He entered the academy faster than Yan Xiaobao, dashed up the stairs, and arrived at his mountain courtyard, making other students understand his significance. As he sat in the courtyard and began cultivating, he felt imnsely satisfied.
Unfortunately, his cultivation was interrupted when his older brother arrived with his usual group of slumbering thugs to complain to Wang Julong about an overly ambitious new student. Wang Jingshen would certainly challenge him if they were in the sa rank, but only those of equal rank could challenge each other—unless a weaker student challenged a stronger one.
Initially, Wang Julong had no interest in avenging his brother until he heard it was a white-haired boy. Only then did he agree to help.
As Wang Julong was about to leave, he noticed a sudden illumination from a courtyard. The light was the signal that the courtyard had found its owner, and when Wang Julong saw the na Yan Xiaobao on the plaque, he almost spat out blood.
Wang Julong was a proud child who had grown up being told he was the future of his family. It was evident that he couldn’t tolerate the person who took away what he deserved. The only way to satisfy his raging hatred was to utterly defeat this trash and show the world who the superior cultivator truly was!
As Wang Julong pondered these malicious thoughts, Xu Yue’s face remained calm like a forest lake, her lips forming a gentle smile. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that her smile didn’t extend to her cold blue eyes containing an unfathomable chill that a ten-year-old could never discern.
"Do it yourself," Lan Feng warned lightly. "Unless he inflicts serious harm on you or undermines your cultivation, I won’t help you. You need to learn for yourself." With that, Lan Feng slowly drifted into the Qi Cave, focusing all his attention on the impending fight.
Yan Xiaobao took a soft breath, feeling grateful to Lan Feng. It had been a long ti since his last battle, but when he thought about the martial arts skills he had practiced to perfection over the years, he felt fairly confident.
"The rules are simple," Deng Wu said, serving as the judge. He was also one of a hundred renowned figures and, while he might have a slight bias toward Yan Xiaobao, he was certainly less prejudiced than Wang Jingshen.
"You cannot kill your opponent. This is rely an exchange of pointers; if you go too far, injuries are to be expected, and I will personally ensure the academy head is inford of it."
After saying this, he nodded towards the two young n and then stepped to the side of Rong Xing’s station. Clearly, he hoped to be considered impartial. Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes as he observed the black-haired youth, finding Deng Wu more threatening than Wang Julong.
Yan Xiaobao hadn’t had the opportunity to focus on Deng Wu for a long ti. Suddenly, he felt an incredible pressure erging opposite him, gathering in Wang Julong’s hands. At first, a light breeze blew toward him, but it quickly grew until it ford a massive storm swirling in Wang Julong’s open palms. The storm continued to expand, rising into the sky as its gales intensified, attempting to sweep anything near the vortex away.
Yan Xiaobao narrowed his eyes, noticing flashes of light within the storm. The light was small bolts of Qi Lightning created by Qi, and seeing this sent a shiver down his spine. Although his Qi wasn’t as refined as Yan Xiaobao’s pure white, it was undoubtedly of excellent quality—not only exceptional in grade but also marked by Wang Julong’s ticulous refinent.
"Did he start with Qi Lightning techniques right from the beginning?" Rong Xing exclaid, her voice trembling slightly as she watched the scene unfold before her. Clearly, others murmured uneasily amongst themselves.
"Deng Wu, you must stop them!" Rong Xing implored, looking toward the black-haired youth, only to be surprised by his calm laughter.
"Don’t worry. Let’s place our faith in younger brother Yan Xiaobao and see if he can perform a miracle." Deng Wu wasn’t foolish; he knew exactly how dangerous Qi Lightning was. It was a low-level Duke-ranked martial skill, deed one of the Wang Family’s greatest treasures. Not only did the technique possess high rank and strong offensive capabilities, but it also required cultivators with exceptionally pure Qi to utilize it. Deng Wu himself was sowhat surprised to discover that Wang Julong was already capable of wielding it.
Watching the young white-haired boy before him, Deng Wu smiled. He understood why others were worried; it was clear they hadn’t noticed anything different about Yan Xiaobao—nor had they noticed it for a long ti. However, he had seen it right from the start.
Five years ago, when Deng Wu joined the Royal Art Academy, he had been gifted a family heirloom as a reward. Among its many functions, one was to disguise his own cultivation, and another was to see through others’ masks. As a result, the mont he encountered Yan Xiaobao, he saw the Saint-ranked Divine Beast hidden within Yan Xiaobao’s Qi Cave. Deng Wu understood the significance of this discovery but was more intrigued by how a ten-year-old boy could capture such a powerful creature. Hence, he had no intention of revealing this rare phenonon to anyone and watched Yan Xiaobao’s actions closely. Gazing at Yan Xiaobao, Deng Wu’s smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious light unseen by Rong Xing.
Yan Xiaobao gritted his teeth, realizing he had underestimated Wang Julong. Clearly, he was using advanced martial arts techniques. The technique’s rank wasn’t much different from his own Velocity Flow and Qi Guard, but Yan Xiaobao believed Wang Julong hadn’t perfected his skills yet. He quickly activated his low-level Duke-ranked defensive martial arts technique, Qi Guard.
As soon as he invoked the skill, his entire body began to faintly glow with a pearly white sheen. Qi rapidly surged out of his Qi Acupoint in specific patterns, forming hand seals infused with threads of Qi.
Qi Yue and Qi Guard were simultaneously activated with Velocity Flow, focusing on evading Wang Julong. Yan Xiaobao left behind a series of afterimages as he moved swiftly, ensuring Wang Julong couldn’t achieve his target and thwarting his current plans.
Yan Xiaobao didn’t have to wait long. The storm conjured by Wang Julong’s Qi Lightning had grown to its maximum controllable size. Upon fully unleashing his skill, Wang Julong sneered at the boy before him. Wang Julong couldn’t help but think this child was too naive, just standing there waiting for his attack to land.
"Don’t bla if you get hurt!" Wang Julong sneered, sending out three bolts of Qi Lightning from the vortex. They were far faster than Yan Xiaobao anticipated, to the point that even his Velocity Flow struggled to evade all the bolts. This posed a far greater problem than he had initially expected.
The three Qilin Lightning bolts all struck the young boy, and smoke began to rise from the point of impact. Initially, Wang Jingshen and his thugs erupted into cheers and laughter, but they quickly fell silent, overwheld by disbelief. Everyone present stood in shock—even Deng Wu narrowed his eyes, for he had never seen martial arts techniques like this before.
Rong Xing and Rong Ming were both astonished. They knew Yan Xiaobao’s background and understood he couldn’t have access to advanced martial arts techniques. And yet, it was apparent he was utilizing one now. They couldn’t help but wonder how he had obtained it.
For Wang Julong, Yan Xiaobao wasn’t planning to endure the attack silently. As soon as Qi Lightning struck his afterimage, Yan Xiaobao retaliated. Swiftly activating his low-level offensive martial skill, Raging Strike—learned from Rong Ming—a sudden burst of pure white Qi enveloped his fist. His Qi-filled punch exuded trendous pressure.
Although Wang Julong was proud, he had been trained since childhood. His family often pit him against the family guards, providing him with so combat experience. Sensing Yan Xiaobao’s perfectly refined Qi’s aggressive energy, Wang Julong quickly turned and gathered his white Qi in his forearm, blocking the strike.
Yan Xiaobao relied heavily on Velocity Flow’s frenetic speed to amplify Raging Strike’s impact. However, as a low-level skill, Raging Strike wasn’t capable of breaking through Wang Julong’s defense.
Without hesitation, Yan Xiaobao activated his high-level apprentice-ranked offensive skill, Shattering Kick, and swung forcefully at Wang Julong’s waist.
Wang Julong, who had just blocked the previous strike using his Qi-infused arm, displayed considerable skill. However, his Qi technique wasn’t defensive martial arts, preventing him from instantly shielding his entire body, which led to him being hit hard by Yan Xiaobao’s kick.
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