Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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And then there's that droopy-eyed, listless look on his face.

Damn it, I'm getting angry! I told you not to move!

He looked at Luke and said:

"How about it? Why don't you try this trick again!"

Jia Zhengliang immediately raised both hands, palms facing upwards, and two Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives flew into his hands.

He suddenly glared, and in an instant, two Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives shot towards Luke's chest.

"clang clang"

Luke is still completely unharmed? How could that be?

Luke looked at Jia Zhengyu with half-closed eyelids, and patted his stomach: "Brother, how about it? That's about enough, no need to be so serious."

The force has increased; next it'll be a throwing knife, right?

Jia Zhengliang immediately gritted his teeth and glared at Luke in front of him. Damn it.

How could someone in their twenties possibly possess such a level of spiritual cultivation?

However, since that's the case, I'm going to break you.

Damn it, whatever, I'll let you try this trick.

I told you not to move!

Jia Zhengliang slowly raised his hands again, palms facing upwards.

This time, only one Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife flew into Jia Zhengliang's hand.

In an instant, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife shot towards Luke's chest.

"clang"

Luke stared with his eyelids drooping, looking down for a while.

There was a slight scratch on his chest, but it didn't break the skin or bleed.

However, the golden aura on the outside was broken through, which means that Jia Zhengliang has some skill.

"Hey buddy, how's it going? Almost done?"

Jia Zhengliang slowly bent down, and a flying dagger flew into his palm once again.

A powerful, restless blue aura emanated from his body, covering his entire form.

Then all the blue Qi quickly surged into the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, enveloping the entire knife.

A flying dagger shimmering with intense blue spiritual light appeared in his palm.

Try this! It's like a patina, with a special kind of Qi coating the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

The special Qi has an oil-like texture, minimizing friction as much as possible.

Without friction, speed and power will be even greater!

Come on, aren't you so brave? Then try this move of mine...

I'm going to use all my Qi to let you try and see if you can dodge.

I told you to stay still!

He stared intently at Luke and said:

"I need to remind you of the next move; remember to dodge it."

"I haven't mastered it yet, otherwise don't blame me if you die."

"what!"

Nine hundred births and deaths!

In an instant, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife in his palm flew towards Luke's left shoulder.

Luke's eyes narrowed, and he quickly raised his left hand.

"Sky-Covering Palm".

Golden light, like liquid, quickly covered his entire left hand and arm.

Luke swung his left hand in an instant.

"clang"

The flying dagger that was about to strike was immediately caught by Luke's left hand.

Luke's figure vanished in an instant, then reappeared in front of Jia Zhengliang.

Then he extended a finger with his right hand and gently touched Jia Zhengliang's forehead.

Hidden Dragon in the stands immediately shouted:

"Holy crap, is this even human?"

"With your bare hands, catch Jia Zhengliang's strongest attack in his manipulation technique!"

"Throughout the entire battle, except for the final attack, we stood still."

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

Jia Zhengliang felt a sharp pain coming from between his eyebrows; any movement would mean certain death!

He gave a bitter laugh, swallowed hard, and let out a long sigh.

We lost, we lost completely, we couldn't even let them make a move.

How did he achieve such a high level of cultivation in his early twenties?

3.3 Once his anger subsided, his whole body quickly and slowly relaxed from being tense.

Jia Zhengliang deliberately chose to attack Luke's shoulder with his Nine Hundred Life and Death attacks, and Luke reciprocated by not actually harming him.

The Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain waved his hand, announcing Luke's victory.

After Luke walked out of the arena, he raised his left hand and looked at it.

There was a very shallow wound on the palm of his left hand, but it was not bleeding.

Actually, this move is quite powerful; no wonder ancient sword immortals loved to use flying swords.

If it were a sharp sword tip, the damage from a thrust would definitely be much greater than that of a throwing knife.

Should I have just said something cool like, "Zhengliang, your fangs hurt me!"

No, no, perhaps I should say:

Kid, how did you manage to hurt me? I deliberately let you cut me twice.

Chapter 67: One Person's Story: Awei's Eighteen Styles, Full Performance Without Discount

After Luke finished his match, he immediately went to the venue where Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were competing, just to see their match.

However, the match off the field seems to be between Feng Baobao and Xiao Xiao right now. It's not their turn to take the stage yet. After all, the venue is limited, and the audience's viewing needs need to be met. So, having more matches is not a problem.

Xiao Xiao's breath-blowing technique was used against a Quanzhen disciple who could summon Yang Shen in the first competition. Even though the Quanzhen disciple was tough and resilient, he had no choice but to use Yang Shen. In the end, his senior brother saw that the boy's Yang Shen was unstable and that if he were hit by the breath-blowing technique, he would probably be immediately destroyed. So he used Yang Shen on the spot to save him, and the Quanzhen disciple was naturally eliminated.

Luke hadn't seen this match, but Lu Linglong, as a disciple of Quanzhen, had, and that's what Luke heard from her.

There were quite a few people watching this match, including the three elders: the Old Master, Tian Jinzhong, and Lu Jin.

Wang Ai and Lü Ci were also there, especially Wang Ai, whose small eyes were staring at Luke with a sinister look, as if she was up to something.

However, Luke didn't care. He would just deal with whatever came his way.

The match between Feng Baobao and Xiao Xiao has begun. Feng Baobao has no fixed moves; she relies entirely on instinct and moves at will. Even though Xiao Xiao's exhalation technique is incredibly powerful, Feng Baobao dodges it with all sorts of unbelievable movements.

"This was created by Zheng Lun and Chen Qi, who were known as the 'Hum and Ha' generals in ancient times. It can temporarily blast a person's soul out of their body, or even directly cause the soul to temporarily dissipate. It cannot be activated without warning, but once it hits, the person will completely lose the ability to resist."

This is the commentary from Canglong in the stands.

Feng Baobao may not know the power of Xiao Xiao's breath, but her instincts told her she should dodge it.

No matter how powerful a move is, it's useless if it doesn't hit anyone.

"Wow, this girl is pretty impressive!"

Luke marveled from the stands, while Zhang Chulan, standing nearby, became wary and subtly approached Luke, saying with a smile.

"Brother Lu is joking. Sister Bao'er is only good at fighting, but she's not very bright. She can't compare to you, Brother Lu."

Luke naturally understood the probing meaning in Zhang Chulan's words, but he didn't care. He just said meaningfully.

"This girl's moves are not systematic, but they are very appropriate. Each move is handled naturally and seamlessly. This is the instinctive reaction of her innate Qi when facing a threat. Many people know this principle, but few can do it. Even fewer can reach the level of this girl."

Luke can deal with all kinds of unexpected situations purely by relying on his innate Qi, but he can't make it an instinct like Feng Baobao. This is a talent, not something that can be learned later. Perhaps Luke will be able to do it after he integrates more of his own worlds in the future, but there is still some gap for him now.

After hearing Luke's words, Zhang Chulan squinted, seemingly lost in thought. However, Luke didn't care that someone like him could interpret a single sentence in eighteen different ways. He had no designs on Feng Baobao, so why should he care? This was what they called being invincible when one is without desires.

And then comes the iconic scene: Awei's 18 moves, all performed flawlessly.

Xiao Xiao kept making "humph" and "ha" sounds, blowing breaths through his nose at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao could only dodge and weave to avoid being blown out by the breath, and she seemed to be at a disadvantage...

"I feel so dizzy~"

Feng Baobao was being bombarded with criticism, and as she dodged around, she inevitably became a little dizzy and disoriented.

"Kill you while you're sick!"

Xiao Xiao suddenly attacked with a palm strike, but fortunately Feng Baobao jumped back in time to create distance.

Feng Baobao suddenly realized that she couldn't get close to the other person. She then took a deep breath, and her innate Qi burst forth, radiating a deep blue aura.

suddenly!

"Awei's Eighteen Styles, Cumshot!"

A large ball of Qi was blasted out by Feng Baobao's palm, flying towards Xiao Xiao, who was completely unprepared.

Xiao Xiao was startled, but luckily he dodged in time.

Having narrowly escaped death, Xiao Xiao was suddenly startled as one after another cluster of Qi balls appeared.