Human Martial Saint: Starting with Bajiquan

Chapter 112 Ice Needles

An indescribable chill ran through me.

Centered on the spirit of Aries, it suddenly spread out.

This unusual chill penetrated directly into the bone marrow of everyone present.

First, the people in the audience couldn't take it anymore. Their teeth chattered, their faces turned pale, and they instinctively hugged their arms tightly.

Xiao Lan was so cold that she wanted to cry out. Lai San quickly hugged her and covered her mouth. Then he looked around, his eyes filled with fear.

Even the newly promoted martial arts champions were not spared in the arena competition. Although they had strong physiques and abundant blood and energy, they were still frozen and shivering in front of this strangely cold environment.

Kang Yizhi seemed to know something; his blood and qi circulated within him, and a faint white mist rose from his body, which eased his expression slightly.

Seeing this, everyone followed suit, activating their own qi and blood according to their different techniques, and only then were they able to barely resist the chill.

Magistrate Lun Ren trembled. He had also practiced Taoist arts, so he wasn't cold, just terrified. He was merely a son-in-law of the Lun clan, and seeing the situation escalating, he knew he couldn't control it.

Although County Magistrate Kang was trembling, he was filled with pleasure. The more miserable the Yin family members were, the happier he was.

"Your strength is terrifying, young master! Yin Wuji, you're doomed!"

Yin Wuji had not expected that this纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled young man) who came to snatch the martial arts examination candidate would have such strength, but since he had already spoken, he had no choice.

All we can do is hold our breath and concentrate, and fight desperately. This pride of a martial artist is something we absolutely cannot give up.

Everyone reacted in their own way.

At the center of the arena, Aries' handsome yet indifferent face revealed a mocking smile, like a cat toying with a mouse. He casually raised his translucent hand, his slender fingers gently hooking in the air.

On the training ground, in the cold wind, the white mist exhaled by everyone was drawn together and frantically gathered towards his fingertips.

In an instant, countless tiny ice crystals condensed out of thin air, making a soft "crackling" sound, and rapidly gathered at his fingertips.

It eventually transformed into a crystal-clear ice needle, about a foot long.

The ice needle hovered above his fingertips, slowly rising and falling, without any astonishing force, yet it contained extreme cold and sharpness.

Aries' golden pupils locked onto Yin Wuji on the stage, who was still tightly gripping the silver token, his face growing paler with cold and anger.

He twitched his fingertips slightly, causing the ice needle to tremble gently as he aimed it at Yin Wuji's right shoulder.

"A frog in a well dares to talk about the dignity of a martial artist? I, this young master, will show you... what a world of difference truly means. Let's start with your right shoulder!"

Before he could finish speaking, the silver needle vanished silently from his fingertip.

next moment.

A sharp whistling sound rang out as the ice needle traced a twisted white line through the air, heading straight for Yin Wuji!

Its speed far surpasses that of bows and arrows, and its trajectory is unpredictable. The ice needles are half-penetrating, making it extremely difficult to guard against.

Yin Wuji was furious when he saw that Baiyang had told him where to attack, clearly indicating that Baiyang's cultivation level was higher than his own and that Baiyang was toying with him.

"Arrogant!"

Born into the Yin family, he was not entirely ignorant of Taoist arts. From his elders, Yin Wuji knew that vigorous martial arts blood and qi were the nemesis of Taoist arts.

Despite the vast difference in quality and the incredible speed of the flying needles, making them difficult to dodge, Yin Wuji had no intention of simply waiting to be killed.

His blood and energy, which were originally somewhat sluggish due to the cold, were now forcibly stimulated and surged to the surface of his body, causing his skin to tighten instantly.

Fine white mist rose from within half an inch of its body.

"Sizzle!"

The ice needle pierced into the white mist without any resistance, making a slight sound. The moment the needle tip touched the membrane, the speed visibly slowed down.

The cold, icy energy, penetrating the sharp point, clashed violently with the scorching blood and qi, causing the needle to shrink rapidly and a thicker white vapor to rise around it.

"puff!"

The ice needle, after being slightly blocked by the skin membrane, finally pierced through and stabbed into Yin Wuji's right shoulder, penetrating about an inch into the flesh!

A chilling sensation instantly spread, and Yin Wuji groaned as his right arm and half of his body went numb, disrupting his blood circulation.

A thin layer of ice crystals instantly condensed around the wound, which he then shook off in an instant.

Regardless, Yin Wuji held on.

Contrary to Aries's expectations, the ice needles did not cripple his entire arm with a single strike.

However, under this attack, he could only desperately try to neutralize the chill brought by the ice needles and was unable to counterattack immediately.

"Oh? That's interesting, but too bad..."

There was an unexpected glint in Aries' golden eyes, but it quickly became complicated.

It seemed like a mix of regret and boredom.

The Aries spirit appeared relaxed, languid, and elegant, raising its hands and forming a hand seal with its fingers.

The chill that permeated the air above the training ground quickly dissipated, or rather, rapidly gathered between his hands, emitting a mournful whistling sound.

The translucent spirit of Aries, appearing even more crystalline and translucent amidst the swirling cold winds, seemed to command a region of winter, thus—

They were manipulating the life of Yin Wuji right before their eyes.

"Then let's play a little longer, Ning!"

Before he finished speaking, three ice needles, even more solid than before, slowly rotated in the hazy light of the sky and appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The dark blue needle tip remained fixed on Yin Wuji.

"go!"

As Aries flicked his fingers in quick succession, three ice needles drew three strange and tricky arcs, shooting towards Yin Wuji from three different directions!

One bullet aimed at his heart, another circled around to the back of his head.

Yin Wuji's hair stood on end. Ignoring the chill creeping into his right shoulder, he instantly pushed his blood and qi to their limit again, crossed his arms to protect his chest, and twisted his body to the side to avoid another one at the back of his head.

But the most insidious one was hidden in the shadow of the first one, and suddenly rose up, aiming for Yin Wuji's right eye!

If this happens, the vulnerable right eye won't be able to stop the ice needle at all. The end result will inevitably be that the ice needle enters the brain, and the person will die on the spot!

I'm going to die...

It's too late.

Yin Wuji only noticed the last ice needle when the thought of it flashed through his mind, his heart filled with resentment and despair.

At this critical moment—

"break!"

A furious roar resounded like thunder, and a powerful, fierce, and fiery energy of blood and qi adhered to an iron fist.

He smashed the ice needles with a single punch!

It blasted the ice needle into shattered crystals.

Yin Wuji felt a familiar wave of scorching heat, following the force of the punch, sweep across his cheek, dispelling most of the biting cold.

He escaped death by a hair's breadth, staggered half a step, and turned his head in astonishment to look at the person who had attacked him.

"It was you? How...you were the one who saved me?"

Kang Yizhi!

It turned out to be him!

This arrogant and domineering eldest son of the Kang family, who had been his rival for years, was now blocking his side, maintaining a punching stance.

At this moment, Kang Yizhi's face was slightly pale.

Clearly, the force of that punch, which had gathered blood energy, had taken a toll on him.