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Death Grip
"The new disciple that the Hall Master has taken in is much stronger than the previous one. That Qin Ying is indecisive and unlikely to achieve greatness, but this Xing Chen..." The Hall Master of Sunset Hall, He Mie, thought to himself, casting a wary glance at Xing Chen, marking him as someone not to be trifled with.
He understood very well that people like Xing Chen should not be offended unless one could defeat them outright; otherwise, they would inevitably seek endless revenge.
"Junior Brother, have you already mastered the Double Thunder technique with your Ninefold Thunder Palm?" Qin Ying asked curiously.
"Yes." Xing Chen nodded. As a peak Earth-level Martial Art, the Ninefold Thunder Palm was powerful, but it consumed an astonishing amount of Vital Energy. That last strike had used up at least two-thirds of his Vital Energy.
"Junior Brother, I hope we won't face each other in the next round. Otherwise, we won't be able to complete the task our Master assigned us," Qin Ying said with some concern.
"Senior Brother need not worry. I believe Master has already made arrangements; we shouldn't encounter each other," Xing Chen replied, his gaze flickering slightly. Although he and Qin Ying could easily face off in the next round, he trusted that Yun Qing had made arrangements to prevent that from happening.
Half an hour later, everyone’s Vital Energy had mostly recovered, and the results of the new round of draws were out. Qin Ying and Xing Chen did not 'collide' with each other.
"In the first match, Luo Tong will face Du Feng!" Lin Luo announced loudly on the Dueling Platform.
After stepping onto the stage, Luo Tong wasted no time and launched a fierce attack on Du Feng as if they had a deep-seated grudge.
"Junior Brother, this Luo Tong is impressive. How could a mere servant be so strong?" Qin Ying said, watching Luo Tong dominate on stage with a puzzled expression.
"I'm not sure either, but his strength is indeed formidable. Even I don't have confidence in defeating him!" Xing Chen frowned. He could sense Luo Tong's power; it was not just about his realm but an inexplicable feeling of strength.
"Fire Dragon Devouring the Sun!" A cold light flashed in Luo Tong's eyes as sword light flickered in the air. A ferocious fire dragon surged upward and opened its mouth wide to swallow Du Feng whole.
"Ah—" A shrill scream echoed across the arena as the fire dragon circled above, its flames growing ever more intense.
"Luo Tong wins!" At that moment, Lin Luo hurriedly announced the result from the stage. Luo Tong reluctantly sheathed his Eclipse Sun Sword as the fire dragon dissipated into thin air, revealing a shadow that fell to the ground—none other than Du Feng, who had been burned beyond recognition.
"How ruthless Luo Tong is!" As they looked at Du Feng, who was almost burned to a charred piece, the people around couldn't help but have this thought.
"Next match, Xing Chen versus Xu Song." Just as everyone was secretly clicking their tongues at Luo Tong's cruelty, Lin Luo announced the names of the participants for the second match.
Xu Song is from Setting Sun Hall, with a cultivation level reaching Human Soul Realm Mid Stage. At this moment, Lin Luori was explaining something to him.
"Song'er, remember to just focus on the match when you get on stage, but absolutely avoid any extreme words," Lin Luori cautioned. He vividly remembered how ruthless Xing Chen had been earlier; just because Zhou Ming mocked him a bit, he was killed on the spot. Lin Luori did not want such a thing to happen to his disciple.
"Yes, Master, I will remember," Xu Song nodded and then stepped onto the stage.
"Please show mercy, Young Master Chen," Xu Song said politely as he looked at Xing Chen. Xing Chen is the disciple of the gang leader Yun Qing, who has no sons. Therefore, in the future, his two Closed-Door Disciples are likely to become the new gang leaders. No matter what, it’s always good to build a good relationship with him now, Xu Song thought to himself.
Xing Chen slightly cupped his hands in response and then narrowed his eyes, his gaze towards Xu Song becoming sharp, but he did not strike immediately.
"Ha!" With a loud shout, Xu Song surged with Vital Energy, wrapping his arm in fiery red energy. In the next moment, he took a step forward, and with a faint sound of wind, his figure instantly appeared in front of Xing Chen.
Boom!
The fist wrapped in fiery red Vital Energy quickly approached Xing Chen, and the intense heat radiated outwards.
Xing Chen tilted his body slightly; just as the wind from Xu Song's punch brushed past him, he suddenly struck out with his right hand. The dark Vital Energy coiled around his palm like a sharp blade, mercilessly chopping down towards Xu Song's wrist.
Although Xing Chen attacked without holding back, Xu Song, being a strong practitioner at the Human Soul Realm Mid Stage, had a much higher cultivation level than Xing Chen. His combat experience was also rich; he immediately transformed his fist into an open palm and executed a hand chop that collided heavily with Xing Chen's attack.
Bang!
A deep sound echoed as the two forces clashed. Xing Chen's body shook and retreated several steps; after all, his cultivation level could not compare to that of Xu Song, and in a direct confrontation, he gained no advantage whatsoever.
"Young Master Chen, you can't compare to my Vital Energy!" Looking at the retreating Xing Chen, Xu Song said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Song stomped his foot, and the fiery red Vital Energy wrapped around his legs, its strength far surpassing that of Xing Chen.
"Whoosh—" With the Vital Energy infusing his legs, Xu Song's speed instantly increased, his figure darting out so quickly that it became hard to see him clearly. He took advantage of this speed to unleash a fierce offensive in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xu Song's somewhat blurred figure resembled a fiery storm enveloping Xing Chen. Fists, feet, elbows, and knees—one brutal attack after another, mixed with violent Vital Energy, descended upon Xing Chen. However, despite the ferocity of his attacks, they were merely ordinary strikes without any Martial Arts techniques employed.
Below the stage, the crowd was astonished by Xu Song's sudden explosive offensive. Even Qin Ying's expression turned serious. Although Xu Song was only at the Human Soul Realm Mid Stage, his Vital Energy was not weaker than that of Zhou Ming, who had just reached the Peak of Human Soul Realm. Coupled with his skilled use of Vital Energy, his power was indeed surprising.
"Song'er really knows how to gauge the situation; this way he can defeat Xing Chen without making him look too bad. It's truly the best approach. I just wonder what the leader thinks..." Lin Luori nodded secretly as she observed the situation on stage. Xu Song refrained from using Martial Arts to avoid making Xing Chen lose too badly; otherwise, it could lead to trouble if Xing Chen held a grudge.
Leader Yun Qing watched the scene on the Dueling Platform with an unchanged expression, lightly tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. No one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
Amidst the fiery storm, a muffled grunt suddenly emerged. Xing Chen's fingers came together like a sharp dagger, dark Vital Energy swirling around them as he pierced through the firestorm and swiftly struck at the agile figure.
"Hmph!" A muffled grunt sounded as the fiery storm dissipated and the surrounding heat rapidly decreased. A figure staggered back a few steps, with a noticeable hole in their arm's clothing and blood seeping out—clearly pierced by Xing Chen's finger.
Seeing the wound on his arm, Xu Song's expression changed slightly as he stared intently at Xing Chen. Taking a deep breath, fiery red Vital Energy surged from his right palm like flames, gathering in his hand. The Vital Energy quickly contracted into a palm-sized red sun that radiated brilliant light and emitted a violent aura.
Xing Chen's eyes also revealed a hint of seriousness; he sensed the power of this move. The Lonely Star Sword, which he had been holding in his left hand without using until now, was finally drawn out by Xing Chen, its blade glinting coldly.
Without warning, Xing Chen swung his sword casually; a chilling wind arose and swept through. The sword light flickered with afterimages as strands of black Vital Energy merged into the blade and gathered at its tip, releasing an icy aura.
Xu Song's pupils constricted; he felt threatened by this strike. Without hesitation, he let his Vital Energy surge violently as the fiery sun in his palm doubled in size.
"Young Master Chen is serious," Xu Song warned as he looked at Xing Chen. Then he burst forward, the blazing sun in his hand radiating countless beams of light that made it hard for anyone to keep their eyes open.
Qin Ying looked nervously at Xing Chen from the sidelines. Even if he wanted to counter this move, it would take considerable effort, and facing such a powerful attack, Xing Chen would likely find it difficult to respond.
Whoosh!
Xu Song moved at lightning speed, appearing in front of Xing Chen in an instant. He struck out with a palm, and the blazing sun in his hand instantly transformed into a wave of flames, sweeping toward Xing Chen.
"Blazing Sun Palm!"
The violent flames caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply, and a scorching wave of heat rushed toward him. Facing the raging fire before him, Xing Chen showed no signs of panic in his eyes; instead, he thrust his long sword forward fiercely.
"Disaster Star Descends—" A chilling wind rushed forth, and the Fire Sea seemed to dim significantly in an instant. The shadow of the sword flickered, and a piercing Black Light suddenly pierced through the Fire Sea, charging toward Xu Song.
Whoosh!
The Black Light struck, instantly penetrating Xu Song's arm, which had not yet been retracted. At the same time, an extremely cold aura surged into his body, wreaking havoc within.
Xu Song's expression changed dramatically as the fiery Vital Energy within him surged forth, attempting to expel the cold aura from his body.
But at that moment, a long sword radiating a chilling aura was already positioned against his throat.
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