Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 117 Fierce Battle in Blood Valley

Chapter 118 The Fierce Battle of Blood Valley (Part 1)

These people were then divided into several teams, each led by a deacon or chief steward.

The group traveled at breakneck speed and arrived near Blood Valley in just half an hour.

Ahead, white mist surged, and blood-soaked corpses rushed out. The city guards stationed here were shooting the blood-soaked corpses with powerful bows and crossbows.

"There are three roads leading to the depths of Blood Valley. We will divide our forces into three groups, each guarding one of the roads, and we must control the blood calamity in this wasteland," Wang Ling said coldly, his gaze fixed on the distance.

"Okay." Standing beside him were all top experts from the Soul Suppression Division.

So the group split up, and the three teams set off on three different roads.

Lin Qing and most of the night patrol officers stayed behind with Wang Ling to defend the area, because of the three roads, the one in front of them was the widest and the one with the greatest defensive pressure.

At this moment, although the blood corpses were constantly rushing outwards, their numbers were not large, and the garrison soldiers alone were enough to intercept them.

Therefore, Lin Qing and the others did not need to take action yet; they simply stood behind the guards and waited silently.

However, many of the constables were seeing such a large scene for the first time, and they were terrified. Some even stood there, their legs trembling.

"Brother Lin, we brothers need to look out for each other later," Wei Dong said.

Lin Qing nodded slightly without saying anything, feeling very confident in his own abilities.

During this month, he did not slack off in the slightest. In addition, as a courier, he could copy martial arts almost every day, so his strength growth rate was much faster than before. Previously, it would take him three to five days to obtain a new type of strength, but now he could obtain a new type every day. Therefore, the total number of strengths had reached 77. Under normal circumstances, the force of his punch was 200,000 jin, which was ten times stronger than that of an ordinary Dan-emerging martial artist.

In addition, training methods and combat techniques have also been greatly improved.

The practice of Tathagata Fist has reached perfection, integrating 17 different types of force.

Each fusion of different elements will greatly enhance the power of the attack.

In terms of combat skills, he has mastered 68 different boxing techniques and has also achieved mastery of the "Swift as a Glance" technique, greatly increasing his ability to fight head-on and his ability to survive.

Lin Qing believed that his combat strength had at least doubled compared to a month ago.

He could use this blood disaster to test the changes in his strength. In fact, he had some expectations, because he clearly sensed that the unique corpse carrying the He Tian Gong had also emerged from the depths of the Blood Valley and was currently lingering at the valley entrance.

Perhaps, he has a chance to destroy this corpse in this battle and obtain the He Tian Gong.

If he were to steadily accumulate strength and improve his Yin bones, it's uncertain when he would be able to walk freely in the Blood Valley.

As he pondered, he heard Li Ping's voice behind him.

"Lin Qing, Wei Dong, this is a test, but also an opportunity. I've heard that those who perform well in every blood disaster are richly rewarded. Don't be afraid later. I think these filthy things are only scary in appearance and their strength is just average." Li Ping's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"These blood zombies are indeed quite weak right now, unable to withstand even ordinary crossbows, but it's hard to say what will happen later. When the blood zombies from the depths of Blood Valley rush out, their numbers will increase significantly, and the overall strength of the blood zombies will also leap forward. We still need to be careful and cautious, and not be careless," Lin Qing said.

"You must be Lin Qing? Not bad, you certainly have an extraordinary presence. I heard that Ao Ziyi suffered a great loss at your hands before?"

Suddenly, a burly young man strode over from nearby. He had a rather fierce demeanor, a scar on his left cheek, and messy long hair, exuding a natural wildness.

"Who are you?" Lin Qing asked, puzzled.

"I am Lei Wanxiong, one of the eight Golden Order constables. I am a competitive person. You have become very famous recently, but I am not convinced and want to have a match with you. What do you say? Do you dare to accept?" Lei Wanxiong's eyes were full of confidence.

"How do we compete?" Lin Qing asked.

"It's simple. Whoever kills more blood corpses and lasts the longest wins. If you lose, pass on the 'Swift as the Glider' technique to me. This lightness skill is Lord Wang Ling's unique skill. Although it can also be learned through the Soul Suppressing Division, it requires making a great contribution. I have long admired it, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to obtain it. Lin Qing, why not grant my wish?"

"Of course, if I lose, I'm willing to offer up my unique skill, the Hunyuan Horizontal Training Technique, as taught by Steward Zhu Mingtong," Lei Wanxiong said with a smile.

Lin Qing immediately understood that this person had come for the lightness skill, but had only found an excuse and was deliberately using provocation.

Moreover, his words exuded a strong sense of confidence, as if he was destined to lose as long as he accepted the bet.

"No need, I'm not interested," Lin Qing said decisively.

"Hmm? What? Are you scared?" Lei Wanxiong provocatively asked.

"At this critical juncture of life and death, I, Lin, am merely bored. There's no need for you to provoke me with words; it's useless against me," Lin Qing said calmly.

"You have a good temperament, hehe. Whether you accept it or not, I will keep an eye on you. I'm very curious, what kind of person can gain Lord Wang Ling's approval?" Lei Wanxiong said with a smile.

On the day Lin Qing went hiking, he happened to be away from the scene. Afterwards, he heard a lot about Lin Qing and secretly remembered Lin Qing's name.

After Lei Wanxiong left, Lin Qing pondered Lei Wanxiong's words and realized that the eight deacons all had their own unique skills, which they would pass on to the people they chose. This was also part of the benefits for the Golden Order constables.

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After waiting for a while, the situation suddenly worsened when the sun had completely set and night had fallen.

A large number of blood corpses surged out of the Blood Valley, their numbers increasing three to five times.

In an instant, the city guards' crossbows could no longer hold them back, and a considerable number of the blood corpses rushed to the scene.

"Let's do it!"

Wang Ling let out a low shout and took the lead in attacking. He suddenly drew his sword and slashed forward. A dazzling blood-red sword light surged out from the sword's tip, flying forward for hundreds of feet in an instant. Wherever it passed, all the blood corpses turned into blood mist.

This sword strike immediately boosted the confidence of many constables, and Lin Qing was also slightly shocked.

He had never seen Wang Ling unleash such a terrifying sword light before; this was an attack that only a Yuan Gang Realm martial artist could unleash.

Like Lin Qing, many others present were stunned by the sword light and stood there dumbfounded.

"Follow me and kill!"

Suddenly, Wang Ling shouted, and everyone was jolted awake. Led by him, they all charged towards the blood-soaked corpses in front of them.

Lin Qing was the same. He circulated the Tathagata Fist Sutra, and the Tathagata Force spread and covered his whole body. From a distance, his skin was covered with a faint golden light, just like the Buddha in the world.

He raised his hand and punched a bloody corpse in front of him, smashing it to pieces with ease.

However, he did not rush forward, and always kept a distance of less than a hundred paces from the soldiers behind him, so that if he was outmatched, he could immediately retreat back into the crowd.

Lin Qing remained calm. He understood that life was the most important thing, and now was not the time to be reckless.

So, Lin Qing continued to throw punches, smashing one blood zombie after another.

He had forgotten the passage of time, focusing only on the battle at hand and on himself.

He constantly monitors his physical condition, and if he becomes physically exhausted, he will retreat without hesitation.

But his stamina was stronger than he had imagined. For three whole hours, more than a thousand blood corpses were killed, and his stamina was still not exhausted.

Many people also noticed Lin Qing, and their eyes were filled with shock and admiration.

Apart from Wang Ling and a few others, Lin Qing's performance was the most shocking.

Not far away, Lei Wanxiong kept an eye on Lin Qing. He saw Lin Qing fighting hard, his competitive spirit driving him to not back down an inch. But he was about to give up, while Lin Qing remained full of energy.

"Is this kid really that strong? Impossible, he must be about to give up too!" Lei Wanxiong gritted his teeth, unwilling to admit defeat.