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Scholar Xiu looked at the corpses scattered across the ground, most of them having been killed with a single punch. He couldn't help but step back behind Nangong Wuxin, saying, "A gentleman uses words, not fists. It's better for someone like me, a scholar, to avoid fighting. Brother Nangong, make him spit out his guts!"
Song Baliang chuckled and replied, "Once I finish dealing with this boy, I'll have a proper chat with you. Be careful or I might just tear that mouth of yours apart!"
"It seems that my friend here is quite arrogant, which must mean he has some backing. I've heard that there are always greater talents beyond the horizon. Today, I will see how you plan to battle me across realms!" Nangong Wuxin ignited his fighting spirit. Faced with a top-tier genius from the Core Formation Stage who could effortlessly kill hundreds of opponents at the same level, he had no choice but to give it his all.
"If I can't even defeat someone one realm lower than me, what can I say about the grand principles of heaven and earth? What can I say about Rivalry Among Hundreds of Ships?" Nangong Wuxin thought to himself.
"This person has already reached the Divine Transformation Stage at such a young age. He shows no arrogance and doesn't use any lofty reasons to question why I killed so many people. He seems like a decent person; if he weren't my enemy, we could truly become friends. As for that wicked scholar, I will definitely tear his mouth apart later. I just wonder if I can actually defeat this young man," Song Baliang muttered.
The two assessed each other as the atmosphere in the arena grew increasingly tense. A leaf drifted by as the battlefield ignited; both moved simultaneously!
Song Baliang launched his strongest attack right away, his body radiating golden light as he transformed into a golden Jin Zhan Buddha. Within a radius of thirty feet, everything was swept away by his aura, and he seemed to hover in mid-air. From a distance, it looked as if golden rays were shooting up into the sky. Song Baliang aimed for a quick victory to defeat his opponent; however, deep down, he really didn't want to kill this seemingly quirky yet serious-looking young man.
Nangong Wuxin frowned as his opponent raised their momentum to its peak right from the start. Did he intend to settle this in one blow? He contemplated whether to use the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique. Since he began his journey, he had only used it twice: once to injure Shiyunsheng and once to kill the Divine Peng Young Master who was at a higher realm than him. If he were to use it now against someone one realm lower than himself, it would surely be overwhelming; no matter how extraordinary his opponent's abilities were, they wouldn't be able to escape. However, the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique was too domineering for him to control its power properly.
As Song Baliang's attack approached, Nangong Wuxin took a deep breath and quickly formed seals with his hands before unleashing the Demon Hunting Soul Pursuit Technique.
A tremendous force surged through the air toward Song Baliang, who met it head-on like an indestructible diamond with a punch.
Two muffled grunts echoed through the air as dust flew everywhere. Nangong Wuxin staggered back ten steps while Song Baliang was sent flying ten yards away, crashing into a boulder that shattered upon impact, cracks spreading across the ground around it. Clutching his chest, Song Baliang felt all the golden light drain from him; he was left feeling numb and weak all over. If he received another hit like that, he would surely collapse. Having fought fiercely earlier without resting, encountering such an exceptional opponent now was overwhelming.
Anyone could see that in this exchange, Nangong Wuxin had emerged victorious. However, his wrist trembled painfully; it hurt severely and showed no response—he feared it might have been broken.
"This boy is so strong? Even with my strongest Vajra Fist combined with the Vajra Body, I can't inflict any damage on him. My physical body is definitely stronger than his, yet the might of the Divine Transformation Stage is truly beyond that of the Core Formation Stage," Song Baliang thought to himself, feeling a bit like fleeing. If he couldn't win, why not run? He wasn't a fool.
However, in contrast to Song Baliang's surprise, Nangong Wuxin was even more shocked. "Damn, he can withstand my strongest technique without a scratch? My hand is broken! A person like this cannot be left alive; I need to snap his neck. But how can his body be this strong?"
Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.
"Nangong, little brother, go for it! Kill him! Kill this gorilla wearing a cloak!" Scholar Xiu shouted, cheering for Nangong Wuxin.
"Come on, senior brother!" Zhao Yang couldn't help but cheer for Song Baliang as he saw Scholar Xiu supporting Nangong Wuxin.
"Huh?" Scholar Xiu was the first to react, looking at Zhao Yang standing not far above them with confusion. "Who is his senior brother? Me?"
"Huh?" Nangong Wuxin was the second to react, glancing at Zhao Yang's increasingly awkward expression and then at the large figure wearing the cloak.
"Huh?" Song Baliang took off his cloak and looked towards Zhao Yang on the mountaintop.
Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu stared at the radiant top of Song Baliang's head and asked in unison, "A monk?"
"What's wrong with that?" Song Baliang instinctively retorted.
Immediately, the three of them looked at each other, then at Zhao Yang's somewhat embarrassed face, and they understood what was going on.
The three nodded and each unleashed a powerful surge of True Qi towards Zhao Yang's mountaintop. Zhao Yang screamed as he was bombarded by flying debris from the summit.
Half an hour later, in front of a cave, smoke curled up into the air as a massive Striped Tiger was being roasted on a spit by four people. The aroma of the meat wafted through the air, while Zhao Yang was responsible for the cooking and seasoning.
"I say, Brother Nangong, what kind of technique is this? It's so peculiar and intricate. I feel it resembles my Buddhist Sect's Cultivation Method somewhat; it must also be a demon-slaying technique. I still feel uncomfortable all over. If I weren't from Xuanfo Temple and practicing a similar demon-slaying Cultivation Method, I might have been seriously injured!" Song Baliang said, as he opened a treasured bottle of Spirit Brew of the Earth Spirit Spring and filled a cup for Nangong Wuxin, then poured one for himself.
"Brother Song, you flatter me. I didn't expect you to be the legendary Vajra Battle Body, one of the rare precious bodies in ancient cultivation circles. Seeing you today truly lives up to the reputation. If we were to fight at the same level, I would probably be the one to lose," Nangong Wuxin sincerely replied, accepting the large cup of Spirit Brew from Song Baliang.
Then, Song Baliang poured half a cup for Zhao Yang and huffed at him, saying to Nangong Wuxin, "This kid almost got himself killed! I fought for so long while he just sat there watching! He keeps calling me 'senior brother,' talking about sharing blessings and facing difficulties together." The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and he poured back most of the drink he had just given Zhao Yang.
"Hehe, Brother Song," Scholar Xiu scampered over to Song Baliang's side, presenting his own large cup with a joyful expression. He had heard that Earth Spirit Spring Liquid could cleanse meridians and promote the development of Spiritual Roots! It was something that might not be found even in thousands of years!
"Hmph!" Song Baliang shot an annoyed glance at Scholar Xiu. He had been insulted by Scholar Xiu's sharp tongue for too long; if it weren't for this guy provoking him, he wouldn't have ended up fighting Nangong Wuxin so quickly. With that thought in mind, Song Baliang poured the half cup of wine meant for Zhao Yang into Scholar Xiu's cup, leaving only two sips for himself.
"This..." Scholar Xiu's face turned awkward as if he had swallowed a fly. But seeing Song Baliang glaring at him with powerful biceps flexing in front of him, he could only force an awkward smile and say, "Alright then." He took the cup back and downed it in one gulp.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang, who had been busy with the roasting, lifted his head and looked into the distance.
Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang noticed Zhao Yang's expression and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Yang spoke in a deep voice: "The various sects are gathering; it seems a battle is truly about to begin."
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