Volume Two: Travels in Qi Chapter 139: Martial Arts Fusion

Fortunately, although Zhang Heng was fast, his spiritual energy was only at the third level of the Qi Sea Realm. His attack power was truly pathetic, incapable of inflicting any real damage.

"Kid, you’re too weak. You can’t even break through my defensive spiritual energy. What are you going to use to win?" Wu Ba laughed loudly as he charged toward Zhang Heng.

It was true—one couldn't afford to underestimate these people who were recognized as geniuses.

Just as Zhang Heng stood stunned, Wu Ba appeared right before him. Fortunately, Zhang Heng practiced the supreme speed technique of the world. Although it was a simplified version, when it came to speed, Zhang Heng had it perfectly under control.

"Minor Aurora Phantom!" Zhang Heng whispered, then flashed out of Wu Ba’s attack range.

"You silly boy, come and hit me!" Zhang Heng taunted, gesturing with his finger, his face full of provocation.

"Brat, you like to run, don't you?"

Seeing that Zhang Heng was exceptionally fast and impossible to catch, Wu Ba simply stopped and said coldly.

In the distance, Zhang Heng felt a start. He sensed Wu Ba’s aura rising frantically. *He actually dares to look down on me and was hiding his strength?*

Wu Ba’s spatial ring flashed, and a spear shimmering with cold light appeared in his hand. Gripping the weapon, Wu Ba looked imposing.

"Kid, I don't have time to play with you anymore. Let’s end this."

As he spoke, Wu Ba recited a mantra silently and threw the spear into the air. In an instant, the spear divided into two, then four. Before long, it had multiplied into dozens, all hovering horizontally in the air, their tips pointed at Zhang Heng, radiating a piercing, lethal aura.

The audience below cheered in excitement. Since the true geniuses had been ending their matches in a single strike, this bout between Zhang Heng and Wu Ba was the most intense and captivating of the day.

"Going all out, are you?" Zhang Heng smiled contemptuously. "If you want to play, I’ll play with you to the end."

Zhang Heng stopped dodging. He stared coldly at Wu Ba and silently mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body. Suddenly, energy surged onto his hands—the left hand glowing cyan-blue, the right shimmering with a golden hue. It was an odd sight.

Zhang Heng slowly raised his hands. The audience was stunned.

*The cyan-blue energy... that must be the 'Spirit Gathering Finger' technique the kid has been using. And that golden one—could it be the 'Two-Sun Finger' newly developed by the Qi Emperor?*

"What? This kid is actually trying to use two martial arts techniques simultaneously!"

"Is he insane?"

No one had ever heard of a young cultivator who could divide their focus to execute two martial arts techniques at once. It was common knowledge that such techniques required total concentration. Otherwise, the spiritual energy would backfire, causing anything from damaged meridians to death on the spot. Furthermore, dispersing one's energy meant that even if one succeeded, the power would be far weaker than using a single technique.

Therefore, among the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the arena, no one could understand Zhang Heng’s actions—not even the geniuses, nor Wu Hong, nor the Qi Emperor, nor the grand figures of the various sects. They all believed that Zhang Heng would either be seriously injured or killed.

"What is this boy doing?" Wu Hong mused from the second-floor gallery. In his eyes, it should have been easy for Zhang Heng to win the Imperial City Tournament—a single strike would have sufficed. Why would he risk his life instead of using that move?

While the crowd remained in shock and uncertainty, Wu Ba’s attack was ready. Dozens of spears stood in the air, pointing menacingly at Zhang Heng. Yet, Zhang Heng continued his preparations.

To the other geniuses, this appeared incredibly foolish. They smiled with disdain; Zhang Heng was merely a minor character, incomparable to them.

Though he looked calm to the onlookers, Zhang Heng was actually panicking. *System, I’m putting my faith in you—don't fail me now!*

Simultaneously channeling two techniques with different attributes, Zhang Heng felt his internal energy split into two warring streams. His body felt as if it were being torn apart, and he felt he was reaching his limit. Cold sweat poured down his face, his legs trembled, and his breathing grew heavy. He felt that if he continued, the energy would surely explode within him.

*Forget it, whatever happens, happens. System, if I die because of this, I’ll haunt you as a ghost!* Zhang Heng let out a low roar. *If you fear neither life nor death, you just have to fight!*

Wu Ba’s attack surged toward him. He had already envisioned Zhang Heng dying under his barrage and laughed triumphantly. "Kid, it’s over."

Zhang Heng didn't stop. The arrow had left the bow; he had no choice but to push forward.

Forcing his spiritual energy upward, Zhang Heng pointed his hands forward. Instantly, two different types of energy erupted from his fingertips.

*It worked!* Zhang Heng smiled. As long as the energy didn't explode inside him, he didn't care about the power of the techniques.

The crowd was stunned. It was unbelievable. In their view, to use two techniques at once, one either needed to be a high-level cultivator using low-level skills, or possess an monstrous, unparalleled talent for understanding martial arts. Clearly, Zhang Heng was the latter.

Though they had mocked his stupidity, they had to admit that his talent for martial arts was terrifying.

"Spirit-Sun Finger, go!"

As he spoke, to the astonishment of everyone, the two types of energy—each with completely different attributes—began to merge in mid-air, forming a golden stream laced with cyan-blue. It surged with immense momentum, carrying a rolling wave of force.

This sight shattered everyone’s worldview. No one had ever heard of martial arts techniques being able to fuse. Everyone knew they could be stacked, but this was a true, organic fusion.

"Kid, these tricks are useless! They won't change your fate," Wu Ba shouted coldly. He believed Zhang Heng was just putting on a show. Forcing two different attributes to merge would only cause them to cancel each other out—it looked impressive, but it was hollow.

Reality soon gave him his answer. Their attacks collided.

Suddenly, Wu Ba froze. A massive wave of energy surged toward him. He scrambled to channel all his strength to block it, but it was futile. He was swept away by the overwhelming force and blasted right out of the arena.

Lying on the ground of the training field, Wu Ba was bewildered. "I... I actually lost?"

Zhang Heng’s fused technique had pierced through his barrage and defeated him in one blow. The entire audience was stunned. They had expected Zhang Heng to die a miserable death, not for Wu Ba to be the one falling.

For a long moment, no one could react. Only after a delay did a thunderous roar of cheers erupt.

*Martial arts fusion? Was it really martial arts fusion?*

Even the experts of the Heaven Origin Realm, with centuries of experience, couldn't help but marvel. This young cultivator at the third level of the Qi Sea Realm had truly created a miracle.