Chapter 53

The sword energy swept across several meters, cutting down the surrounding trees and shattering the rocks.

Jiang Anping was using the *Wuji Fist* for the first time in a real battle, and it was still a bit awkward.

However, he gradually became more proficient.

The stronger the opponent's force, the stronger his counterattack.

The weaker the opponent's force, the weaker his counterattack.

It was a fifty-fifty split.

As the battle continued, Ren Ming's initial confidence and high spirits gradually turned into frustration.

"Brother Jiang, can you stop using the Wuji Fist? Let's have a fair fight."

All his attacks were countered, whether they were close-range or long-range.

This made Ren Ming feel like he was hitting himself.

No matter how much he increased his strength, his attacks were always reflected back, and he would be hit if he wasn't careful.

Jiang Anping countered, "Isn't this a fair fight now?"

Ren Ming gritted his teeth, "You're forcing me! I don't believe I can't hurt you!"

He began to use his trump card sword technique, forming a sword energy spanning ten meters, and charged at Jiang Anping.

Jiang Anping stood still, raising his hand to block.

It looked like a simple block, but at that moment, Ren Ming felt his attack was out of control, slipping out of his grasp!

Ren Ming's face changed, and he quickly retreated.

Jiang Anping swung his large sword in a counterattack.

"Bang!"

A deep sword mark appeared on the ground.

Ren Ming wanted to spit blood, not because he was hit, but because he was angry.

The sword techniques he had worked hard to learn were being used against him!

The battle continued, and Jiang Anping used the Wuji Fist, matching the opponent's strength with his own.

Time passed, and the sun was high at noon.

Many people were drawn to the two men's battle.

"They've been fighting all morning and it's not over yet. How long can this last?"

"Jiang Anping actually knows the Wuji Fist! I heard it has very high requirements!"

"Rubbish technique, just dragging time, no real offensive power."

Jiang Anping's performance surprised many people.

However, few cared, thinking this martial art posed little threat.

On the tenth floor, Ma Wei noticed Jiang Anping, a hint of surprise appearing on his fat face.

He didn't expect the other party to learn such an advanced technique.

However, this technique wasn't hard to break. With this skill, reaching the twentieth floor would be the limit, and it wouldn't threaten him, so there was no need to worry.

Ma Wei looked worriedly at Meng Jing, who was climbing up. She was his biggest opponent.

Another hour passed, and the sun began to set.

"Stop! Stop!"

Ren Ming's internal spirit energy was exhausted, and he lay on the ground, admitting defeat.

This technique was so despicable!

It was the feeling of wanting to strangle the other party but being unable to do so.

The other party had directly drained his spirit energy!

"Thank you for the match."

Jiang Anping bowed and said.

Jiang Anping didn't stop and continued climbing.

Ren Ming saw this and his eyes widened, "Damn! You still have energy?"

After fighting for half a day, his spirit energy was gone, but how could the other party still have energy to challenge?

Jiang Anping didn't respond, climbed to the twenty-eighth floor, and bowed to a body cultivator, saying, "Excuse me."

The body cultivator's face twitched several times.

He had also noticed the previous battle. This Jiang Anping could even block a sword cultivator's attack, let alone a body cultivator's.

After all, the Wuji Fist was the most effective against close-range cultivators.

However, after fighting for half a day, Jiang Anping's strength was almost depleted, making it not difficult to defeat him.

"Come on!"

The body cultivator burst with terrifying blood energy, flames burning on his body, like a fire person.

Although he was a body cultivator, he could release flames, which was his talent.

Jiang Anping raised his hand to counterattack.

Intense clashes echoed on the twenty-eighth floor.

The sun moved from the west to the setting, and the night was particularly cold.

A cultivator with flames all over his body was panting, the flames flickering and about to go out.

"You're a body cultivator too, have the guts to fight head-on, don't use this despicable technique!"

The body cultivator was almost in tears.

Every time he swung his fist, Jiang Anping would push it back to his face, using his attack to counter his attack.

After fighting for a day, the other party was unharmed, but he was covered in injuries.

Jiang Anping put his hands in position and calmly said, "Continue."

"Thud~"

The body cultivator fell to the ground, the flames on his body extinguished.

His strength was completely drained.

Standing on the thirtieth floor, Ren Ming saw this and felt inexplicably happy.

Seeing others suffer the same fate as him made him feel better.

Jiang Anping put away his hands and sat down calmly.

He actually still had strength, but he needed time to reflect on his shortcomings.

"The Wuji Fist can counter strength, but it has a weakness. If the opponent's speed and strength exceed mine by three times, it's hard to counter..."

The next day, there were twenty-nine days left until the final selection.

Jiang Anping came to the twenty-seventh floor and bowed to a beautiful woman using a whip, saying, "Please teach me."

"Get down!"

The talented girl, wearing green boots, swung her whip at Jiang Anping.

Jiang Anping raised his hand, and as he touched the whip, its direction changed, striking back at the talented girl.

The girl's face changed, and she quickly changed the direction of the whip, continuing to attack Jiang Anping.

"Snap~"

The sound of the whip echoed in the air, and the trees and rocks it struck were shattered into soil, with terrifying power.

If it hit a person, it would definitely be painful.

However, it didn't hit Jiang Anping; it was all reflected back.

Some cultivators noticed the battle and couldn't help but comment.

"This Wuji Fist should be renamed to Despicable Fist; it's too despicable."

"Exactly, using the opponent's strength against them, fighting this person is too frustrating."

"I asked someone yesterday, and the Wuji Fist is easy to break, just exceed the user's strength and speed by three times."

"Damn! You call that easy?"

The girl using the whip was hit by her own whip, and her body felt like it was on fire.

Her level couldn't break through the other party's fist technique. If she continued, she would definitely lose.

"I admit..."

She was about to admit defeat when a shout came from below.

"Are you a coward? As a genius, you're admitting defeat!"

"Exactly, even if you can't win, you should fight to the end!"

"This woman is no good!"

The girl was about to admit defeat, but hearing the shouts below, she bit her lip and continued for the sake of her pride.

If she had been more careful, she would have noticed that the people shouting below were the two cultivators Jiang Anping had exhausted the day before.

These two were very mean, wanting others to experience the pain they had suffered.

The battle lasted from morning to noon, and in the end, the girl's spirit energy was exhausted, and she fell to the ground, her clothes and hair drenched in sweat.

"Thank you for the match."

Jiang Anping bowed to the girl.

The girl was so angry, it was the first time she had seen such a disgusting technique.

"Don't think you're strong; you'll be beaten up at the twentieth floor!"

"Don't worry, friend."

Jiang Anping continued to the twenty-sixth floor.

Another fierce battle broke out, lasting from afternoon to night.

Jiang Anping's battle drew more and more attention.

After all, no one had a longer battle time, making it hard not to attract attention.

"Damn, what a disgusting technique, I don't want to fight this person."

A genius on the twenty-third floor saw this and was scared white.

"I'd rather be killed in a short time than be dragged to death."

"This Jiang Anping is really a dog, silent for four months just to learn this technique."

Seeing the bizarre nature of the technique, the people on the mountain didn't want to fight Jiang Anping.

But Jiang Anping continued to climb.

With twenty-eight days left, Jiang Anping reached the twenty-fifth floor.

With twenty-four days left, Jiang Anping reached the twenty-first floor.

The geniuses on the mountain became stronger, and it took him almost a day to defeat each one.

These defeated geniuses were all drained of their strength and dragged to death.

Some geniuses wanted to admit defeat, but as soon as they were about to, they would hear mocking voices from below, calling them cowards and trash, saying they didn't deserve to be called geniuses.

If they were more careful, they would have noticed that the people shouting from below were those who had been exhausted by Jiang Anping.

Their thinking was, why should I be exhausted while you easily admit defeat?

Let's all die together!

With twenty-three days left, the twentieth floor.

Jiang Anping bowed to the body cultivator in front of him, "Please teach me."

In front of him was a muscular cultivator holding a golden staff, his blood energy hot like a furnace.

Xiang Yang lightly swung the staff, the sound breaking the air, and a large wave of energy was stirred up.

"You have reached this floor with the strength of an intermediate martial artist, which is already quite impressive, but your victory will end here."

Starting from the twentieth floor, there was only one genius per floor, with stronger combat power than the cultivators below.

Jiang Anping extended his hand, put it in position, and said, "Please teach me."