Chapter 94

Wang Lan wore a smile, calmly performing the Flowing Water Fist.

His boxing technique was like flowing water, ever-changing, and capable of neutralizing attacks.

Wang Lan possessed a special constitution that allowed him to store a large amount of energy within his body. Additionally, he practiced a unique cultivation method, making the spiritual energy stored within his body even more formidable.

With this ability, he had worn down countless opponents.

Like a hunter, he pursued his prey bit by bit, causing them to panic and become anxious, and when they were exhausted, he would deliver the final blow.

Wang Lan's lips curled upward; Jiang Ping'an had already fallen into his trap, and he was just waiting for his opponent to run out of stamina.

Although the Infinite Fist was not strong in attack, it was quite effective in depleting one's stamina.

Within two hours, at most two hours, Jiang Ping'an would become anxious, then attack recklessly, and ultimately be defeated by the attrition.

Wang Lan continued to exchange punches with Jiang Ping'an unhurriedly. The air around them stirred violently with each collision of their fists.

Time passed, and they fought from morning until noon, with the sun hanging high in the sky, making the earth scorching hot.

On the martial arts platform, some cultivators were either practicing or had already left out of boredom.

Even the beautiful referee seemed distracted, sitting in the shade and playing with her legs.

"This is too boring, I'm leaving, I won't watch anymore."

"Are you done yet! Hurry up and fight!"

"You two aren't even worthy of being called prodigies, get lost!"

The impatient audience began to curse.

If the fight had been spectacular, watching for a few hours wouldn't have been a waste, but these two were just dragging their feet, exchanging punches one by one, with no visual appeal.

Wang Lan looked at Jiang Ping'an, whose face showed no signs of agitation, and felt a hint of panic.

Why wasn't Jiang Ping'an getting anxious?

This was not what he had expected.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Ping'an should have been anxious by now, attacking recklessly and then being worn down.

However, Jiang Ping'an remained as calm as before.

At this rate, they didn't know how long the fight would last.

Wang Lan decided to launch a psychological attack and said, "Brother Jiang, have you heard of the 'Zangyu Technique'?"

"No."

Jiang Ping'an replied indifferently, thinking that the other party was just bored and wanted to chat.

Wang Lan's expression froze; how could Jiang Ping'an not have heard of such a top-tier technique?

He continued, "Then, Brother Jiang, have you heard of Daoist Divine Void?"

"The one who killed the demon dragon?"

Jiang Ping'an had a deal with Hua Qingyu, who asked him to find the demon dragon's bones, which were related to Daoist Divine Void.

Hua Qingyu said that the dragon that had fallen into the path of evil was struck down by Daoist Divine Void on the Divine Island.

"Exactly, that Daoist Divine Void, the last immortal in the world, and one of the ten greatest figures in history."

Wang Lan's eyes were filled with reverence and longing. "Ten thousand years ago, the path to immortality disappeared, but he somehow reopened it and ascended to the immortal realm."

Jiang Ping'an asked curiously, "Why are you telling me this?"

Wang Lan put aside his complex emotions and continued, "Daoist Divine Void created an extraordinary technique called the 'Zangyu Technique.'"

"Practicing this technique allows one to store a massive amount of spiritual energy within the body, hundreds of times more than other cultivators of the same level!"

Hearing this, Jiang Ping'an was taken aback. "So terrifying! Do you know this technique?"

There was actually a technique so similar to the Earth Piling Technique in the world.

Wang Lan shook his head. "I don't know it; this technique has been lost."

"Twenty years ago, Daoist Divine Void's residence was opened, and many people entered to search for this top-tier divine technique, but they didn't find it."

"However, I have a replica of the Zangyu Technique, which allows me to store ten times more energy than other cultivators."

"Combined with my special constitution, which already allows me to store ten times more energy than other cultivators, this means I have twenty times more energy than ordinary cultivators!"

Finally, Wang Lan began his psychological attack.

He believed that upon hearing this news, Jiang Ping'an would surely change his expression and become anxious.

However, Wang Lan was disappointed; Jiang Ping'an remained as calm as before.

After a moment of thought, Jiang Ping'an suddenly asked, "Have you heard of the Earth Piling Technique?"

Wang Lan shook his head. "There are only so many top-tier techniques; this one probably isn't one of them, right?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ping'an was almost certain that the so-called Earth Piling Technique was just a renamed technique, not originally called that.

When he was at the first level of Qi Cultivation, his spiritual energy was already comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Such an extraordinary technique couldn't be unknown.

There was a high probability that the Earth Piling Technique was originally called something else, and someone had changed its name.

Jiang Ping'an suddenly remembered that Wang Lan mentioned Daoist Divine Void's residence being opened twenty years ago.

Uncle Meng said that he obtained the Earth Piling Technique in a great secret realm...

The timing matched, and the effects of the Zangyu Technique and the Earth Piling Technique were so similar. Could it be...

Of course, this was just a guess.

After the trip to the Divine Island, he would ask Uncle Meng where he obtained the Earth Piling Technique.

If Uncle Meng really obtained it from Daoist Divine Void's residence, then the 'Earth Piling Technique' was likely the 'Zangyu Technique'!

Jiang Ping'an was completely calm; his stamina hadn't been depleted yet, and he hadn't even started using his spiritual energy.

The reason he had dragged the fight out for so long was to hone his combat skills.

Unlike others who had been fighting for years, he had been practicing for a long time.

In terms of combat, he was a bit behind others and needed prolonged battles to improve.

They fought for another two hours, and most of the audience had left.

Many people were so bored that they fell asleep.

By nightfall, Wang Lan, who had been very confident, began to panic.

Why wasn't Jiang Ping'an getting anxious?

How much energy did he have left?

Could he have more energy than me?

Although Wang Lan could continue fighting for another day, seeing Jiang Ping'an remain completely calm made him anxious.

He had never encountered such a durable opponent.

At this rate, he might be the one to be worn down!

"I can't keep this up," Wang Lan thought.

A day of fighting had drained his patience, and he decided to intensify his attacks to increase his opponent's consumption.

The previously calm Flowing Water Fist suddenly changed, surging like a flood toward Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an raised his hand to block and used the force to push it back.

Wang Lan used the Flowing Water Fist to neutralize the force.

Jiang Ping'an suddenly said, "Are you that weak?"

Wang Lan's expression stiffened.

He had been mocked.

"I'm weak? I'll show you how strong I am!"

A day of fighting had worn down Wang Lan's patience, and Jiang Ping'an's mockery made him furious.

He frantically channeled his energy, launching punch after punch.

The competition area was filled with flying sand and stones, and terrifying energy surged wildly.

Jiang Ping'an remained calm.

In terms of stamina, he could last another night, but his spiritual energy storage was ten times that of his stamina.

The battle became intense, but there were hardly any spectators left.

The referee was sitting on the side, fiddling with her feet.

They fought until midnight.

Under full exertion, Wang Lan's spiritual energy was depleted.

When Jiang Ping'an retaliated, Wang Lan had no spiritual energy left to counter.

"Bang!"

Wang Lan was sent flying, crashing into the wall, and let out a pained groan.

Sitting on the ground, he panted heavily, his head drenched in sweat, his eyes filled with disbelief and dejection.

He, who had always been the hunter, had been drained of his spiritual energy today.

This was the first time in his journey that he had been defeated in the same way.

"How long can your stamina last?"

Wang Lan, having caught his breath, looked up at his opponent and asked, unwilling to accept defeat.

"Stamina-wise, I can last until morning," Jiang Ping'an replied.

Wang Lan sighed heavily. "I didn't lose in terms of spiritual energy storage; I lost my composure."

If he hadn't panicked, he could have dragged Jiang Ping'an until morning and won.

His mental state still needed improvement.

Jiang Ping'an didn't say much, just bowed and said, "Thank you for the match."

The referee, who was having a late-night snack, quickly put away her food and announced, "First match, Jiang Ping'an wins!"

There was no cheering on the field, as most people had already left, and only a few were sitting in meditation.

"Damn, I'll never watch their matches again."

"Exactly, it's disgusting."

"If I hadn't paid, I would have left long ago."

Amidst the curses, the two left the competition arena.

The first battle had come to an end.