Chapter 58 Sustaining the Old Technique Alone

That year, I kicked a Grandmaster to death on the Pamir Plateau! Wang Xuan thought that if he had successfully retired now, he could write his memoirs like this. 

Unfortunately, that was completely unrealistic. At this moment, under everyone's gaze, a young man in his twenties had just kicked Xia Qing to death—it was impossible not to attract attention! 

Yet, this brought him immense pressure because he was acutely aware of what this meant. Undoubtedly, all eyes were on him now. Not only from the two factions, but even those in the battleships above would likely be shocked.

Indeed, the crowd was captivated, with people on the ground and in the sky staring in disbelief, their faces filled with astonishment. How old was he? So young, yet he had just killed a heavily injured Xia Qing with a single kick. It was absurd!

"Who says the Old Technique is finished? Where did this kid come from? He's fierce!" An elder from a distant super battleship remarked as he watched the big screen.

Of course, he was surrounded by real masters; a middle-aged man responded, "Let's wait and see. Maybe Xia Qing couldn't hold on any longer."

On the super battleship of the Old Land's authorities, a calm aide sat silently, focusing on the screen showing Old Chen and then Wang Xuan, saying nothing.

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The practitioners of the Old Technique on-site were deeply shocked. As insiders, they understood just how terrifying a Grandmaster was; even if severely injured, it would be easy for them to kill those on the path of the Old Technique!

Wu Yin was astonished. What level of mastery did Little Wang possess to take down a Grandmaster at such a critical moment? 

Wu Chenglin stared at Wang Xuan; they needed a strong expert from the Old Technique to cooperate deeply with the exploration organization. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?

Qingmu realized that Little Wang's kick had made quite an impact!

Being the center of attention was not what Wang Xuan desired. He remained calm and clear-headed. That decisive kill attracted admiration and astonishment, but it also meant he would be scrutinized closely, even under a magnifying glass.

This contradicted his original intention; he wanted to keep a low profile and avoid stepping into the limelight. 

Once he drew attention, various uncertainties and dangers would arise.

Wang Xuan was the first to rush over and support Old Chen. He was genuinely worried; his old colleague was in terrible shape, breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and his body burning with fever.

"Master!" Qingmu was on the verge of tears, supporting Old Chen with his other arm.

"Don't worry. I won't die just yet; I can hold on until we leave," Old Chen said in a low voice, still cold beneath his silver mask.

He signaled to Qingmu not to panic and not to lose composure here. They could discuss everything once they truly left.

A group of people rushed over, surrounding Old Chen.

"Old Chen, are you okay?" Wu Chenglin asked.

"I'm fine," Old Chen replied calmly.

The more he said this, the heavier Wang Xuan's heart felt; Old Chen's condition was dire. 

Everyone was expressing their concerns, but they were unaware of the underlying issues. Seeing Old Chen's breathing gradually stabilize, they assumed everything was alright and breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

"Young man, impressive!" An Old Technique master remarked, looking at Wang Xuan with admiration after relaxing.

Though today Old Chen had showcased extraordinary abilities, cutting through the New Technique faction and defeating three Grandmasters, killing two personally—a spectacular display! 

However, this young man would also surely attract attention. Even though Xia Qing was at a disadvantage, her death would still stir ripples.

"Young man, not very old, yet so powerful. Quite remarkable," Old Wu commented, smiling gently.

Wang Xuan scoffed inwardly; not long ago, Old Wu had brought up Old Wang's name inappropriately, and now he was praising him as a remarkable young man?

He remained composed, quickly "clarifying," "It was purely accidental. By the time I charged in, she was already exhausted. Grandmaster Xia Qing actually died at Old Chen's hands."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chenglin laughed, admiring him even more. He thought this young man was astutely aware of his situation, not letting the glory cloud his judgment—it was self-preservation.

Wu Yin smiled and nodded at him.

Wang Xuan was puzzled; what was Old Wu's deal? With his arms crossed, he was sideways facing him. It was the same stance, but she had such a well-defined figure that it drew attention.

Mainly because Wu Yin, having witnessed Xia Qing being kicked, empathized as a woman; seeing it made her feel pain, and she subconsciously crossed her arms.

She thought to herself that Little Wang was indeed ruthless, even downright fierce. Unconsciously, she felt a bit offended. 

Simultaneously, she recalled another person who had kicked her into a lake; just the thought made her grit her teeth.

Were all young practitioners of the Old Technique fond of using their feet instead of hands? She dismissed the thought; after all, this young Wang was far superior to that Wang Xuan!

"We need to go!" Qingmu said, anxious about Old Chen and eager to get him to treatment; the spaceship had the most advanced medical equipment and professionals.

Wang Xuan personally supported Old Chen, vigilantly watching the surroundings. At that moment, his pupils constricted—those from the New Technique faction were indeed restless!

A group was slowly advancing, clearly eyeing Old Chen's poor condition, eager to take action!

They weren't just any rash young people, but middle-aged figures whose eyes were filled with cold malice, showing clear hostility toward the Old Technique faction.

They understood that the outcome of today's battle meant something significant: Old Chen had single-handedly sustained the Old Technique!

Before this, the New Technique had risen with great momentum, establishing contacts and discussions with various factions, even cutting off the Old Technique's resources.

All of this was built on the foundation of the New Technique having produced several Grandmasters, capable of extending the lifespans of the wealthy, while contrasting it with the Old Technique, asserting that the latter was utterly obsolete. Once Old Chen died, this path would be lost.

But today, Old Chen single-handedly broke through the New Technique faction, cleaving through mechas, defeating three Grandmasters, and decisively killing two. It was nothing short of divine! At this point, who would still dare say the Old Technique is ineffective?!**

The three Grandmasters had personally gone to persuade the wealthy and hinted to various organizations that they needed to tilt resources further. Now, all three had been taken down by Old Chen alone. This was a significant blow to the New Technique!

Especially in the final moments, that inexplicable young man who jumped in and kicked Grandmaster Xia Qing to death indirectly proved that the Old Technique had successors.

This left those in the New Technique faction outraged, restless, and furious, feeling as if they had been knocked from a vibrant rainbow down into the dust.

They all understood that after today's battle, the Old Technique had survived! The major financial groups and organizations would surely continue to channel resources toward them.

Those slowly approaching were clearly connected to the three Grandmasters; otherwise, they wouldn't harbor such animosity.

Now, they all saw that Old Chen was in an extremely serious state; he hadn't even pursued Xia Qing, clearly unable to take action.

"Kill!" 

A leader from the New Technique faction shouted, unable to contain his anger as he charged forward, a throng of people following behind him. 

In their eyes, besides Old Chen, everyone else in the Old Technique faction was insignificant, nowhere near the level of the New Technique!

The leading figures were either friends or disciples of the three Grandmasters, and they intended to seize the moment to team up and rush in to kill Old Chen, avenging Mo Hai, Xia Qing, and Chen Kai.

Wang Xuan quickly positioned himself at the front. There was nothing left to say; he couldn't keep a low profile any longer. Since these people were going insane, he could only fight to the end!

"Stand back!" Old Chen whispered, urging Qingmu to release his grip. Then he stepped out, gripping his bloodied black sword.

The opposing group froze for a moment, their steps slowing as dread settled in. Old Chen's performance today had been extraordinary—he appeared like a god of death, sending chills through everyone's hearts.

Wang Xuan was also taken aback, watching Old Chen step forward. He felt a twinge of doubt: was his old colleague intentionally waiting for the enemy to act?

Having spent time together, Wang Xuan had grown wary of Old Chen's frequent tactics, finding it hard to discern his true intentions.

As Old Chen passed by him, he whispered almost inaudibly, "I'm done for. Let me take out their top masters first, and then… you deal with the rest!"

After saying that, he leaped forward over ten meters, moving with incredible speed, plunging directly into the crowd!

Despite his deteriorating condition, Old Chen was unstoppable, like a tiger among sheep. No one could withstand him. The sword light surged, and heads rolled as he cut down numerous masters, leaving a path of carnage in his wake!

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuan had no choice but to act. He couldn't stand by and watch Old Chen's condition deteriorate; he was stirred to action, fighting alongside him!

Behind them, a group of Old Technique practitioners shouted and charged forward, their hearts aching at Old Chen's performance.

At this moment, Old Chen remained in an invincible state, his sword flashing like a rainbow. With every strike, a master from the New Technique fell, yet blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose, his chest heaving alarmingly!

Many began to realize that Old Chen would likely perish here today; his injuries were beyond saving. He was giving his all to take down powerful foes!

Tears welled in the eyes of many from the Old Technique faction; they felt helpless, watching Old Chen push forward alone to this extent. They were all doing their utmost to fight alongside him.

To many, Old Chen was shining brightly, radiant like the sword in his hand, invincible in this battlefield.

However, this was likely his final brilliance. During his intense battles with the three Grandmasters, he hadn't coughed up blood, yet now his clothes were stained red, blood pouring from his mouth and nose.

"Old Chen, retreat! Don't fight any longer!" Wang Xuan shouted, unable to restrain himself any longer. His nose stung with emotion as he pushed his potential to the limit, recklessly activating the body techniques recorded in the five-page golden book!

"Kill!" Old Chen shouted one last time, sweeping his sword, severing heads as he nearly wiped out the masters facing him. Breathing heavily, he declared, "If this were ancient times, before the Old Technique's path was severed, I would have become a founder, on the brink of ascension! What are you to me?!"

Standing firm with his sword, Old Chen radiated light, his voice reverberating through the mountains. He carried a sense of loneliness mixed with suppressed heroism, lamenting that he had been born in the wrong era.