Chapter 54

"Be careful!"

Xiangyang swung the golden staff in his hand with great momentum, stirring the clouds in the sky.

Jiang Ping'an raised his hand to block.

The cultivator who had been tormented by Jiang Ping'an shouted from the foot of the mountain.

"Beat him up!"

"Knock him down!"

"Make sure to teach him a lesson!"

This group of geniuses was very excited, finally seeing this bastard get beaten.

Who could imagine the pain of fighting someone for a whole day, exhausting oneself to death? This was worse than being instantly killed, a torment to one's will.

Jiang Ping'an rotated his wrist, and the staff was deflected back.

Xiangyang was startled; it could actually be deflected back.

Xiangyang no longer worried about killing the other party and fully mobilized his blood qi, preparing to defeat him with even greater strength.

A staff strike shook the sky, sand and stones flew, and trees were uprooted.

The terrifying power made the female cultivator on the nineteenth floor secretly alarmed.

"Xiangyang's level is already on par with mine! If he defeats Jiang Ping'an this time, he will definitely come to challenge me!"

"Jiang Ping'an is indeed very strong, but the Wuji Fist is not invincible. This staff strike must exceed Jiang Ping'an's strength by three times."

Everyone thought Jiang Ping'an would stop at the twenty-first floor.

To reach here was already very impressive.

The staff strike landed, and Jiang Ping'an's legs bent slightly, but he was not sent flying.

Jiang Ping'an rotated his arm, and the strange power in his body emitted, deflecting the fierce staff strike back.

Xiangyang's staff was shaken off, and his body flew backward.

He flew over a hundred meters and only stopped after colliding with a tree.

The cultivators at the foot of the mountain, the female cultivator on the nineteenth floor, and Xiangyang himself all stared with wide eyes.

"Impossible! Such a terrifying staff strike, how could it not break through the Wuji Fist!"

"That's not right! Jiang Ping'an must be hiding something!"

"Although it didn't break through, this should be Jiang Ping'an's limit. Reaching the twentieth floor is already impressive."

Everyone thought Jiang Ping'an would be defeated, but they didn't expect him to deflect Xiangyang's staff.

Jiang Ping'an picked up the heavy iron staff, which weighed at least three hundred pounds.

He threw the iron staff to Xiangyang and said, "Continue."

Xiangyang's face twitched; was this kid trying to continue torturing him?

He didn't believe that he couldn't break through the Wuji Fist!

Xiangyang caught the staff and struck again with full force.

"Bang, bang, bang~"

Jiang Ping'an was clearly not as calm as before, but the Wuji Fist still held.

Xiangyang was also smart and didn't waste time, fighting with full strength. In a short hour, he exhausted all his strength.

Xiangyang left without a word, cursing as he went to the twenty-first floor.

This Wuji Fist was truly despicable; fighting it was like fighting oneself.

Jiang Ping'an took a deep breath and entered the room on the twentieth floor to rest.

Meng Jing, who had already reached the eleventh floor, looked at Jiang Ping'an reaching the twentieth floor with surprise.

She knew Jiang Ping'an was hiding, but she didn't expect him to hide so deeply and reach the twentieth floor so quickly, faster than she did.

However, Meng Jing was very happy, even happier than when she reached the eleventh floor.

She knew this wooden block wasn't weak.

Meng Jing looked up at Ma Wei on the ninth floor, her eyes filled with anger.

"Daring to frame the wooden block, I must beat him up!"

The female cultivator on the nineteenth floor sighed in relief, thinking the twentieth floor was Jiang Ping'an's limit.

She didn't want to be tortured by Jiang Ping'an.

Others thought the same; from the battle between Jiang Ping'an and Xiangyang, it was clear that he was already struggling.

If he continued to challenge the next floor, he would likely be defeated.

However, they were destined to be wrong.

Countdown: 22 days, nineteenth floor.

Jiang Ping'an, dressed in white, clasped his hands and said, "Please instruct me."

"You... have advanced to a high-level martial artist!"

The female cultivator on the nineteenth floor looked at Jiang Ping'an's realm, her eyes wide.

That's right, Jiang Ping'an was previously only a mid-level martial artist, not yet at his limit!

Other cultivators, seeing Jiang Ping'an's advancement and his challenge, had strange expressions.

"This guy can still continue to advance!"

"This kid is really patient, being so strong but enduring for four months!"

"How many floors can he reach?"

More and more cultivators began to pay attention to Jiang Ping'an.

For the geniuses on the mountain, they often discussed, occasionally talking about Jiang Ping'an, who had been squatting on the thirtieth floor.

Whenever they talked about Jiang Ping'an, they would smile at each other, treating it as a joke.

Today, they realized the joke was on them!

Jiang Ping'an was definitely very strong, just not showing it.

The battle erupted again, and Jiang Ping'an was even stronger than yesterday.

Half a day later, the female cultivator was exhausted, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Countdown: 21 days, eighteenth floor.

Countdown: 18 days, fifteenth floor.

Countdown: 15 days, twelfth floor.

Jiang Ping'an's name spread throughout the mountain.

From being unknown to rising to prominence.

Those who could enter the top fifteen floors were all super geniuses with great talent.

On the twelfth floor, Jiang Ping'an's opponent was someone he knew.

Zhang Lingmin, the woman with the wind affinity he met on the way to Blackwind City.

Her brother, Zhang Ling, was the one Jiang Ping'an killed.

But Zhang Lingmin hated her brother and didn't pursue responsibility, only taking a foundation-building pill.

Zhang Lingmin looked up at Meng Jing on the tenth floor, then at Jiang Ping'an in front of her, her arrogance disappearing, her expression complex.

"I underestimated you."

Zhang Lingmin never thought that the two people she could easily kill and ignore half a year ago had caught up to her.

Even more, one had already surpassed her.

"Please instruct me."

Jiang Ping'an clasped his hands, his face expressionless.

"Although your Wuji Fist is very strong, I am a speed-type martial artist. I am confident that my speed exceeds yours by three times!"

Zhang Lingmin put aside her other emotions. As she spoke, a strong wind rose around her, and her body floated high.

"It's the Wind Spirit Dance! Zhang Lingmin is planning to use her ultimate technique right away?"

"Zhang Lingmin must do this; if I were in her position, I wouldn't let Jiang Ping'an wear me down."

"Jiang Ping'an is a physical cultivator, so his strength is normal, but his speed is lacking. He definitely can't catch up to Zhang Lingmin's speed!"

Some cultivators, though not as strong as Jiang Ping'an, analyzed the situation with great clarity.

Their analysis was correct; Jiang Ping'an did have a weakness in speed.

Jiang Ping'an also noticed this and planned to practice a speed-type technique later.

The Wind Spirit Dance, a powerful wind technique, could greatly increase speed in a short time.

As Zhang Lingmin used the technique, a huge tornado enveloped Jiang Ping'an.

Zhang Lingmin's body disappeared, but it wasn't really gone; her speed had reached its limit, making it hard for ordinary cultivators to see her!

"You lose."

A faint voice echoed in the tornado, but no one could see the speaker.

Zhang Lingmin launched wind blades, preparing to end the battle in one move.

"Bang!"

The tornado exploded, and the fierce wind sent Zhang Lingmin flying.

She hit the barrier on the eleventh floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her face pale.

The tornado dissipated, and Jiang Ping'an stood in place, his hands in the Wuji Fist stance.

"Impossible! How could you catch up to my speed!"

Zhang Lingmin didn't care about her injuries, staring at Jiang Ping'an in disbelief.

Those who thought Jiang Ping'an was slow also looked at him in disbelief.

Wasn't speed supposed to be Jiang Ping'an's weakness?

"I can't catch up to your speed, but I have good eyesight."

Jiang Ping'an explained calmly.

"Good eyesight?"

Zhang Lingmin was angry, thinking Jiang Ping'an was mocking her. She flew up again, attacking Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an wasn't lying; his eyesight was indeed good.

As his realm improved, his right eye seemed to improve, or rather, recover.

The right eye contained a strange power that was gradually activated as his realm increased.

For example, dynamic vision.

Zhang Lingmin's speed was indeed fast, but Jiang Ping'an could see where she was and predict her attacks in advance.

An hour passed, and Zhang Lingmin was defeated.

Her pride in her extreme speed was useless against Jiang Ping'an; no matter from which direction she attacked, he could see it.

Jiang Ping'an sat on the ground, reflecting on the day's battle, reviewing his shortcomings, and making corrections.

This was what he did every day.

The crowd at the foot of the mountain watched Jiang Ping'an's back, their hearts shaken.

He was a dark horse, surpassing everyone's expectations.

"Jiang Ping'an... isn't he planning to challenge the top ten?"

One genius said, making everyone's hearts race.

If Jiang Ping'an could enter the top ten, it would be terrifying.

In less than a month, from the thirtieth floor to the top ten!

Among all the geniuses, only two had progressed so quickly.

One was Meng Jing.

But she had a lightning affinity, so her rapid progress was normal.

But Jiang Ping'an didn't have such a powerful talent!

Countdown: 14 days, eleventh floor, Jiang Ping'an challenged again.

On this day, Meng Jing and Ma Wei of Ethereal Sect had a terrifying battle on the ninth floor.

The ranking in the last month had rarely changed, and only Meng Jing and Jiang Ping'an were still pushing hard.

Meng Jing and Ma Wei's battle attracted the attention of all the geniuses, including the super geniuses in the top three floors and the powerful figures responsible for management.