Zeng Xiaoke suddenly shook his chest drum. The poison mist swayed, and the insect eggs gradually stirred, causing the poison moths to carry the poison gas, spreading throughout the arena. There was no way out for Li Xian, and the surrounding disciples were also affected.
Nangong Liuli frowned anxiously, so anxious that she wanted to stomp her feet. But the jade shoes concealed fine needle-like hairs, and walking would stimulate the Yongquan point, making it extrely itchy. If she were to stomp, it would pull the needles, causing her own pain. She could only slightly rub her toes, focusing intently on the changes in the arena.
Suddenly, she saw Li Xian spit blood mist again. Others assud he was driven to the end, making a last-ditch resistance, repeating his old tricks. Zeng Xiaoke sneered twice, pushing forward with palm force, and the poison mist surged toward him.
Li Xian raised his hand and shook his chest. The blood mist grew denser, almost blocking out the sky and sun. Shi Yufei, Ye Cheng, ng Han... and others were slightly stunned. They were amazed by Li Xian’s abundant blood vitality, shaking their heads slightly, as the poison mist suppressed the blood mist rely by volu, but to no avail.
The blood mist suddenly emitted heat, with a buzzing sound, igniting a blazing black fire. The fierce black fire swept through the poison mist, burning all the poisonous elents, and the insect eggs were imdiately incinerated. Zeng Xiaoke was utterly surprised, as the flas reached him, and he rolled miserably, scorched. He was imdiately defeated.
Ding Zelin, Wang Changjiang, Wolf Saber, Bao Zhixian... all gazed over. Extrely astonished, they secretly pondered how to respond and began to be wary and cautious of Li Xian.
Qi thought, "This kid has been winning continuously, and I’ve been vaguely paying attention. I couldn’t see how capable he was, but in this battle... he spits blood mist, turning it into blood fire. It’s truly amazing. If I encounter him in the future, I must beware of this strange skill!"
Li Xian, having shown his astonishing prowess, finds it hard to keep a low profile. Calm and composed, he hides his strength and bides his ti, showing his edge when drawn. Unperturbed by honor or disgrace, he cos and goes leisurely. Shi Yufei nodded silently, as this young man indeed suited his inclination.
Zeng Xiaoke’s skin was burnt, rolling on the ground, looking extrely miserable. Li Xian glanced coldly, utterly indifferent. ng Han said, "Why not help her to be treated?"
"Quickly... quickly apply my Qiongxiang Jade Dew Ointnt on her. Oh dear... what a perfect skin."
The two disciples beside him listened to the order. They carried Zeng Xiaoke down from the stage and began to treat her wounds.
Ye Cheng frowned and said, "Old ng, are you trying to pursue the Poison Flower Daoist? You are one to never act without benefit, why this eagerness to please?"
ng Han laughed, "I cherish talent. Oh dear, look... such a good kid, ending up like this, how pitiful."
He said to Shi Yufei, "Grand Envoy... I’ll leave my seat for a while to help look after the young one’s injuries."
Shi Yufei stroked his beard and said, "It’s rare for you to have this heart, go ahead."
...
Nangong Liuli exclaid happily, "This little rascal indeed held back. Great! He’s clearly not weak, deliberately hiding his strength earlier, making worry for nothing."
She began to feel hopeful.
At that point, it was midday. The sun hung high, hot and humid. The disciples watching sought shade under the trees to cool off, and the grand event of the competition was nearing its end.
The number of matches left could be counted on one hand, becoming more intense. Even Ding Zelin, Wolf Saber, Wang Changjiang, Bao Zhixian and others needed to exert effort and strategies to win.
Defeating strong opponents in succession. All the Flower Cage Sect disciples were abuzz, discussing topics about Li Xian. The three words "Flower No Mistakes" quickly spread throughout the Water Altar, as everyone knew the event had a new dark horse.
This round...
Li Xian faced off against Wolf Saber. Bao Zhixian, Wang Changjiang, Ding Zelin all watched intently. Wolf Saber, short in stature, looked at Li Xian seriously, secretly gathering his inner qi, cautiously on guard.
The two exchanged polite words initially. Then, they first tested each other with basic martial arts. The disciples of the Flower Cage Sect were not adept at single combat, but each was cunning as a fox. Wolf Saber used the Blowing Smoke Palm to attack, while Li Xian used Flying Snake Hand in response.
The Blowing Smoke Palm excelled in its elusive lightness. Wolf Saber saw Li Xian using "Flying Snake Hand" and was secretly pleased, purely based on martial arts characteristics, the Blowing Smoke Palm seed slightly superior to the Flying Snake Hand.
Li Xian mused, "Even with imnse power, it doesn’t need to be used hastily. I shall respond prudently and observe your moves." He executed three moves of "Soaring Serpent Leap".
Wolf Saber quickly retreated. The superiority of the Blowing Smoke Palm lay here, the palm technique was as elusive as smoke, capable of retreat and attack, being aggressive, or disappearing without a trace. Whereas the "Flying Snake Hand" was fierce and precise, tricky and aggressive... it heavily tested a martial artist’s timing control. When encountering a move like "Blowing Smoke Palm", unpredictable and mysterious, its shortcomings naturally beca evident.
Thus, they exchanged several moves. Wolf Saber took advantage of the Blowing Smoke Palm’s mystery, maneuvering to Li Xian’s left side, quickly releasing three palms, with the palm qi extrely deep, yet giving a misleading impression of "Blowing Smoke on the Face", not worth the defense.
Li Xian used the "Probing Clouds and Mist" technique from the "Vertical Cloud Hand". He deftly grasped Wolf Saber’s wrist, using slight force, and heard a "crack" sound. Wolf Saber cried out in pain.
He considered himself not weak in qi power, but felt Li Xian’s hands were like giant pincers cast from profound iron, containing imnse power. Although Wolf Saber was in the Martial Arts Second Realm, his bone quality was exceptionally tough.
This was why it wasn’t shattered. But his wrist bone was covered in cracks, the pain within was imaginable. Wolf Saber was eager to escape. Yet he felt his inner qi was far inferior, and his pure physical power was even worlds apart.
He secretly panicked, "In my Flower Cage Sect... where did such a monster co from? What’s with this terrifying strength?" Amidst his cries of pain, there was even a hint of wolf howling.
Li Xian suddenly released him. Wolf Saber imdiately darted away, the place where his wrist was held was blackened, heavily injured, and at the wrist guard, needle-like wolf hairs grew. This was the "Wolf Gang Skill".
This Wolf Gang Skill was a protective martial art, cultivating the "Chest Drum Thunder Sound" to resemble a wolf howl. This is where the inner qi condensed, akin to wolf hairs, could pierce out of the flesh, tightly protecting the body.
Li Xian was slightly late in releasing, and his palm was indeed pierced by the wolf hairs. He was both shocked and delighted, as the world is full of endless wonders, imnsely fascinating. His nature was inclined toward quirky hobbies, and each increase in knowledge brought great satisfaction.
Ding Zelin, Wang Changjiang, Bao Zhixian, the three of them, hearing the recent perilous battle, all felt a great sense of urgency, secretly hoping for Wolf Saber to win. Seeing Li Xian’s young and handso face, they suddenly felt a subtle sense of oppression.
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