The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

At this moment, the battle in the arena had reached a fever pitch. Both of them were covered in wounds, and their strength seemed to be evenly matched.

He Ping had more than a dozen deep, bone-revealing knife wounds on his body, the blood staining his bronze skin a dark red. Ye Sheng also endured several heavy punches from He Ping, breaking several ribs in his chest.

However, neither of them showed any intention of backing down; the madness and bloodlust in their eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha! That's great! Absolutely great!"

While vomiting blood, He Ping laughed wildly and roared, "Kid, you're something else! You actually managed to push me to this point! But... this is where it ends!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, his long hair dancing wildly, and roared loudly.

"Blood Fiend, Explode!"

Instantly, a surge of blood energy, several times more violent than before, exploded from He Ping's body!

His wounds began to heal at a visible speed. His aura also surged once more!

This is the ultimate secret of the Blood Fiend Mad Body, which sacrifices all one's own essence and blood to obtain a momentary mad body state.

However, the side effect is that after using this secret technique, one's martial arts cultivation may drop at best, or one may die from the explosion of evil energy.

"Go to hell!"

He Ping roared like thunder, his iron fists carrying a terrifying bloodthirsty aura, rushing towards Ye Sheng like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

Judging from his imposing manner, it seemed as if he wanted to crush the young man in front of him, who had caused him such a great humiliation, into pieces!

His attack was a desperate move, using all his energy and strength.

Faced with this devastating attack, Ye Sheng no longer dodged. At this moment, he had nowhere to hide and wanted to settle the score with this one blow.

At that moment, he slowly closed his eyes and poured all the burning blood and energy in his body into the black spine in his palm.

The next second, his eyes suddenly opened, crimson light swirling in his pupils, and blood-red flames blazed around him.

He gripped the hilt of the black-spined knife tightly with his left hand, and with his right index and middle fingers together, he gently stroked down the spine of the knife.

"Buzz—!"

The Black Ridge Blade let out a mournful cry, and the eerie blood-red light on its blade instantly condensed into a three-foot-long blood-red blade aura, within which seemed to be howling with thousands of wronged souls, carrying a resolute determination to burn everything.

"Burning Blood and Self-Immolation Sacrifice!"

Ye Sheng roared and slashed out with his sword!

This strike was the third move of the Blood Burning Demon Blade, a move Ye Sheng had never used before.

But at this critical moment, he had no choice but to forcefully use this move.

This was both the strongest attack he could muster under the current circumstances and a desperate gamble with his life!

Instantly, the blade energy and fist force collided violently in the center of the arena, and a terrifying shockwave spread wildly outwards from the two of them.

The bluestone floorboards cracked inch by inch, and the central clash point of the arena collapsed completely, sending rubble flying and dust billowing everywhere.

On the viewing platform, everyone was deeply shocked by the terrifying and violent scene before them.

They never expected that these two, who were not even outer disciples, could unleash such terrifying combat power, even surpassing that of ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivators.

At this moment, Du Tao's smug smile froze completely. His face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and an uncontrollable fear surged in his heart.

That pushover he once considered easy prey had actually managed to fight Blood Hand He Ping to this extent, and his combat strength had already surpassed his own by quite a bit.

At the same time, Liu Qing and Shen Qingqiu also looked solemn, staring at the arena with a strange light in their eyes.

Shen Qingqiu pursed his thin lips and muttered to himself, "Could it be that he practices other demonic arts?"

Liu Qing didn't speak, but a turbulent undercurrent flowed deep within her clear, cold eyes. She vaguely guessed that Ye Sheng's secrets might be hidden deeper than she imagined.

As the smoke cleared, two figures separated in the center of the arena after a brief clash.

He Ping's once robust body was now emaciated. His right arm hung limply, a bloody mess, with the white bones faintly visible.

A deep, bone-revealing knife wound cleaved his chest, almost splitting him in two, and blood gushed out, staining the blue stone beneath him red.

His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and resentment. He stared at Ye Sheng, making a "uh-uh" sound in his throat as if he wanted to say something, but he only spat out a mouthful of black blood before collapsing to the ground, his life extinguished.

Blood Hand He Ping thus perished.

Ye Sheng was also in bad shape. He leaned on his black spine blade, half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. The crimson flames around him had extinguished, leaving only wisps of black mist swirling around him.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were crimson, and his chest heaved violently, like a candle flickering in the wind, as if he might collapse at any moment.

The backlash from the incomplete, life-or-death demonic technique "Burning Blood and Burning Body Sacrifice" far exceeded his expectations.

At this moment, Ye Sheng felt that his blood and qi were almost exhausted, his meridians were broken, and his internal organs were burning as if they were being scorched by raging fire.

He forced himself to stand up slowly, his gaze sweeping across the arena before finally settling on He Ping's corpse.

In his eyes, there was no pity, only a cold indifference.

"Boy, you win." Elder Wang Changqing's voice broke the silence on the high platform.

He looked at Ye Sheng with a complex expression. This young man was just an ordinary martial artist, yet he acted ruthlessly and possessed unpredictable strength. It was truly unexpected that he could kill He Ping.

"The top ten rankings for this selection competition are now set," Wang Changqing announced loudly. "Ye Sheng is in first place!"

These words caused an uproar, and all eyes were once again focused on Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng ignored the whispers around him and staggered off the stage. Every step aggravated his wounds, sending waves of pain through him, but he gritted his teeth and refused to fall.

He knew very well that now was not the time to relax.

Ye Sheng walked to a corner, leaned against the railing, and sat down with difficulty.

At this moment, his consciousness was already blurred, stars were flashing before his eyes, and his body seemed to be about to completely collapse at any moment.

"Junior Brother Ye!"

Shen Qingqiu had arrived beside him at some point, a hint of worry flashing across her usually cool face.

She took out a jade bottle from her bosom and handed it to Ye Sheng: "Here are a few 'Rejuvenation Pills' to help you restore your energy and blood. Take them quickly!"

Ye Sheng took the jade bottle, poured out a pill, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The Rejuvenation Pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and a gentle medicinal power flowed throughout his body in an instant, repairing his damaged meridians and internal organs.

Although the medicine was only a drop in the ocean, it at least made him feel a little better.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Ye Sheng's voice was weak and hoarse.

Shen Qingqiu looked at him, hesitant to speak.

She had intended to inquire about the type of swordsmanship Ye Sheng had just used, but ultimately refrained, instead asking, "How are you feeling now? Would you like me to recommend a healer from your sect?"

Ye Sheng shook his head and politely declined, saying, "Senior Sister, you don't need to trouble yourself. I have my own way."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and began to circulate the "Thick Earth Technique," forcibly guiding the trace of true energy that had recovered in his body to repair the damaged meridians.

At this moment, Elder Wang Changqing announced the end of the selection competition. All those who advanced would be granted the status of outer disciples of the sect and would undergo a spiritual root test three days later.

Du Tao stood on the viewing platform, his face ashen.

He never expected that He Ping would die at Ye Sheng's hands. His revenge plan had completely failed.

He didn't even dare to look at Ye Sheng again, fearing that those cold eyes would bring him death.

He stumbled away from the training ground, filled with fear and resentment.

Ye Sheng returned to Willow Garden under Shen Qingqiu's escort.