Chapter 98: Heaven-and-Earth Great Shift!

“Little Changkong?”

Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue were stunned, never expecting Jiang Changkong to appear.

Was Jiang Changkong Pang Yun’s big brother?

“Jiang Changkong?”

Fang Lin and the others were bewildered. Had Jiang Changkong been the one who saved them just now?

Pang Yun stared in disbelief. His big brother was Jiang Changkong?

What about the promised Mid Star Sea Stage?

“Seeking death!”

Wang Peng’s eyes flashed with killing intent. With a single step, his body transformed into golden light, and sharp sword energy surged forth to kill.

Buzz

However, as soon as he took that step, a sudden killing intent emerged from behind him. The blade light that had blocked his sword energy reappeared, now radiating rolling flames.

He quickly turned around, his sharp sword energy blocking the swift blade.

But the blade was too fast—so fast that he could only catch a faint trace of it.

Clang

By the narrowest of margins, his long sword clashed against the blade’s edge. The long blade flipped and spun, weaving through the air.

“A rather peculiar blade control technique. Hand it over later, and I’ll let you keep your limbs intact.”

Wang Peng snorted coldly, raising his left hand into a sword finger. Sword energy shot out, splitting into countless strands that enveloped the long blade.

“What a pity.”

Jiang Changkong sighed softly. A single blade strike should have been enough to kill him, but unfortunately, the weapon’s quality was too poor.

It couldn’t withstand too much of his power, causing even the fleeting blade strike to leave a faint trace.

If he had a fourth-tier blade, this guy would already be a corpse.

As the sword energy blocked the long blade, Wang Peng moved with incredible speed, his figure seemingly splitting into four.

“Impressive movement technique.”

Jiang Changkong praised, about to make his move when a strange feeling suddenly surged within him. It was as if he could hear the trajectory of the sword.

It was aiming for his abdomen.

Suspicious, Jiang Changkong neither dodged nor evaded, relying on his Mystical Tai Chi Art for protection.

Buzz

The sword tip halted, stopping three inches away from his abdomen—exactly where it had intended to strike!

This feeling… the five senses!

Could the Indestructible Vajra Body possess such an ability?

“Die!”

Wang Peng shouted softly, channeling his sword energy with even greater force. The Taiji Diagram covering Jiang Changkong’s body cracked, on the verge of shattering.

“With such an opponent, it’s the perfect chance to test my ideas.”

Jiang Changkong’s mind raced. Using his Mystical Tai Chi Art to redirect the force, he unleashed a torrent of powerful Star Power and activated the Spirit Control Art.

“How is this possible?”

Wang Peng’s expression changed. The surging Star Power sword energy was none other than his own.

If it had merely been deflected, he wouldn’t have found it strange. But now, this sword energy was turning against him!

Although some of the sword energy had already been deflected and dissipated, this scene was bizarre enough.

Cosmic Reversal!

It really works!

Jiang Changkong understood clearly. Upgrading his martial arts to the intermediate stage wasn’t as simple as an ordinary upgrade.

There were many additional traits. The Indestructible Vajra Body enhanced his five senses, allowing him to anticipate his opponent’s moves.

The Mystical Tai Chi Art concealed his cultivation level and, when combined with the Spirit Control Art, could produce the effect of Cosmic Reversal.

Boom

Sword energy erupted violently, forcing Wang Peng to retreat repeatedly as he stared at Jiang Changkong with shock and suspicion.

“Time to end this.”

Having verified his ideas, all that remained was to finish off this guy.

Jiang Changkong raised his right palm, golden light blazing as golden flames ignited.

Golden flames erupted beneath his feet. With a single step, countless afterimages appeared.

Vajra Treading Flames!

“Die!”

The killing move arrived in an instant. Wang Peng’s expression turned grave as he unleashed his sword technique once more, golden light shining brilliantly, sharp and unstoppable.

A palm descended, golden flames blazing as the Taiji manifested.

Upon contact, the Taiji redirected the force, combined with the Spirit Control Art.

Cosmic Reversal!

Boom

His own sword energy, his opponent’s palm force, and the flames instantly engulfed Wang Peng.

Splat

Blood gushed wildly as Wang Peng was sent flying.

Thud

He crashed heavily to the ground, the earth cracking and fissures spreading everywhere.

“A small city? A remote borderland?”

Jiang Changkong stepped forward slowly, golden flames blazing fiercely on his body. “Today, you will die with regret in this desolate land.”

He had already overheard those words earlier—his five senses had become terrifyingly enhanced!

His right palm rose again, golden flames converging into a Taiji Diagram, pressing down to suppress and kill.

“Stop! You can’t kill me. If I die, the Martial Arts Association will never let you go, and the Federation will come after you too.”

Wang Peng’s face paled drastically, his eyes filled with terror as he shouted urgently.

“Little Changkong, cripple him, don’t kill him,” Ji Ziling quickly reminded.

“Ji Ziling, you… Agh!”

Wang Peng had just opened his mouth when blood gushed out. A sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen as a torrent of powerful Star Power poured out from within his body.

“Just crippled him? That’s too lenient.”

Jiang Changkong said calmly.

“After all, he’s from the Martial Arts Association. Just like how he treated us before—daring to cripple but not to kill.”

Ji Ziling explained, “If you want his life, aside from Federation law, only the Martial Arts Association president has the authority.”

Jiang Changkong asked in surprise, “The Martial Arts Association president has the power to decide life and death?”

“Yes. Just slap on a charge, report it to the higher-ups, and execute him on the spot,” Fang Lin chimed in.

Jiang Changkong nodded, suddenly realizing that this president held immense power.

He could kill whoever he wanted, no questions asked.

If I became the president, could I kill anyone I wanted too?

“Little Changkong, how did you become so strong?” Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.

“Because I’m a genius. I just stepped into the Star Gate realm.”

Jiang Changkong replied, then added after a pause, “So, what will you do with this guy?”

“Leave him here. He can figure out how to get someone to take him away. If he dies, it has nothing to do with us.”

Ji Ziling said.

Jiang Changkong nodded and was about to speak when Yang Chengan walked over, searched Wang Peng’s body, and pulled out a jade pendant.

Tossing the pendant to Jiang Changkong, Yang Chengan said, “This is Spatial Equipment. It contains the good stuff he collected.”

Jiang Changkong didn’t hesitate and accepted the pendant. “I plan to return to the city to claim the reward.”

“We’ll go back too. The school people left long ago, and we’re tired of staying here,” Ji Ziling said.

“Can you walk now?” Jiang Changkong looked at them—their injuries were severe.

“No problem. After taking the medicine and resting for half an hour, we’ll be fine.”

Pang Yun was the first to reply, “Big brother, so you’re Jiang Changkong. I finally know your name.”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

“What exactly happened between you two?” Ji Ziling asked curiously.

“Recover quickly. We’ll talk on the way.”

Jiang Changkong said calmly, sheathing his long blade.

The group began to recover, while Wang Peng curled up, not daring to utter another word.

Half an hour later, their injuries stabilized, and Jiang Changkong led them away.

Wang Peng tried to follow but was flung back by a burst of Star Power from Jiang Changkong. “If you dare follow again, I’ll break your dog legs.”

“Jiang Changkong, I’ll be waiting for you at the Provincial Martial Arts Association. That will be your death day.”

Wang Peng glared at him with hatred, letting out a shrill roar.

“A mere ant—do I care?”

Jiang Changkong sneered and led the others away.

The group gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving Wang Peng alone in the desolation. Inside and outside the walls, there was no one left—only him.

No food, no water. If no one came to rescue him, he would surely die.

Wang Peng reached into his pocket, preparing to take out his phone.

A blade of withered grass flew silently, swift as lightning, grazing across the throat.

The throat remained unharmed, but golden flames erupted from within, consuming the body.

Hmm, an ant, and yet I still care.

Jiang Changkong thought to himself. Though the person was already crippled, their connections remained intact.

They could still cause trouble in the future, and he despised trouble.

The group had already moved far ahead, unaware of the golden flames burning behind them.

Along the way, Ji Ziling kept pressing him about what had happened between him and Pang Yun.

Especially with that tone of hers—Jiang Changkong strongly suspected this comrade was thinking of something improper.

Before he could explain, Pang Yun spilled everything: what had happened over the past few days, how Jiang Changkong had guided him.

What seemed like unpaid labor had turned into a trial, and stepping into the Star Sea Peak was the best proof.

Jiang Changkong also inquired about the Martial Arts Association—one president, two vice presidents.

The rest were ordinary members. The Federation would assign tasks, and if members completed them, the president could take a commission.

For some favorable tasks, the president would be notified in advance and could take them on personally if interested.

Thus, Jiang Changkong voiced the thought in his mind: “How does one become president?”

The six of them: “…”

We wanted to invite you to join the association, and you’re aiming to be president?