Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 112 Reaching the Summit

Chapter 113 Reaching the Summit

At this moment, Lin Qing had arrived in front of the last gatekeeper. His gaze passed over this person and he could see the temple on the mountaintop behind him, as well as Wang Ling and others standing in front of the temple.

This position was already very close to the summit. He looked back and scanned the area, and could still see the fighting on the two adjacent mountain paths.

On the left is Tan Shaochong, and on the right is a deputy constable; both of them are struggling halfway up the mountain.

Lin Qing withdrew his gaze. These two people posed no threat to him. His real competitor was Ao Ziyi, who should be directly opposite the hill.

As they were pondering, a strangely-looking man who had been sitting on the steps ahead stood up. His arms reached past his knees, and he had thick body hair, with black hair on all four limbs. At first glance, he looked like a black ape.

"You're quite the young man, tsk tsk. My name is Hou Liang, and I'm the last one on this road. If you defeat me, you can reach the summit, enter the temple, and become the new messenger. I didn't expect you to arrive before me so quickly. It hasn't even been half an incense stick's time. That means you swept aside those eight Dan-level martial artists ahead of you. Impressive!" Hou Liang gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but praise him.

"Hou Liang? So it's Lord Hou from the night patrol!" Lin Qing bowed.

He had heard of Hou Liang, a night patrol officer who was very skilled in martial arts.

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"Young man, you'd better watch out, I won't hold back!" Hou Liang stretched his limbs, and a series of crackling sounds came from his body.

"Excuse me!"

Without further hesitation, Lin Qing suddenly lunged forward, reaching out with a palm strike aimed straight at Hou Liang's chest.

Hou Liang laughed loudly: "You want to fight head-on? Young man, it seems your fighting IQ is quite average. I am a True Qi Realm martial artist, with the support of Qi energy. How do you expect to defeat me?"

He smiled, flashed forward, and struck out with his palm. A blue aura swirled around his palm, condensing into a ball of energy in the center, which collided violently with Lin Qing's palm.

In that instant, Lin Qing felt as if he had been struck in a ball of cotton, followed by a sharp pain. The air current suddenly formed a vortex, like a blade, frantically cutting into his palm.

Lin Qing immediately activated the Tathagata Force to protect his body. The force exploded, and his arms turned into a light golden color, as if they were made of refined gold, indestructible, and he withstood the impact of the force.

The next instant, Lin Qing unleashed a tremendous force of 200,000 jin in his right arm, slamming it hard into Hou Liang's palm.

Hou Liang's expression changed drastically. The internal energy attached to his palm dissipated directly, and an immense force poured into his arm, causing it to twist and deform instantly. He was also shaken back nine steps, each step shattering a step behind him.

"What kind of monster are you?" Hou Liang, clutching his right arm which was throbbing with pain, looked at Lin Qing with shock and fear, no longer showing any contempt.

The power of that palm strike was terrifying. If it weren't for the protective energy in his palm that neutralized most of the force, his arm would not only have had its bones broken, but it could have been completely shattered, leaving him a cripple.

This was Lin Qing's first time fighting a Gang Jin martial artist. He had only heard that Gang Jin was a level higher than Bao Dan Jin, so he dared not be careless and threw a punch with all his might. He did not expect to almost cripple Hou Liang.

With this, he had a better understanding of the situation. Gang Jin was indeed stronger than Bao Dan Jin, but it also had its limits.

Hou Liang's arm strength is about 50,000 jin, while Lin Qing's is four times that. The difference is too great. Even with the support of his internal energy, Hou Liang would find it difficult to resist.

Lin Qing thus decided that he could defeat even a Gang Jin martial artist, all thanks to the super-strong physique brought by more than fifty kinds of low-level internal energy.

"Lord Hou, the battle is over, I shall take my leave now!"

As Lin Qing spoke, he strode straight towards the mountaintop. Hou Liang gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted, "Wait! It's just a broken arm, the battle isn't over yet! Don't run! You're incredibly strong, and if we went head-to-head, I certainly wouldn't be your match. But don't forget, my greatest strength is my lightness skill, and hit-and-run tactics are my favorite fighting style. I was careless just now, but the real battle has just begun. I can beat you even with just one arm!"

Hou Liang mumbled a lot of things, but his hands kept moving. He walked with strange steps, suddenly becoming unpredictable, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, following an S-shaped path straight towards Lin Qing.

In this situation, it is extremely difficult for the opponent to pinpoint his location, and their punches often miss. Hou Liang will seize the opportunity when the opponent retracts their punch to launch a surprise attack, which often hits the opponent and gives him the upper hand.

However, Lin Qing remained calm upon seeing this. Suddenly, he had a thought and directly added five light-body skills to his equipment slot: Grass-Walking Step, Mysterious Step, Swimming Dragon Step, Thousand-Mile Swift Step, and Fire Bat Dancing Step.

These five lightness skills are the result of Lin Qing's more than two months of collecting corpses. Although each one is not of high grade, they are all at the perfect level.

With the combined effects of the five lightness skills, plus the already mastered Lesser Completion level of the Swiftness skill, Lin Qing's lightness skill level was instantly pushed to an extremely astonishing level.

In that instant, Lin Qing felt his body become light and airy, as if he could easily sway and leap hundreds of steps, or take a leap and fly directly into the sky.

Hou Liang, who had previously swayed left and right and seemed graceful and agile, suddenly appeared to him as slow as a tortoise crawling.

When the two closed the distance to twenty steps, Lin Qing suddenly moved, his body swaying and leaving afterimages, faster and more graceful than Hou Liang.

Hou Liang was startled. He couldn't pinpoint Lin Qing's location and felt Lin Qing vanish from his sight in an instant.

"not good!"

He tried to back away, but it was too late. Lin Qing's palm had already struck his chest. He tried to block, but he was a beat too slow.

Bang!

A tremendous force erupted from his palm once more, instantly shattering the energy around him and sending him flying, crashing into the bushes not far away.

"You're too kind!"

Lin Qing left a sentence behind, then flashed straight to the mountaintop, standing in front of Zhu Mingtong and the others under the astonished gazes of countless people.

"Good, very good," Qiu Changming laughed, turned around and slapped a bronze bell with his palm. Instantly, the melodious and deep sound of the bell echoed between heaven and earth.

Following the tolling of the bell came Qiu Changming's loud shouts.

"Lin Qingsheng! The selection process is over!"

In an instant, the entire venue erupted in cheers, and the crowd below the mountain began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Lin Qing won? He's not even twenty years old, and he's already a constable in the Soul Suppression Division. We're all so envious."

"Lin Qing is too strong. None of the nine martial artists could withstand three moves from him, not even Lord Hou Liang."

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"I'm convinced, completely convinced."

In the crowd, Ma Ziye jumped up excitedly.

"Haha, I knew it! Lin Qing would definitely win!"

"Brother Lin is truly a man of great talent; I was blind to his abilities." Li Ping's expression was complex, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Brother Lin Qing is so amazing," Lin Shurou said with a smile.

Halfway up the mountain, upon hearing Qiu Changming's voice, Tan Shaochong and the other two stopped fighting, as continuing the battle was pointless.

Tan Shaochong's expression was complicated. He hadn't expected that the final winner would be Lin Qing, not Ao Ziyi.

"Lin Qing must have entered the True Qi Realm. A True Qi Realm at the age of twenty! His talent is terrifying," Tan Shao thought to himself.

Ao Ziyi, however, went mad. The cooked duck had flown away. He suddenly abandoned the martial artist blocking his way and rushed towards the top of the mountain at top speed.

He was unconvinced and insisted on personally testing Lin Qing's strength. If Lin Qing hadn't been hiding his abilities, then there must have been something fishy going on.

He didn't believe that Lin Qing could suppress him at the mere Core Formation stage; someone must have deliberately let him win.