I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Chapter 231 175: Rising to Fame (Part 2)

Many people know that the latter forty positions on the Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List are mostly filled by external martial artists. Their fights, like the one between Lin Zhicheng and Guo Jian earlier, aren't very exciting—just a spectacle at best.

However, in a private room on the second floor, Lian Baishan, who had been sipping tea with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and muttered to himself in slight surprise, "Qin Yuesheng? I didn't expect him to be here. Interesting."

Saying that, Lian Baishan immediately got up and walked to the window to see if Qin Yuesheng would accept the challenge.

While others might not know Qin Yuesheng's strength, Lian Baishan knew a fair bit. Without a doubt, this young man was certainly an internal power martial artist. Although Lian Baishan wasn't sure of his exact realm, he understood that Qin Yuesheng's strength was definitely not beneath his own.

To possess such power at a young age, Qin Yuesheng's future is unimaginable.

Upon hearing that someone wanted to challenge him, Qin Yuesheng was slightly surprised.

He went to the window and coincidentally saw the person who wanted to challenge him.

The person below was shouting continuously, "Qin Yuesheng, I'll bet five hundred taels of silver if you dare to come out and fight."

Others, eager for excitement, echoed, "Young Master Qin, you should come out."

"Young Master Qin, come out and accept the challenge."

Qin Yuesheng smiled silently and extended a palm, sending a palm print shooting toward the person daring to challenge him.

The speed of this palm print was so fast that others could not react. In just the blink of an eye, they saw the challenger named Ye Shuo hit squarely in the chest and instantly thrown back several zhangs.

As he lay unable to rise, blood foaming from his mouth, it meant the challenge ended before it even started.

Silence fell over the crowd, not a sound was heard.

Murong Su's once smiling face froze, and the movement of his fan came to a sudden halt.

This palm was evidently extraordinary to anyone watching.

Defeating the opponent from afar with a single palm.

He surely was a master of inner strength, and one with profound power.

Murong Su admitted he could not achieve such a feat against Ye Shuo.

The strength of the person who delivered the palm surpassed his own by far.

"Those below the realm of inner power aren't qualified to fight me. Leave," Qin Yuesheng said calmly.

His voice, infused with inner power, was not shouted loudly but was clear to everyone present.

Everyone then realized that the skilled fighter was none other than the Black Asura, Qin Yuesheng!

He was a master of inner strength!

"How is a master of inner strength only at the ninety-ninth position? What absurdity is Celestial Secret City up to? Whoever challenges him is unlucky."

"What a terrifying palm. I feel I couldn't withstand it either."

"In front of a master of inner strength, anyone below is like a pig or a dog."

Without showing himself, Qin Yuesheng had already intimidated all present.

They might not know what Qin Yuesheng looked like, but they would surely learn of his strength from now on.

Lian Baishan leaned against the window and chuckled, "Straight to the point."

Qin Yuesheng's move was like a splash of cold water, instantly cooling down the group of fiery adventurers, leaving no one daring to challenge others anymore.

Now, they only wanted to drink their tea quietly.

A quick glance around revealed an obedient scene, as if one big quiet-jpg.

Murong Su glanced in the direction the palm print had come from, his expression falling into hesitation.

He had been stuck in the Third Layer of the Internal Power Realm for several years, unable to break through. Even with his inner power filling his Dantian to the bursting point, he still struggled to pierce the fourth energy node.

A senior once told him that it was a bottleneck and that a match against an equally skilled expert might help him break through.

Murong Su had searched for a long time, but in the martial arts world that isn't too large but not too small either, encountering a master of inner strength isn't easy. Right now, though, was a great opportunity.

At Murong Su's level, he no longer cared about rankings or lists. With strength comes recognition, and no one forgets them. For masters of inner strength, the most important thing is continuous breakthrough, continually improving their power, until one day they might touch that mysterious, unattainable ultimate martial arts stage,

the Grandmaster Realm.

In an instant, Murong Su elegantly leaped from the private room and landed steadily in the main hall.

"I, the 'Carefree Fan' Murong Su, wish to challenge Young Master Qin and ask for his guidance," Murong Su announced loudly.

Upon these words, the entire room was shocked.

"What?! Is Hero Murong really going to make a move?"

"He's actually challenging someone voluntarily. This is going to be interesting—two masters of inner strength sparring. It's a blessing for those of us here. If we can glean anything, it will be quite rewarding."

For a moment, even before Qin Yuesheng appeared, he had already become the focus of everyone's attention.

"Receiving guidance is simple. First, take my three palms, and we'll talk after that,"

Qin Yuesheng shouted, feeling quite pleased with this situation, as he had never showcased his strength before so many people until now.

Then today, he might as well make a stunning entrance.

Boom!

With a casual lift of the hand, Qin Yuesheng delivered a palm strike.

This palm utilized pure inner strength, without any technique.

Qin Yuesheng wasn't bragging—if he utilized the Thousand-Handed Buddha Transformation, not to mention sparring, this place would likely turn into a massive slaughter scene.

Feeling the rush of palm wind, Murong Su immediately focused all his attention, quickly channeling his inner power into his folding fan, swiftly slashing it across the front.

The reason he was called the Carefree Fan by Celestial Secret City was undoubtedly due to his extraordinary skill with this folding fan.

Murong Su's fan was exquisite, forged from precious deep-sea icy iron, imbued with an icy strength that often inflicted unexpected heavy blows on opponents.

Everyone saw a gleam of cold light like a crescent moon rising, only to collide with a palm print in an instant.

Boom!

The palm print dissipated instantly, but Murong Su had difficulty controlling himself and retreated several steps before stabilizing his body.

"Wow, with just one palm, Young Hero Murong was forced to this extent. Is the 'Black Asura' Qin Yuesheng really skilled with knives?"

Murong Su had just regained his footing when he saw another palm incoming from Qin Yuesheng's private room. Compared to the first, the inner power contained in this second palm was evidently more potent.

Murong Su's expression grew increasingly serious, his iron fan flickering, fanning energy scattering in the air.

Boom!

Under the second palm, Murong Su was once again forced back several steps. It was clear that his arms were trembling slightly, showing his clear disadvantage.

Qin Yuesheng and Murong Su both had the strength of the Third Layer of the Internal Power Realm, but Qin Yuesheng could suppress him with inner power, which was the difference between internal cultivation methods.

"Are you still willing to receive the third palm?" Qin Yuesheng asked.

"Please instruct me," Murong Su replied firmly.

"Do you really enjoy being abused this much?" Qin Yuesheng wondered, but since someone asked, he naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted and immediately sent out a third palm without hesitation.

This palm was delivered with no mercy. If you're to challenge him, be prepared to die; otherwise, if others see him being lenient and challenge him daily, it would be too troublesome.

And so, Qin Yuesheng decided to teach this so-called Carefree Fan a lesson.

As the third palm drew ever closer, Murong Su's entire robe was flapping, and his hair was flying.

Just as with him, the surrounding adventurers naturally found it even more unbearable. Merely by feeling the inner power, they felt their internal organs tumbling, and those with slightly weaker skills couldn't help but have blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Murong Su's eyes widened, and in that moment of clarity, he seemed to glimpse a towering figure behind the palm print.

The figure looked down upon the world, his presence like that of an immortal. Just his silhouette standing there was enough to make one feel weighed down, as if a great mountain was pressing on them.

"Puh!"

Murong Su instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body shooting out of the teahouse like a cannonball, his fate unknown.

Everyone couldn't help but gape, speechless.