Chapter 178 - 100: Wave-Treading Blade Technique, Repayment Complete!

Chapter 178: Chapter 100: Wave-Treading Blade Technique, Repayment Complete!

Evenly matched, neither side giving an inch!

It seemed he had indeed corrected his mistakes.

Zheng Jun casually wondered, "Did he finally pull himself together today because yesterday’s humiliation was too much?"

However, without any hesitation, he swung his saber again, Slashing toward Han Hu’s right side!

Zheng Jun’s ink-black, gold-threaded shirt fluttered loudly in the wind. The flying corners of his clothes looked like a dancing crane as he stepped forward, seemingly trampling the sky-filling sand beneath his feet. His saber pointed straight ahead, as if condensing all the surrounding True Gang into its blade.

Seeing Zheng Jun stepping up to Slash again, Han Hu, though quite enraged inwardly, remained unhurried in his movements. Lifting his black rod, he intended to pull back and create distance immediately. However, Zheng Jun moved too fast, forcing Han Hu to block with the rod instead!

CLANG!

The deep clash of metal once again echoed throughout the drill ground. A numbing recoil transmitted into Han Hu’s palms, leaving his arms numb and his blood surging and boiling like crashing waves against the shore.

Han Hu’s pupils shrank sharply, his heart filled with extreme shock and rage. He thought, "How does it feel like this little thief’s strength has increased by another level after just one night?!"

Beneath this shock and rage, Han Hu still harbored a trace of fear.

He wondered, "Could it be that this little thief was hiding his strength last night and didn’t use all his skills?"

The Evil Qi effect brought about by that sliver of Refinement of the ’Blood Soul Qi Fiend’ within the True Gang had already taken effect. Han Hu instantly lost his momentum, feeling somewhat devoid of confidence. But at this point, he could only continue to pretend to be fearless, his hair and beard bristling with rage.

After this thought flashed through his mind, he continued to swing his rod, preparing to Chop down again.

However, it was this momentary hesitation that Zheng Jun sharply seized as an opportunity.

Zheng Jun’s arms suddenly exerted force. The Beirong Saber in his hand struck out explosively like an arrow, instantly piercing through Han Hu’s layers of True Gang, arriving with explosive lethal intent as the blade Slashed forward.

Only, unlike the usual horizontal Slashes, this time, Zheng Jun executed a vertical Chop straight down at his head!

"Oh no!"

After a moment of distraction, Han Hu’s face filled with horror. Watching the incoming saber, he hurriedly raised his rod to block.

BOOM!

A loud explosion rang out. Terrifying True Gang erupted, and the True Gang scattered in the surroundings became exceptionally violent. The ground of the drill field cracked open with Han Hu at the center, forming spiderweb-like fissures as if it had been trampled by a herd of elephants. It was truly an immense force!

Han Hu only felt his arms swell with soreness; this formidable strength was becoming too much for him to withstand!

Ever since his transmigration, this was the first time Zheng Jun had thrown caution to the wind and unleashed his full strength without any reservations. The surging, massive force that erupted in this instant could almost shatter the earth!

If he hadn’t known the Life Gate was there, and if Han Hu hadn’t wavered, he wouldn’t have had the chance to Slash out with this all-out strike!

PFFT!

However, Han Hu forcefully withstood Zheng Jun’s saber strike!

But such a surging and majestic force naturally wouldn’t leave Han Hu unscathed. He felt his internal organs shake violently, and immediately after, he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His complexion clearly looked quite unwell.

Zheng Jun also felt his hands go numb, the webbing of his hands torn and bleeding from the impact.

Yet, Zheng Jun let out a long laugh. Right after the saber strike, without the slightest hesitation, he launched a kick. He didn’t use any specific technique; he merely mustered all the strength in his body and whipped out an explosive roundhouse kick, viciously striking toward Han Hu!

"Get down!"

With an explosive shout, wherever Zheng Jun’s whip kick landed, Han Hu’s True Gang completely collapsed, rendering him utterly unable to block.

BANG!

Accompanied by a loud crash, Zheng Jun’s ruthless kick directly sent Han Hu’s sturdy body flying. Unable to hold onto the rod in his hands, Han Hu dropped it onto the cracked drill ground. Meanwhile, he himself hurtled once again toward the wall that had been kicked down last night but repaired at lightning speed.

BOOM!

The wall snapped on impact and collapsed with a crash. Thick dust permeated the air once again.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded. It wasn’t until several breaths later that the soldiers below finally showed some reaction.

"General Han lost? How is that possible!"

"How is it not possible? Didn’t General Han lose yesterday too?"

"True. General Zheng’s methods are formidable, while our General Han’s skills are rather mediocre among Outer Gang experts. It’s completely normal for him to lose to General Zheng... Being a soldier under General Zheng is a truly good thing."

"It seems General Han lost even faster today. Last night, General Zheng slashed more than ten times before sending General Han flying with a punch. This time, General Zheng only executed three strikes and then sent General Han flying with one kick... Was General Zheng sparing General Han’s pride last night, which is why he didn’t do this, but today General Han angered General Zheng, resulting in him defeating the enemy in just three moves?"

"Stop talking, stop talking."

"..."

The soldiers’ whispers spread across the field.

[Cross-level combat, Powerful Splitting Hua Mountain. Wave-Treading Blade Technique repayment progress +454. Current repayment progress: 8122/10000.]

Zheng Jun withdrew his cold gaze and stepped half a pace forward. Holding the saber in one hand, he picked up the rod Han Hu had dropped with the other. After wiping the blood from the webbing of his hand, he spoke proudly, "General Han Hu is old, and yet he has gifted me another rod.

"These two rods should be worth around six thousand five hundred taels, which is enough to repay the silver you embezzled from me... I will come again tomorrow, and I hope General Han Hu can prepare another Refined Iron Profound Rod worth two or three thousand taels."

Having said that, he carried his saber in one hand and held the rod in the other, walking away suavely.

The army below fell into dead silence once more.

Han Hu’s face had already turned the color of pig liver. He was maddened with rage, but there was absolutely nothing he could do.