"You have a good eye."
Zhao Yuan didn't deny it, because he had also sensed the man's cultivation level.
This man had also reached the Marrow Cleansing Realm!
The burly man gasped in shock. "How old are you? Twenty? Nineteen? You've already stepped into the Marrow Cleansing Realm? Did you start your martial arts training in the womb?"
The burly man was a peer of Zhao Dezhu nad Zhao Dekui. Since childhood, he had little interest in studying dicine, instead showing great talent for martial arts.
He began training as early as he could rember, and the clan spared no expense, constantly supplying him with all sorts of dicines to invigorate his blood, replenish his Qi, and strengthen his tendons and bones. Even with all that, he was thirty-five before he stepped into the Marrow Cleansing Realm! For a Martial Artist, this was already considered very fast, and he had always taken pride in it, believing himself to be a martial arts genius.
But now, seeing Zhao Yuan, his pride collapsed in an instant.
After hearing Zhao Dekui's words, the surrounding Jinling Zhao Clan mbers were also dumbfounded.
'A Marrow Cleansing Realm master this young? How in the world did he manage his Cultivation?'
Fortunately, they didn't know that it had only taken Zhao Yuan a month or two to go from starting his real Cultivation to stepping into the Marrow Cleansing Realm. If they had, a good number of them would have died of shock on the spot!
"No wonder they lost to you. There's no sha in losing to a Marrow Cleansing Realm master." Zhao Dekui nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'm not a doctor, so this dical competition has nothing to do with . But now that it's co to blows, I can't just stand by and let you bully my clan mbers!"
Wu Yan sneered. "Great, another one to twist the truth. I have to ask, is spouting nonsense a family tradition for you Jinling Zhao Family people? Your n clearly attacked first and even tried to gang up on Zhao Yuan. They weren't good enough and got knocked down, and now you have the nerve to claim Zhao Yuan was bullying them? Tsk, tsk. I'm amazed you can even say that with a straight face!"
Many in the crowd agreed, joining him in condemning Zhao Dekui and the Jinling Zhao Family.
The Jinling Zhao Family's recent actions had been utterly shaless, angering everyone present.
This was especially true for Li Heping and the other renowned doctors. When the Jinling Zhao Family's Martial Artists had rushed out to surround Zhao Yuan, they had been standing nearby and were almost caught in the crossfire. As a result, their accusations were the most vehent.
Zhao Yuan waved his hand, silencing the crowd. Then he beckoned to Zhao Dekui with a single finger. "If you want to fight, then co on. Why waste ti with pointless talk?"
Zhao Dekui didn't hold back. With a roar of "Watch out!" he stomped his feet hard against the ground and charged toward Zhao Yuan like a giant, speeding elephant.
He had watched the previous fight closely, and Zhao Yuan's strength had left a deep impression on him. Thus, he started with an aggressive stance, wanting to personally test the limits of Zhao Yuan's power!
"Good!"
Zhao Yuan, for his part, wanted to use this fight to see just how strong his own fist and leg techniques had beco. So instead of using a Shrinking Earth Talisman, he t the charge with the Jade Ring Step and Mandarin Duck Leg!
"BANG!"
Zhao Yuan's leg and Zhao Dekui's fist collided violently, producing a heart-stopping thud.
"HISS!" Zhao Dekui felt a sharp pain shoot up from his fist. The bone wasn't broken, but the intense pain caused his ferocious assault to falter for a mont.
Zhao Yuan's leg hurt too, but his pain tolerance had been honed to an incredible degree while practicing the Four Saints Technique and the Marrow Washing Technique. The intense pain didn't affect his performance in the slightest. Instead, he seized his opponent's opening and imdiately unleashed the Jade Ring Step and Mandarin Duck Leg, launching a relentless barrage of kicks like a sudden storm.
"Damn it!"
One mistake, and he was completely suppressed. Zhao Dekui was instantly on the defensive, scrambling to fend off the blows with no way to counterattack.
But he didn't panic, calmly searching for an opening.
Finally, he found his chance.
After Zhao Yuan had kicked more than a dozen tis in a row with his right leg, its montum began to fade. Just as he was about to retract it and switch legs, Zhao Dekui launched his counterattack.
This ti, he didn't use the hard, aggressive Eight Trigrams Palm from before, switching instead to the soft, yielding Cotton Needle Palm. This Palm Technique could use softness to overco strength, and its strikes were like needles hidden in cotton—deceptively gentle but with a hidden killing intent, making it the perfect counter for aggressive Martial Arts.
Zhao Dekui's palm slapped against Zhao Yuan's calf, releasing a Hidden Force that struck the Xuanzhong and Yang Fu acupoints. Zhao Yuan imdiately felt as if his foot had been pricked by needles. It was not just a piercing pain; a strong, numbing tingle spread through the area, making it impossible for him to put any strength into his leg.
Zhao Dekui's Cotton Needle Palm actually had the effect of striking acupoints!
Seeing his attack land, Zhao Dekui was overjoyed. He was about to press his advantage when a burst of Qi suddenly erupted from Zhao Yuan's Xuanzhong and Yang Fu acupoints. It not only instantly scattered his own yielding Hidden Force but also surged directly into his body.
Zhao Dekui felt as if he'd been struck by an elephant. Excruciating pain blossod in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Ignoring his own injuries, he stared at Zhao Yuan in utter shock and cried out, "That's Qi! You've actually cultivated Qi? Don't tell you're not in the Marrow Cleansing Realm... have you already reached the Qi Listening Realm?"
It was the consensus among Martial Artists that only by reaching the Qi Listening Realm could one sense and cultivate Qi. What Zhao Dekui didn't know, however, was that in this world, besides the Martial Dao, other Cultivation Techniques existed—Techniques that could absorb Wish Power into the body, transform it into Qi, and aid one's Cultivation!
Taking advantage of the mont Zhao Dekui was injured and stunned, Zhao Yuan launched his own counterattack.
This ti, he didn't use the Jade Ring Step and Mandarin Duck Leg, switching instead to a striking technique.
Zhao Dekui froze, stunned, because he found the technique Zhao Yuan was using looked incredibly familiar.
'Is that the Eight Trigrams Palm I just used?'
Zhao Yuan's Eight Trigrams Palm looked a bit unpracticed, as if he had only just learned it. And yet, the way he channeled his power was perfectly correct! It was even more profound than the version he himself had studied!
"BANG!"
The Eight Trigrams Palm struck Zhao Dekui squarely in the chest, instantly breaking several of his ribs.
But Zhao Yuan's assault wasn't over. His attack suddenly shifted from hard and aggressive to soft and yielding as he executed the Cotton Needle Palm!
The Eight Trigrams Palm was one thing—many people knew that technique. But the Cotton Needle Palm was known only to the Martial Artists of the Jinling Zhao Family; it was their exclusive, secret art!
Zhao Dekui cried out, "How do you know the Cotton Needle Palm? Where did you learn it?"
"I learned it from you just now," Zhao Yuan said, telling the simple truth.
The mont Zhao Dekui had used the Eight Trigrams Palm and Cotton Needle Palm, detailed instructions on how to practice and apply both Palm Techniques had appeared in the Martial Skill section of his Information Leaf. Zhao Yuan was now clearly using Zhao Dekui as a training partner!
Having just taken a hard blow from the Eight Trigrams Palm, he was now being pressed on the chest by the yielding Cotton Needle Palm. A Hidden Force, sharp as a needle, stabbed into his Chest Acupoint.
Zhao Dekui felt his chest tighten and his vision go black. His consciousness faded, and he crumpled to the ground.
Seeing that Zhao Dekui, their clan's number one expert and the man in whom they had placed such high hopes, had also fallen at Zhao Yuan's hands, the Jinling Zhao Family clan mbers were gripped by a fear beyond words.
It was at this exact mont that Zhao Yuan turned to face them, his voice an icy challenge. "Who else?"
THUD.
Unable to withstand the pressure, one of the Jinling Zhao Clan mbers' knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.
The kneeling seed to be contagious. Once the first one fell, a second and a third imdiately followed...
In just a few short seconds, a huge swath of the Jinling Zhao Clan mbers were kneeling on the ground.
In the end, even Zhao Dezhu couldn't take the pressure. Trembling, he knelt on the ground and bowed his head to Zhao Yuan in apology.
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