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Chapter 315 (2): Breaking Through While Others Fight for Ascension (Teaser)

Only the young boy in white existed in Zhong Qiu's eyes at this moment, and he said, "No one will interfere in our battle, so feel at ease and unleash your full strength."

After saying this, he added, "However, if someone truly dares to attack you in secret, then I, Zhong Qiu, will definitely fight them to the death, regardless of whether they're Ding Ying or Yu Zhenyi."

Chen Ping'an raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. There was a bone-deep gash near his elbow, and there was also a gaping hole in the sleeve of his snow-white robe. This was the price for blocking Lu Fang's sword strike. This was also the first time that Golden Sweet Wine had been damaged. 

Even though the immortal abilities of Golden Sweet Wine were restricted in this world, it was still an incredibly tough robe at its core. From this, one could see just how destructively powerful Lu Fang's sword attacks were.

Zhong Qiu started to walk forward after he finished speaking.

His footsteps seemed slow, yet he was actually able to cover seven to eight meters with each stride. Moreover, his movements didn't radiate with any unnecessary aura.

Zhong Qiu was the imperial preceptor of Southern Garden Nation and also a widely renowned calligrapher and painter.

It was necessary for each word and sentence he spoke to adhere to the rules and principles, and it was necessary for each punch and kick he threw to align with the laws.

Those at the paramount level were either scholarly literati or martial arts grandmasters.

Zhong Qiu was both of these things.

Ding Ying looked down on all of the martial artists in the world, yet he made an exception for Zhong Qiu, whom he treated differently. There were naturally good reasons for this.

Chen Ping'an stood still, not moving a single muscle.

Zhong Qiu's casual approach reminded Chen Ping'an of Ding Ying's entrance into the great hall of the White River Temple back then.

Chen Ping'an could only roughly sense the peerless disposition of the old man in the bamboo building in Downtrodden Mountain. The gulf in cultivation between them was far...

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