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Aodun took a few strides and arrived in front of Aotian, his fists clenched like a sea dragon emerging from the waves, and he struck fiercely at Aotian's face.
Aotian's eyes flashed with cold light, his palms resembling eagle claws as they shot out with a whistling sound, aiming to grasp Aodun's wrist like lightning.
The surrounding martial artists shook their heads in disbelief at Aotian's refusal to dodge Aodun's attack, their faces filled with sighs.
How could someone at the fourth level of the acquired realm dare to take on an attack from someone at the sixth level? Wasn't that courting death?
When Aotian's claws grasped Aodun's wrist, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Aodun's mouth.
Suddenly, Aotian felt a tremendous force surge from Aodun's body, quickly traveling to where he held Aodun's wrist tightly.
At that moment, Aodun's arm felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing Aotian's arm to sink slightly.
Just then, Aodun's fists broke free from Aotian's grasp like a diamond hammer and slammed toward Aotian's chest.
The sound of impact was not loud but sent a shiver through the hearts of countless martial artists around them, making everyone involuntarily close their eyes, unable to bear witnessing Aotian's "tragic fate."
"Eh?" Someone exclaimed in surprise, drawing everyone's attention back to the Training Platform.
They saw Aotian standing on the edge of the Training Platform on one foot, his face looking somewhat pale. However, the scene was not as gruesome as they had imagined; there was no "blood and flesh" mess.
"Oh?!" Aodun also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, seemingly not expecting this "waste" to withstand his punch. His expression then turned somewhat unnatural. How could a sixth-level acquired martial artist struggle to deal with someone at the fourth level? Wasn't that laughable?!
Thinking this, Aodun pushed off hard from the ground with his right foot, launching himself toward Aotian like an arrow released from its bow. His right fist carried a fierce whistling sound as it smashed toward Aotian's shoulder.
Aotian also clenched his fist and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, collided violently with Aodun's fist!
A cracking sound of dislocated bones echoed, causing the people around to shiver in fear.
Soon after, everyone noticed that Aodun was flying out of the Training Platform like a kite with a broken string. In contrast, Aotian stood there without a single wrinkle on his clothes, his face showing a calm demeanor as if Aodun posed no threat to him, resembling a mere clown.
Instantly, numerous gasps filled the air:
"Oh my god, am I dreaming? A person at the fourth level of the Postnatal stage actually defeated someone at the sixth level?!"
"Dude, slap me! Tell me this isn't real!"
"Smack!"
"What the hell, you really did it?!"
...
In the stands, Aotian and others were equally shocked, clearly not expecting that Aotian could actually defeat Aodun. Meanwhile, Ao Gong beside them had a glint of killing intent in his eyes. It was evident that Aotian's victory over Aodun stirred murderous thoughts within Ao Gong.
Among the crowd, the Ao Yu brothers wore expressions of disbelief. After a while, they finally calmed down from their shock.
"Second brother, what just happened? How did that useless guy suddenly become so powerful?"
Ao Yu pondered for a moment and replied:
"It's nothing. Since Aodun couldn't handle him, you should take care of it personally later!"
Aofeng was momentarily stunned, then a fierce grin spread across his face.
On the Training Platform, the elder was also taken aback by the sudden outcome, but quickly regained his composure, stepped into the center of the arena, and announced Aotian as the winner.
Of course, no matter how shocking Aotian's victory was, the competition had to continue. However, it was clear that challengers like Aotian were hard to come by.
During this time, Aofeng also made a move, defeating his opponent with a single strike, which caused an uproar in the training ground.
"Next, we will proceed to the second round of matches!"
As the announcement was made, sixteen paper balls floated in front of the undefeated Arrogant Clan Youth.
Looking at the number on the paper ball marked "1," Aotian couldn't help but smile wryly; it seemed he really had a connection with "1."
He glanced at his opponent across from him, a chubby fellow resembling a meatball, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Logically speaking, those at the fourth level of postnatal training would have their body fat eliminated. Yet this guy named Pang was quite the opposite; his body fat had not only remained but had increased significantly. Truly living up to his name...
However, Aotian did not underestimate this opponent at all, as Pang's cultivation had already reached the sixth level of postnatal training. If Aotian wasn't careful, he could very well find himself in trouble.
"Aotian cousin, please enlighten me!" Pang's plump face broke into a smile, but as he smiled, his excess flesh seemed to pull tight, causing his eyes to squint into slits.
"Whoosh!" Despite his appearance, Pang was surprisingly agile.
In an instant, this "meatball" launched himself forward with astonishing speed, hurtling toward Aotian like a cannonball.
Aotian's lips curled into a faint arc as he suddenly clapped his hands together.
In an instant, two handprints landed on Pang's shoulders and chest, sending him flying far away.
This scene left everyone in shock. After all, when Aotian fought Aodun, it could have been attributed to Aodun underestimating him, but now it seemed that Aotian truly had some real skills!
As soon as the "Meatball" stabilized himself, Aotian stepped forward with his right foot, clearly intending to finish off Pang in one go.
"I give up!" At that moment, Pang raised his hands above his head and shouted urgently.
"Hush..." The surrounding crowd erupted in derisive laughter. After all, for a practitioner at the sixth level of the acquired stage to concede to someone at the fourth level seemed utterly unbelievable.
Hearing the mocking voices around him, Pang's face turned red with embarrassment. However, he dared not challenge Aotian again; after their previous encounter, Pang was clearly still shaken. He felt a terrifying power within Aotian, a force that was insurmountable like a towering mountain...
Time flowed like a river. In the blink of an eye, only four figures remained standing on the Training Platform, resembling undefeated war gods.
During this time, Aotian went up on stage again, but this time his opponent conceded immediately. After all, both practitioners at the sixth level had been defeated by Aotian, and he was merely a newly advanced sixth-level warrior who clearly stood no chance against Aotian. Thus, Aotian easily secured another victory.
At this moment, among the four figures on the Training Platform were none other than Aotian and Aofeng!
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