The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

At the order of the disciple in charge, He Ping roared, and the bluestone ground beneath his feet cracked. He pounced on Ye Sheng like a tiger released from its cage.

He did not use any weapons, for those bloody hands were his most powerful weapon.

"die!"

He Ping unleashed a punch, causing the air to explode with a piercing shriek. The power of this punch was enough to shatter stone tablets and split rocks.

Ye Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he did not choose to take the blow head-on. He moved his feet in a series of swift movements, pushing the Blood Shadow Step to its limit, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a fleeting shadow.

He Ping's punch missed its mark, but instead created a half-foot-deep crater in the arena floor.

Instantly, smoke and dust filled the air, and gravel flew everywhere.

"You think all you can do is run away, kid?"

He Ping grinned maliciously, turned around, and pounced again. His speed was extremely fast, and each punch was imbued with immense force.

For a moment, the arena was filled only with his ferocious figure and the wind-splitting force of his fists.

Ye Sheng, on the other hand, was like a small boat in a raging storm, constantly dodging and weaving, always maintaining a safe distance from He Ping.

"His movements... are so fast!"

"It's like a ghost, so elusive!"

On the viewing platform, the disciples were dazzled, never expecting Ye Sheng's movement technique to be so swift.

"Hmph, you dare to show off your petty skills before an expert."

Du Tao scoffed, his face still displaying an air of absolute confidence. He knew that He Ping had not yet unleashed his true killing move.

Sure enough, He Ping suddenly stopped on the stage. He looked at the boy who was constantly dodging in the distance, and a ferocious smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Kid, it's time to end this hide-and-seek game."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl.

"roar--!"

Instantly, a surge of violent blood energy erupted from his body, and his bronze skin turned an eerie crimson in an instant. His muscles swelled up again at a visible speed, and his figure grew an inch taller.

"This is... the Blood Fiend Body!"

On the viewing platform, a knowledgeable inner disciple exclaimed in surprise.

"Blood Fiend Body? What is that?" someone nearby asked urgently.

"An extremely domineering body-refining secret technique! It can burn one's own essence and blood in a short period of time to gain several times the strength and speed! However, the price is also huge; at best, it will severely damage one's vital energy, and at worst, it will cause immediate death!"

As everyone was shocked, He Ping on the stage moved again.

This time, his speed was several times faster than before. He became a blood-red afterimage and instantly closed in on Ye Sheng.

"Die!" He Ping threw a punch, and a faint bloody light appeared on the tip of his fist.

Upon seeing this, Ye Sheng's pupils shrank sharply. He hadn't expected He Ping to have such a terrifying trump card. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only instinctively hold the Black Ridge across his chest to withstand the attack.

"Bang—!" A loud noise reverberated through the arena.

Ye Sheng felt an irresistible, terrifying force emanating from the blade. The next second, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen.

"Hahaha! Kid, you think you're so good at dodging? Show me how you dodge again!"

He Ping looked at Ye Sheng, who was lying on the ground, and burst into wild laughter.

He stepped forward, each step causing the entire arena to tremble.

"This competition should end now."

"Ye Sheng is definitely going to die this time."

On the viewing platform, the disciples shook their heads and sighed, while Du Tao was so excited that his face turned red, as if he could already see Ye Sheng being cut into pieces by He Ping.

At the same time, Liu Qing and Shen Qingqiu were also on edge. They never expected that He Ping, who was just an ordinary martial artist, would have such terrifying strength.

Just when everyone thought Ye Sheng was doomed, the boy lying in the pool of blood slowly stood up from the ground.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and looking at He Ping who was approaching step by step, his face showed no fear at all, but instead a sinister smile appeared.

That smile was extremely faint, yet it was like an invisible sharp needle that suddenly pierced He Ping's heart.

His wild laughter abruptly stopped, his brows furrowed, and he stared intently at the boy who should have been on the verge of death.

Something's not right! This kid's eyes are too calm, as calm as a bottomless pool of stagnant water, without fear or sorrow, not even a ripple.

He Ping became wary, stopped in his tracks, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Sheng did not answer, but slowly raised the black spine in his hand.

A soft "hum" suddenly echoed through the noisy training ground.

Immediately afterwards, an aura that was even more violent, domineering, and evil than the bloodthirsty aura on He Ping's body suddenly erupted from Ye Sheng's body!

"What is that?"

All the disciples on the viewing platform were stunned, only to see that a layer of eerie blood-red flames silently ignited around Ye Sheng.

The flames there were different from the fiery intensity of He Ping's Blood Fiend; instead, they carried a desolate meaning of burning everything away.

At this moment, Ye Sheng's hair moved without wind, each strand standing up. His pupils also turned an eerie crimson, as if two clusters of ghostly fire were burning silently within them.

[Burning Blood Blade Technique]!

After advancing to the Opening Meridian Realm, Ye Sheng unleashed this desperate demonic art without reservation for the first time, even more ruthlessly than when he fought Pang Fu last time.

"Well--!"

An indescribable, excruciating pain exploded from his limbs and bones, as if countless ants were gnawing at his marrow. At the same time, a vast and domineering force also filled his body.

"This is……"

He Ping stared at the young man before him, whose aura had suddenly become somewhat strange, and his expression changed drastically for the first time. He sensed a threat of death emanating from Ye Sheng!

"Playing tricks!" He Ping shouted angrily, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart.

He once again unleashed his bloodthirsty power, transforming himself into a streak of crimson lightning as he hurtled toward Ye Sheng.

"Die!" A punch was thrown, and the air seemed to be torn apart with a shrill sound.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Ye Sheng did not dodge again, but slowly raised his black spine, and then slashed down with his sword.

This strike was very slow. So slow that everyone present could clearly see its trajectory.

Yet this seemingly slow strike carries with it a resolute and domineering force that cuts through everything.

Where the blade passed, even the air seemed to freeze.

"Bang!"

The force of the fist and the energy of the sword collided fiercely in mid-air, but there was no earth-shattering sound as expected, only a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread wildly outwards from the two of them.

The entire arena trembled violently under the sweep of this powerful energy.

"Click..."

The arena floor was covered with a fine, spiderweb-like crack.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

He Ping's imposing body was so shaken that he staggered back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard tabletop.

He stared incredulously at his trembling right fist, on which lay a deep, bone-revealing knife wound.

Fresh blood was continuously flowing down the wound.

"How could this be...?"

He Ping muttered to himself, his heart filled with even greater shock: "The Blood Fiend Body Technique that I've always relied on has actually been broken through by this nameless brat with a single strike!"

In contrast, Ye Sheng remained standing still, not retreating an inch. Only the tiger's mouth of his right hand, which held the knife, had a bloody gash, from which bright red blood flowed and stained the hilt of the knife.

"Again!" Ye Sheng roared, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body transformed into lightning, and he pounced on He Ping.

"Wind-Breaking Blade Technique"!

In his palm, the Black Ridge sword transformed into a myriad of blade shadows, like a raging storm, descending upon He Ping, each strike accompanied by a chilling sound of wind being torn apart.

"court death!"

He Ping roared and charged forward defiantly, his iron fists moving with impenetrable force, blocking Ye Sheng's numerous sword strikes.

"Ding! Ding! Dong! Dong!"

In an instant, the arena was filled with the crisp sound of metal clashing against metal and the furious roars of the two men.

At this moment, both were blinded by rage. One was a berserker who burned his life essence for power. The other was a swordsman who scorched his own life force to become a demon.

This is no longer a contest, but a bloody battle to the death!