The victor has been decided, Team Eight’s representative is out of the arena, Team Clay Monster wins.
"I understand now, Team Clay Monster relies on the clay in their waist pouches to make powerful bombs for attacking. During the process of creating the clay, they blend their Qi with it, and it’s the integration of Qi with the clay that brings about such power," Chang Wei said after observing the entire match.
Zhang Po nodded. He had naturally also seen through Team Clay Monster’s actions. At this mont, he was weighing the power of the clay bombs against his own physique, unsure if taking a direct hit from such an explosion would be problematic.
If Chang Wei knew what he was thinking, he would surely find the monster before him even more terrifying.
Xiao Zhentian stepped onto the stage and announced the result of the match: "First match of the fifth round, Team Six wins. Team Eight, please send out the next representative."
For other seeded teams, Team Clay Monster didn’t appear to showcase overly remarkable prowess, but their novel attack thod garnered cheer from the audience. To them, traditional kung fu techniques had beco dull, and occasionally watching such a novel fight was quite delightful.
All along, Xiao Yifei felt the terror of the earlier explosion, furrowed his brows, and after sensing the condition of Team Eight’s injured mbers, he saw they were unhard due to tily defense. He then relaxed and continued with his recovery.
"Forget it, forget it, all of you co at once, save us so ti," the representative from Team Clay Monster said impatiently on the stage. Against such opponents, he couldn’t muster much enthusiasm anyway and decided to let them attack together.
Team Eight, hearing such arrogance from their opponent on stage, imdiately got fired up, "Rember you said so, don’t bla us for ganging up on you later."
"Enough with the nonsense, co on, all four of you," said the Team Clay Monster representative casually, sitting down on the ground and putting his hands into his waist pouches to prepare.
After the battle between Poison Manor and the Long Hand Clan, the rules of the tournant were already shattered. Xiao Zhentian wasn’t keen on maintaining them any longer, and the request of Team Clay Monster’s representative coincided with his intentions, so he didn’t intervene and quietly waited for Team Eight’s mbers to step onto the stage.
Under the taunts of the clay monster representative, Team Eight sward onto the Martial Arts Arena, each adopting a stance of their clan’s cultivation technique, determined to take down this arrogant opponent.
Despite appearing arrogant, the representative from Team Clay Monster was actually cunning. As Team Eight’s mbers ascended the platform, he imdiately pulled out a large bird as tall as a person. This bird probably deserved to be called an eagle, its wingspan over five ters long, stopping people in their tracks.
"What on earth is that?" Team Eight’s captain, upon seeing such a gigantic creature after coming on stage, looked dazed, clearly startled by the massive bird.
"Don’t worry, I wouldn’t prepare such a large bomb, and anyway, mbers of the Xiao Family wouldn’t allow it, besides, you’re not even worthy," said the Team Clay Monster representative, then leaped up, onto the bird’s back. With a big wave, the bird flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
"Isn’t this against the rules?" Team Eight’s captain asked Xiao Zhentian on the side.
"As long as he doesn’t leave the arena’s boundary, it’s not out of bounds. If you can fly, go ahead," Xiao Zhentian replied impatiently, then announced the match’s start.
With Xiao Zhentian’s command, Team Clay Monster’s representative in the sky flipped his palm, and his hand was instantly filled with small bird bombs the size of the previous ones. Zhang Po, focusing intently, counted roughly twenty.
"Not good! Run!" Team Eight’s captain, with decent strength among his team, clearly saw the actions of their opponent above. Cursing inwardly, he mobilized his teammates to flee quickly. He knew that the explosion at this level wasn’t sothing they could withstand.
"Run! If you don’t, you’ll die!" Team Eight’s captain, seeing his teammates entirely focused on figuring out how to bring the large bird down from the sky, shouted hoarsely.
At this point, the team mbers began to panic, as they had never seen their captain so tense. The clearer-headed teammates also began to sense that sothing was off.
However, two mbers still gawked at the bird above like fools, "Hey, what’s the principle behind this thing? Just a couple of pinches of clay and it flies?"
But the representative from Team Clay Monster wasn’t about to let his opponents off so easily. With a wave of both hands, the small bird bombs in his hand rained down.
This ti, Team Eight’s mbers truly started to realize, but it was already too late.
Though the captain was strong, he couldn’t manage to get all his teammates off the Martial Arts Platform in such a short ti. From the mont he sensed sothing was wrong, he began acting. As a captain, his responsibility was to protect his teammates, and he had done so to his utmost.
After shouting, Team Eight’s captain began carrying his teammates off the platform one by one, but even so, those two foolish teammates didn’t manage to escape.
The small bird bombs hit the Martial Arts Platform like a storm, triggering a chain reaction, one explosion after another, causing shockwaves on the platform. Amidst these waves, you could clearly see black voids tearing through the air. The explosions were deafening, with smoke filling the platform, even denser than the Poison Manor’s Purple Cloud Poison Fog.
"It’s over, it’s all over. Niu Da, Niu Er, how could you be so foolish? I’m sorry, brothers," said Team Eight’s captain bitterly, having retreated off the platform, slapping his thigh fiercely in frustration.
Tears began to flow from his eyes. In his heart, his teammates were his own brothers, watching them perish on the field due to his lack of strength to rescue them tore at his heart.
"Captain, don’t cry."
"Yes, captain, we’re fine."
But just as Team Eight’s captain was sobbing uncontrollably, two familiar voices suddenly rang out. He turned around in shock to see that behind him stood Niu Da and Niu Er, who he had left on the platform.
"How did you get down?" The captain couldn’t accept the reality before him, gave himself a hard slap, confird it wasn’t a dream, then asked the two miraculous escapees.
"We don’t know either, just as a flash of light passed by, we found ourselves back down here," Niu Da replied, leading the group.
"As long as you’re okay, as long as you’re okay," the captain lightly patted their shoulders, and the three of them hugged together, shedding tears of joy.
anwhile, Xiao Zhentian’s beard bristled with anger as he looked at the youth before him.
"What are you up to? You saved the Long Hand Clan’s mbers just now too, didn’t you?" Originally planning to look for those mischievous rascals after the tournant, Xiao Zhentian didn’t expect this little rascal to co forward so soon.
Standing calmly before Xiao Zhentian were three individuals, indeed Xiao Yifei and his two companions.
It turned out, just as the explosion began, Xiao Yifei had, in a split second, used the Sparrow Step Technique to rush to the Martial Arts Platform. After so long of honing, along with gains from the battle with Qing Hong, Xiao Yifei had cultivated the first two levels of the Jin Family’s Cultivation Technique to the extre. The speed of the Sparrow Step Technique was now no less than Qing Yun’s when he fully activated his Beastification state.
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