low shout and darted forward, faster than a galloping horse.

His weapon, like Xiang Feng's, which ambushed him in the streets that day, was a pair of brass knuckles, which, when worn on iron palms forged from refined iron, resembled the fangs of a ferocious beast.

In an instant, his fingers curled into claws, tearing through the air and heading straight for Zhou Chen.

He had sparred with disciples of the Crimson Flame Martial Arts School many times during the martial arts competition, and had gained some experience in how to counter the Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

When fighting a stick with fists, the most important thing is to close the distance.

Iron Body Kung Fu of Iron Stone Martial Arts School specializes in training the physical body, making the entire body as strong as metal. Combined with the explosive power of the Yi Jin Jing, as long as one can withstand one blow from this kid's staff, the battle will be over once he gets close.

Looking at Zhou Chen's slender figure, Zhao Yan's lips curled into a sinister smile, as if he could already see the bloody scene of Zhou Chen's body being torn apart by him.

Zhou Chen unleashed his spiritual tracking ability, enveloping the entire training ground.

Through repeated use of the telepathic ability, Zhou Chen discovered that its application was not static.

Just like last night, as long as he memorized the scent of the cannibal monster, he could isolate himself from other distractions and focus solely on finding the scent he needed.

In this way, the traceable range will be expanded many times over.

At this moment, all his energy was focused on this small training ground, and he had his opponent's every move under his control.

He could even detect the opponent's muscles reacting before he even began to probe.

"The neck!" Zhou Chen watched the trajectory of Zhao Yan's five fingers, his feet shifting like willow catkins in the wind, dodging the attack.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the long staff turned bright red, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, and stabbed towards Zhao Yan's heart.

"Huh?" Zhao Yan exclaimed softly, not expecting Zhou Chen to have such sharp eyes.

He clenched his fist tightly, opening and closing it even wider, completely ignoring the long stick thrusting at him, forcing Zhou Chen to fight head-on.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen naturally understood Zhao Yan's plan.

He stepped back several feet with a quick movement.

As Zhao Yan closed in, the staff flashed continuously, surrounded by scorching air waves, constantly restricting Zhao Yan's movements, leaving him only able to passively take the beatings and unable to get close.

"laugh!"

The tip of the stick touched Zhao Yan's dark right arm, and streams of scorching energy penetrated his body.

Zhao Yan felt a numbness in his arm, and his taut fist stance was instantly broken by the force of the impact.

"Good lad!" Zhao Yan activated his Iron Body Skill, his blood and qi surging, forcing out the energy of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, but he couldn't get rid of the redness and swelling on his right arm.

He felt the lingering burning sensation on his arm and suppressed the disdain in his eyes.

He crossed his palms, creating a dense barrage of palm shadows, like two iron walls constantly striking and crushing Zhou Chen.

As the sticks clashed, Zhou Chen felt the trembling force transmitted from the tip of the stick, and his heart skipped a beat.

While psychic abilities can anticipate an enemy's moves, the difference in physical strength cannot be bridged.

The next moment, Zhou Chen's blood surged, and a visible burst of scorching energy emanated from his body, leaving him with no room for restraint.

"Crimson Flame Qi!" Outside the training ground, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

The disciples of the Crimson Flame Sect present were all highly skilled in the Crimson Flame Staff Technique. The moment the blazing energy exploded, they were already able to judge the level of Zhou Chen's Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

"Junior Brother Zhou has already mastered the Crimson Flame Staff Technique to a minor level in less than a month since he started learning?"

"Truly a genius!"

On the other side, Luo Taihe saw that Zhao Yan was unable to break through after a long attack and even showed signs of being suppressed by Zhou Chen, and his heart sank.

He stared intently at Zhou Chen, his fingers cracking as he pondered whether he should disregard his reputation, rush onto the training ground, kill Zhou Chen, and then leave.

Afterwards, it's a small matter if their own martial arts school suffers; as long as the internal plans of the sect don't go wrong, that's fine.

Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder, steady and strong.

"Master Luo, how is Junior Brother Zhou's Crimson Flame Staff Technique?" Gao Tian's expression was gentle, but his body subtly blocked Luo Taihe's path.

If Luo Taihe wanted to make a move against Zhou Chen, he would definitely not be able to avoid him.

"Hmph, so what if he's talented? Zhao Yan has been immersed in Iron Body Kung Fu for decades. He's not someone a mere brat can defeat." Pressed down by Gao Tian, ​​Luo Taihe had no choice but to abandon his hopes and pin his hopes on Zhao Yan seriously injuring Zhou Chen.

"Bang! Bang! Clang!"

The sounds of sticks clashing and palms exploding with energy were incessant.

With his psychic abilities pushed to their limit, Zhou Chen could dodge Zhao Yan's attacks with incredible speed and precision, even detecting changes in Zhao Yan's moves in advance.

Zhao Yan's dark face darkened even more, and as time went by, he was already incredibly surprised.

This person is young, yet possesses outstanding abilities.

What upset him the most was that he hadn't even touched the hem of the man's clothes the whole time.

Even when he tried to withstand the attack from the long staff, expecting it to be a sure-fire fatal blow, his opponent easily dodged it.

It felt as if I had been fighting with thin air for a long time, which was very uncomfortable.

Thirty moves passed in the blink of an eye.

Although Zhou Chen defended more than he attacked, he never showed any signs of defeat. On the contrary, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if they held a ball of crimson flame.

"This is outrageous!" Zhao Yan's face grew increasingly grim as he failed to break through Zhao Yan's defenses.

He took a deep breath, his blood and qi surging, his thick arms bulging with muscles, and his palms conjured seven or eight palm shadows, each one seemingly tangible.

Zhou Chen looked at the countless palm shadows, and the surrounding air seemed to be compressed, making it hard to breathe.

However, compared to the sense of oppression that "Erlang Shen" had previously given him, it was nothing.

The next moment, a crimson light flashed in his eyes, and he poured all his strength into the long staff.

Sparks flew up from the tip of the long stick.

"break!"

Zhou Chen let out a low roar, his body and long staff almost transforming into a straight line of crimson flame, piercing through the illusory and real palm prints, and thrusting straight at Zhao Yan.

"Not good!" Zhao Yan's pupils shrank sharply as he saw that point of crimson rapidly enlarging before his eyes, exceeding the limit of his ability to change his move.