On the arena.
When enemies met, their eyes were red with animosity, and the atmosphere was already quite tense.
Ke Mo’s toes dug into the ground when he heard those familiar voices cheering him on; even Wang Hao’s predatory gaze couldn’t distract him anymore.
Please stop reciting.
“Let me see what you’re made of, Senior Apprentice Brother Ke.”
Wang Hao’s internal breath surged as his qi locked onto Ke Mo across from him.
The moment Qian Bufan said ‘begin,’ he launched himself at Ke Mo like an arrow released from a bow.
His fists emitted a faint black glow, clearly indicating he wore specially crafted gloves.
With one punch, the wind roared like the roar of tigers and leopards, and the sound of swirling internal breaths echoed like thunder.
Many within the Qingyuan Sect recognized this move.
It was Floating Pagoda’s signature superior martial art, Tiger-Leopard Thunderclap Fist.
“Perfect timing.”
Excitement welled up inside Ke Mo.
In truth, this was his first proper fight against someone else. The last time he fought Cui Peng, it was with a severely wounded opponent who didn’t last long.
He didn’t draw his sword.
With a tremor through his bones, the qi and bl**d of thirty meridians surged, his waist twisting as he threw a direct punch forward.
Wang Hao was momentarily stunned, then a sinister smile spread across his lips.
Seems like he’s relying on his reputation and doesn’t want to use the Crimson Sky Sword?
Originally, he was worried that his gloves wouldn’t withstand the sharpness of a mystical weapon.
Ke Mo’s move played right into his hands.
Facing an enemy of higher realm, not using all his strength immediately and being overly concerned about saving face.
Today, he would make the other party experience true cruelty…
Could he really do it?
“Ah? A bl**d Qi realm fighting an Internal Breath realm without drawing weapons?”
“Not only no weapons, but it seems he hasn’t used any martial arts either.”
“True Disciple Ling has a foundation in body tempering. I often see him at the Divine Edge Cave, so maybe he has some hidden strength?”
“Even if body tempering reaches the peak of bl**d Qi realm, it can’t be that exaggerated. Otherwise, everyone would just temper their bodies.”
“But isn’t his swordsmanship prowess great?”
…
A bl**d Qi realm not using weapons, engaging in a bare-knuckle brawl with an Internal Breath realm who has drawn weapons.
This is confusing for anyone watching.
However… In an instant, their fists collided.
Clang—
Fists against gloves, producing a sound like a bell ringing.
Dust swirled out from the center of the collision.
A figure stumbled backward, leaving a series of deep pits on the ground.
When they realized the person retreating was Wang Hao, everyone stood there in shock.
It was Wang Hao!
His face pale, a forced smile frozen on his lips.
Just now, the arm he had just clashed with was trembling uncontrollably.
He hadn’t tempered his body, yet that didn’t mean his physical constitution was poor. Even without internal breath, he was no weaker than ordinary beasts. Moreover, he had just used internal breath.
Why is Ling’s strength so immense?
Before he could finish his thought.
The figure of the young man opposite vanished.
Of course, it wasn’t a disappearance out of thin air.
Wind Shadow Step.
Wang Hao also activated his step technique.
But Ling’s figure was like a gust of wind, sweeping over relentlessly.
What might Little Ling be thinking now?
Well… On the arena, intentional killing is not allowed. He’s wondering if it’s too harsh to knock the other person out.
Forget drawing a hammer.
Even if he draws his sword, the sharpness of the Crimson Sky Sword, combined with the intricate sword techniques honed between Ice Chunk and Jiang Chulong, far surpasses what Wang Hao can endure.
Also…
He wants to test the limits of this body that can’t break through the Internal Breath realm, even with advanced techniques.
In an instant.
Ling appeared in front of Wang Hao.
They exchanged a glance.
Gazing into those fiery eyes, Wang Hao felt a chill down his spine, swallowing hard.
Then, a sense of shame and anger rose in his heart.
In the history of the Nine Peaks Martial Arts Assembly,
no Internal Breath Jade Liquid realm practitioner has ever been so humiliated before a bl**d Qi realm.
He was angry, but it served no purpose.
Pain shot through his waist, momentarily clouding his thoughts.
“Internal armor?”
“So you’re quite resilient, huh.”
—
Ling frowned.
When he punched just now, it didn’t feel like hitting a body.
“Wait…”
Wang Hao sensed something ominous, his words left unfinished.
“Ling True Disciple has been close to Wang Hao?”
“No, it’s Wang Hao who has been cornered by Ling True Disciple!”
Again, the Tiger-Leopard Thunderclap Fist collided with a regular punch.
Snap—
The glove dented inward.
Taking advantage of the opponent’s shaken state, Ling struck with an elbow, hitting the other’s chest.
Six Combinations Fist flowed seamlessly.
Fists, elbows, knee strikes…
Bang bang bang—
Wearing internal armor, Wang Hao was beaten mercilessly on the arena, the condensed liquid internal breath having no place to exert itself and only serving to protect vital areas.
He had tried to counterattack.
But… it was futile!
“Wait… wait…”
Bang bang bang—
“I… I concede…”
Bang bang bang bang!
The stone floor was now spider-webbed with cracks.
Instead of a high-level duel, it looked more like a street brawl.
And an overwhelming one at that.
The scene was extremely brutal.
“Gulp… Holy cow…”
“This Ling True Disciple… Is he human?”
“Thank goodness he advised me not to defecate anywhere last time. I agreed. Otherwise, I might have lost control of my bladder right now…”
“Ling True Disciple looks gentle and refined, like a scholarly gentleman, but why is he so terrifying when he fights?”
“Don’t forget who his master is…”
…
Many eyes couldn’t bear to look at the arena anymore.
Especially when they saw Wang Hao trying to crawl off the arena to concede defeat, only to have his ankle grabbed and dragged back by a hand, leaving ten scratch marks on the ground. Everyone couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat.
Too brutal.
Those with family rushed to cover their children’s eyes.
“Whew, glad I didn’t fight with Brother Ke…”
Xiao Qin sighed deeply.
Objectively speaking, Wang Hao was currently stronger than him. If he faced the other party without his master’s help, he would have no chance.
“Master, is this what you meant by the strong foundation of a bl**d Qi realm compared to ordinary people?”
“Was your bl**d Qi realm back then as strong as this?”
Old Xiao, who hadn’t seen much, asked.
“Well… more or less.”
Qianxing Wuzun’s voice was somewhat wavering.
“Why does your voice sound so weak, Master?”
Xiao Qin was puzzled. After using the Yin Nourishing Soulwood, wasn’t his master’s condition much better?
“Cough, cough, oh, this little friend Ke is beyond my expectations.”
“And the effects of the soulwood don’t show that quickly.”
Qianxing Wuzun’s old voice still hadn’t recovered its former depth and mystery.
He was also bewildered.
How many meridians does this kid have?
Did he misjudge?
“What a life…”
Lin Jiang swallowed hard, his palms sweating profusely, rubbing them on his clothes.
Though Ling’s fists didn’t land on him, just imagining it sent chills down his spine.
“Mm-hmm!”
Murong Xiao nodded vigorously.
How quick his reaction was back then! Now, looking back, it was the wisest decision of his life.
At this point, the gazes of those around them were filled with admiration and praise, no longer any doubt.
They weren’t faking the match.
This is called foresight!
On the high platform.
Shang Wu waved her fists, her almond eyes sparkling with joy. Her precious disciple indeed lived up to her expectations.
She suddenly stood up, her gaze sweeping over the many stunned elders.
She gathered her breath in her dantian:
“Blackie, speak!”
