Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 35 One Slash

Upon hearing this, Kuijin narrowed his eyes slightly.

He then smiled slightly, "What kind of supernatural power?"

Zhang Ping remained silent for a moment.

He can't tell the truth.

Of course, I can't say that I can accumulate blood points by killing people and demons to draw prizes, nor can I say that he has more than one supernatural power.

These are his biggest secrets.

But he couldn't lie too obviously.

So this really tests your acting skills.

"One cut."

After a moment of calm reflection, Zhang Ping said in a low voice, "Only one cut."

"All my power can be concentrated into a single strike."

"The power of this strike can break through the limits of my own realm. When I reach the seventh level of Body Tempering, this strike can reach the threshold of the Boiling Blood Realm, and it is impossible to resist this strike."

As he spoke, he turned slightly to look at Heng Ziyang.

"Brother Heng, you should have seen me use this knife before."

Heng Ziyang's face twitched when he heard this, he didn't expect Zhang Ping to talk to him.

At the same time, Kuijin's gaze also turned over.

Heng Ziyang looked up with a slight smile and said softly, "When the lord asked Guo Jie and me to take another look at him, Zhang Ping did indeed use a slash. That slash killed Li Changyun, who colluded with the rat demon. However, we only thought that Zhang Ping's technique was special, but we didn't expect that he actually used a supernatural power."

After listening to Heng Ziyang's words, Kui Jin remained silent for three breaths.

"One strike, a strike from which there is no resistance!"

Kuijin repeated it, as if he were savoring something.

Zhang Ping remained silent.

"With seven levels of body tempering, one strike can reach the Boiling Blood Realm."

"Therefore, within the realm of imagination, you can remain unaffected and continue to unleash your supernatural powers."

Kuijin looked at him again.

Zhang Ping didn't hide anything and told him about the aftereffects of using his supernatural power: "Although this strike was powerful, I will be weakened afterward."

But Kuijin acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.

He walked back a short distance, stopped in the open space on the mountaintop, turned around and said in a deep voice, "You're going to strike me."

Draw your sword!

Zhang Ping was taken aback, then realized what was happening.

Quigkin wasn't making a request; he was giving a command.

What he just said was to give Zhang Ping a chance to confess.

Now that everything has been confessed, it's time to verify it.

We have no choice but to make this move.

Zhang Ping gripped the hilt of the broadsword, his palms drenched in sweat.

At the same time, a thought popped into his mind: could his strike have any effect on those at the Innate Realm?

He didn't intend to hurt Kuijin, because he felt that was impossible, after all, he hadn't even managed to hurt a two-headed wolf demon at the fifth level of Boiling Blood.

He just wanted to know what level his all-out strike would be in the face of someone at the Innate Realm.

Is it the struggle of an ant, or something that can at least get the other party to take a second look?

Zhang Ping took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The current health is 9180, which is much higher than when it was in the realm of intent, so the power of this strike will probably be even stronger.

While it's unlikely to damage one's congenital condition, at least it shouldn't look too bad.

"What's wrong?"

Kui Jin's voice came from ahead, tinged with impatience, "Are you afraid of hurting a Xiantian martial artist like me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and waved it towards the sky.

The movements were small, even somewhat casual.

But it was this casual punch...

The fist whistled out, and visible airflow exploded from the fist, like an invisible giant hammer smashing into the sky.

The cloud overhead was instantly shattered into pieces, like a torn rag, scattered in four fragments.

Moonlight poured down through the cracks in the clouds, illuminating the mountaintop and turning everything grayish-white.

Zhang Ping's pupils suddenly contracted.

One punch shatters the clouds.

With just a casual wave of his hand, he possessed such power; truly worthy of being a congenital being.

He took a deep breath and suppressed those distracting thoughts.

Grip the hilt of the broadsword firmly with your right hand, push open the guard with your thumb, and extend the blade three inches from the sheath.

Blood and qi began to surge.

The scorching heat surged up from his dantian, like a fiery serpent, coursing along his meridians to his arm, to his palm, and to his broadsword.

Zhang Ping could feel his blood volume decreasing.

Unlike in the mirror where you can replenish your energy while consuming it, this time it's a real, continuous drop.

Nine thousand one, nine thousand, eight thousand nine, the rate of decline is very fast, very fast.

But this time, the power in the blade was even stronger than in the mirror.

Higher health means higher power.

Beneath his feet, the rubble was pushed outwards several times by the blast wave.

Kuijin stood still, completely unmoved, showing no reaction whatsoever to such a commotion.

"One strike..." Zhang Ping uttered in a low voice.

The knife is drawn.

fast.

It was so fast that it shot out of Zhang Ping's hand like a red thread, so fast that even he himself only caught a blurry afterimage.

Where the blade passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

A dark red blade of light detached from the blade, heading straight for Kui Jin with overwhelming force.

The speed of that blade of light was too fast; so fast that the red light was already in front of Kui Jin the instant he drew his blade.

Quigkin's eyes darkened.

A glint of light flashed within, not from surprise, but from a moment of seriousness.

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed directly at the blade's edge.

The blade struck his hand without warning, shattering like glass and turning into countless tiny red specks of light.

From the moment the blade was drawn to the moment its edge shattered, only a breath had passed.

With that one strike, Zhang Ping collapsed, using the knife as a prop to support himself.

There's no need to pretend in front of them; on the contrary, you should exaggerate a bit.

Kuijin glanced at his palm, then looked at Zhang Ping, and nodded slightly. "A very good strike."

At the same time, a dark golden light flashed in Kuijin's eyes. The light swept over Zhang Ping for less than a moment before disappearing.

It was as if they were confirming whether Zhang Ping's situation was indeed as described.

"Heng Ziyang".

"Quijin suddenly shouted."

Heng Ziyang was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied, "Your subordinate is here."

"Take Zhang Ping down to rest."

"I'll assign him tasks later."

Heng Ziyang bowed and replied, "Yes."

Then he quickly walked over to Zhang Ping and helped him up.

"Brother Zhang, are you alright?"

Heng Ziyang's voice was very low.

Zhang Ping nodded without saying anything.

Although I'm not that weak at all, there's no harm in pretending to be weak.

The two people walked slowly down the mountain, one in front of the other.

Heng Ziyang turned his head to look at Zhang Ping, his expression very complicated.

There was surprise, admiration, and a hint of resentment that you had kept this from me for so long.

He didn't want to say more, but he couldn't help but say, "Brother Zhang, you've kept this from me for so long!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping gave a wry smile, and then, as if forcing himself to remain calm, replied, "What kind of supernatural power is this? It's nothing more than risking one's life for another."

"Have you ever seen such a useless supernatural power of mine?"

On the mountaintop.

Kuijin watched the two figures disappear into the distance, then looked down at his own palm.

There was a faint bloodstain on his palm.

It's very shallow.

Upon seeing this, Kui Jin laughed heartily, "You actually managed to break through my innate body."