Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 87 One Punch

"Good, very good. It seems you haven't wasted your time these past six months. I'll handle the assassin matter. You just need to focus on doing what you're supposed to do. Tomorrow's competition, guard the Golden Token and don't let anyone else take it." Wang Ling was pleased inside, but he didn't show it outwardly. He still maintained an extremely cold expression.

"Yes, sir!" Lin Qing replied.

...

the other side.

Luo Wandeng waited for a long time, but still couldn't get any news from Song Heilong, so he had no choice but to put the matter aside.

The next day.

At the central square of the Soul Suppression Division's headquarters, Lin Qing stepped onto the arena, while Luo Tai simultaneously used his lightness skill to leap onto the platform from the other side.

There were many spectators all around. Nearby were more than 600 newly recruited constables, and in the distance was a viewing platform with about a dozen people sitting there, including Wang Ling. They were all obviously important figures from the Prefectural Town Soul Division.

"Steward Wang, you've held this golden token in your hands for three years, searching through more than a hundred counties in the prefecture. Now you've finally sent it out. I'm very much looking forward to seeing what Lin Qing is capable of that has earned your approval," Qiu Changming said in a deep voice.

"Elder Qiu, just keep watching. I've never misjudged anyone in my life. After this battle, you'll understand why he was able to obtain the Golden Token from me," Wang Ling said expressionlessly.

"Oh, it seems Deacon Wang is quite confident? But let me remind you, this Luo Tai is no ordinary person. Although the Luo family has declined, they can still cultivate a genius. This Luo Tai possesses six kinds of strength, has mastered the Thirteen Horizontal Armor Techniques to the fullest level, and has naturally stone-skinned and has a natural arm strength of over a thousand. Forgive my bluntness, but even if this person stands there and lets anyone attack him, 6% of the people in this square will not be able to hurt him." A plump old man next to Qiu Changming, who looked like a meatball, said in a deep voice. This man was named Zhu Mingtong, and he was also one of the eight deacons of the Soul Suppression Division.

"Does Lord Zhu think Luo Tai can win?" Wang Ling didn't answer, but Qiu Changming chimed in.

"Not bad, I think Luo Tai can do it. I have a natural love for gambling, anyone want to bet with me?" Zhu Mingtong's eyes were bright.

He has a nickname in the Soul Suppression Division: "The One Who Takes a Gamble." No matter what happens, big or small, he always takes a gamble first.

"Lord Zhu, gambling is not a good habit," Qiu Changming said.

"Alas, Elder Qiu, you are too kind. A little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling is harmful. I bet Luo Tai will win with a thousand taels of silver!" Zhu Mingtong said loudly.

As a steward of the Soul Suppression Division, one has long held a position of power above thousands of others and has many ways to make money, but a thousand taels is not a small sum.

"I'll take it," Qiu Changming said with a smile.

"Oh? Lord Qiu knows Lin Qing?" someone asked from the side.

"I don't know Lin Qing, but my intuition tells me that Deacon Wang's judgment is correct," Qiu Changming said with a smile.

While the stewards of the Soul Suppression Division were chatting, Lin Qing and his companion finished their preparations. Before the fight began, they each had a quarter of an hour to adjust their state. At this moment, as the time was approaching, Luo Tai suddenly let out a low shout, and his body suddenly swelled up, growing taller to 16 feet, looking like a small giant from a distance.

Upon closer inspection, his skin appeared grayish-white, and his bulging muscles rose and fell like hills, naturally exuding a surging aura.

Not only Lin Qing felt this aura, but many spectators standing near the arena were also filled with fear.

"What the hell is this monster?" Wei Donggang, who was waiting to go on stage, had just stuffed a soup dumpling into his mouth when he suddenly saw this scene. He was so shocked that his eyes widened in shock.

"This is the physique one can achieve only after mastering the Thirteen Bodyguards Horizontal Training Technique to perfection," Yang Qian said softly from the side.

"Fortunately, my opponent wasn't him. It's just a pity for Brother Lin; the golden token he was about to get is about to slip away. Sigh." Wei Dong sighed and licked the oil off his finger.

Yang Qian suddenly felt underestimated. What did he mean by saying that his opponent was not him? However, he swallowed the words of rebuttal that were on the tip of his tongue, because seeing Luo Tai's amazing physique, he knew that he would lose even if he went up to fight him one-on-one.

On the other side of the crowd, Li Ping and Ma Ziye were secretly worried for Lin Qing when they saw this scene.

"Can we win? What kind of monster is Luo Tai? How come he's so big?" Ma Ziye's mouth dropped open, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

"Trust Brother Lin. If all else fails, just admit defeat. Luo Tai is ruthless. I just hope Brother Lin isn't seriously injured. Even without the Golden Token, the treatment of a Class A constable is still quite good," Li Ping said softly, though he didn't have much faith in Lin Qing.

On the arena.

Luo Tai stretched his limbs, his eyes full of mockery.

"Lin Qing, if you're scared, you can admit defeat now. But if we really start fighting later, I'll cripple you."

Lin Qing remained calm and simply said, "You talk a lot of nonsense. I just hope your strength will be as tough as your mouth later."

Luo Tai's face immediately darkened: "Lin Qing, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Although the Soul Suppressing Division explicitly forbids heavy-handed attacks in arena battles, it is common to see one side seriously injured if the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

"The duel begins!"

At his command, Luo Tai charged forward. Despite his imposing physique, he was surprisingly fast, reaching Lin Qing in an instant and throwing a punch.

This punch brought with it a gust of wind; the fist was like a meteorite, chilling to the bone.

Lin Qing also moved at the same time. Although Luo Tai was fast, it depended on who he was compared to. Compared to Lin Qing, he was much slower.

Lin Qing dodged the punch by sidestepping, and then suddenly threw out a punch, unleashing the first move of the Tathagata Fist Manual.

Luo Tai did not dodge, firstly because he couldn't dodge, and secondly because he felt there was no need to. With the Thirteen Protectors' external martial arts training, his skin was as hard as if he were wearing chainmail. He was confident that he could be invincible among martial artists of the same level.

"I'll just stand here and let you hit me, and you still can't break my defense? What makes you think you can beat me?"

Luo Tai's eyes were full of confidence, and a smile played on his face, a smile with a hint of sarcasm.

He reached out and grabbed Lin Qing's shoulder. If he could get a grip, he would not hesitate to crush his bones and listen to Lin Qing's screams.

However, when Lin Qing's fist actually struck his chest, tens of thousands of pounds of force erupted, and the sound, like the beating of a drum, echoed between heaven and earth.

Bang!

Luo Tai's smile froze instantly. He felt an irresistible force crashing down like a tsunami, instantly piercing through the body's outer defenses formed by the Thirteen Protectors' external martial arts, and then overwhelming his internal organs, turning his body upside down.

Luo Tai's body suddenly rose high into the air, arced through the air, and landed on the ground below the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Luo Tai clutched his chest, his eyes filled with horror. That punch had the force of tens of thousands of pounds. He simply couldn't understand how Lin Qing could have such terrifying power.

The next instant, intense pain surged from his internal organs, quickly engulfing his entire body. Luo Tai's expression contorted with pain, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly losing consciousness.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.

Lin Qing stood at the edge of the stands, looking down at Luo Tai, who lay dead on the ground, and said calmly, "That punch had a force exceeding 50,000 jin. Could you have withstood it?"