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"I have to say, it's a miracle that you, a worthless fool, have made it this far." Aofeng flicked his middle finger, a look of arrogance on his face.
"I will defeat you and continue my miracle," Aotian said, his face full of defiance.
A sneer escaped Aofeng's lips. "What a delusional dreamer. Today, I will end your miracle."
As he spoke, Aofeng spread his arms wide, the large robe casting a shadow on the Training Platform under the sunlight. From a distance, he looked like a descending demon.
Aotian slowly exhaled a puff of white breath, bending his front leg slightly into an arched stance.
The atmosphere on the platform quickly became tense.
"Whoosh."
The two figures lunged at each other like wild beasts, colliding fiercely in the center of the Training Platform!
"Bang!" The sound of their bodies crashing echoed continuously. Fists, feet, palms, claws, and elbows relentlessly struck at each other.
The two seemed to know only how to attack and were oblivious to defense. A fierce aura gradually filled the training ground.
Everyone watched intently as the two on the platform fought like "madmen," the sound of their collisions resonating clearly throughout the training area.
In the stands, Aotian and Ao Gong's expressions grew increasingly serious. Cracks began to silently spread from the armrests of their chairs under their grip.
Aotian clenched his fist, the knuckle of his middle finger slightly protruding, and with a whistling sound, he struck Aofeng's shoulder hard. At the same time, Aotian's own chest received a solid punch.
In an instant, the two seemed to reach some sort of tacit understanding and rapidly retreated backward.
As everyone watched the situation on stage, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Aofeng's once-broad robe had mysteriously vanished, leaving his clothes tattered and torn, marked with palm prints and fist imprints. His body was covered in blood, and fresh blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, giving him a rather ferocious appearance.
On the other side, Aotian's condition was undoubtedly much worse than Aofeng's. After all, Aotian's cultivation level was only at the fifth stage of Postnatal Realm. Even though he had practiced the Transformation Technique, there was still a significant gap between him and Aofeng.
His clothes were in tatters, and blood seeped from all over his body; it was unclear whether it was his own or Aofeng's. From a distance, Aotian looked like a person drenched in blood.
The crowd held their breath unconsciously, as if afraid to disturb the two on stage.
Aofeng slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned menacingly:
"Good! Very good! You worthless fool actually dared to push me to this extent?!"
Aotian also slowly wiped away the blood on his face, his tone calm as still water:
"I told you, I will defeat you!"
Aofeng laughed angrily:
"I want to see how you plan to defeat me!"
With that, the figure shot towards Aotian like a cannonball, a whip kick creating a tearing sound as it sliced through the air and struck at the latter.
Aotian's expression changed, and he crossed his arms in an "X" shape to block Aofeng's incoming kick.
A fierce force surged from Aofeng's leg directly towards Aotian's arms.
In an instant, Aotian was forced to retreat several steps, a sweetness rising in his throat as his face quickly turned pale, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his tightly closed mouth.
Aofeng let out a cold laugh and ominously shouted:
"Flame Break Palm!"
As he spoke, Aofeng's left palm turned bright red, and he struck fiercely towards Aotian.
Before getting close, Aotian sensed a wave of intense heat rushing towards him, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end. He pushed off the ground with his front foot and violently retreated.
Aofeng smirked disdainfully and followed closely behind like a persistent shadow, his palm growing even redder, with Fire Energy surging forth, sending chills down people's spines.
"This is... Fire Energy?!"
In the stands, Aotian's pupils constricted, and he exclaimed in shock.
Some unique martial arts, once mastered to their peak, can give rise to distinct powers that exponentially increase their might.
For example, the Flame Break Palm practiced by Aofeng is merely a low-tier martial art. However, once mastered to its pinnacle, it can generate this "Fire Energy," making the destructive power of Flame Break Palm incomparable even to some higher-tier martial arts.
Aotian's figure moved as he was about to intervene in the duel on the Training Platform. However, Ao Gong had already stepped forward and blocked Aotian, who was ready to act.
"Brother, let the younger generation settle their own duel. As elders, we shouldn't interfere," Ao Gong said.
Aotian fixed his gaze on Ao Gong standing before him, his eyes flashing with fierce light as a powerful energy slowly gathered in his sleeve.
Ao Gong's expression changed slightly, and he took a small step back. The Mystical Energy in his palm flickered like a venomous snake, and the strong fluctuations of Mystical Energy gradually spread within him.
At that moment, while Aotian and Ao Gong were locked in a standoff on the viewing platform, another scene unfolded on the Training Platform.
After Aofeng unleashed the Flame Break Palm, Aotian seemed to turn into a stray dog. He kept fleeing across the Training Platform, narrowly dodging Aofeng's fiery palm strikes under the tense gazes of the crowd. Each time he barely escaped, a piece of his tattered clothing would be torn away. At this moment, Aofeng's fiery palm was just a few fingers away from Aotian's chest, putting him in a precarious situation.
Those observant enough would notice that there was no trace of fear in Aotian's eyes despite facing despair; instead, there was only determination and resilience.
Aofeng, who was merely two feet away from Aotian, also noticed this "strange phenomenon." With a cold snort, he increased his speed, and it seemed that his fiery palm was about to strike Aotian.
Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!
"Domineering Fist!"
Aotian let out a deep shout in his heart. His retreating body abruptly halted as he allowed Aofeng's fiery palm to come crashing down upon him. Meanwhile, his right fist surged forward with overwhelming force like a dragon emerging from the sea, aimed directly at Aofeng.
"This is... Overbearing Force?!"
Clearly, Aotian had cultivated the Domineering Fist to its peak and had manifested Overbearing Force. Its destructive power was just as strong as Aofeng's Flame Break Palm!
The sound of two powerful impacts echoed throughout the training ground!
Two figures flew backward like kites with severed strings, landing right at the edge of the Training Platform.
As soon as he hit the ground, Aotian coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper. The intense Fire Energy surged into Aotian's body like a spirit snake, spreading towards his Dantian, clearly aiming to cripple Aotian's cultivation.
Aotian was filled with horror; a warrior's Dantian is the most crucial part of their cultivation. Once damaged, the warrior's fate is sealed for life. Therefore, when Aotian saw the Fire Energy heading towards his Dantian, a wave of despair flooded his mind.
The Fire Energy was like a force of destruction, scorching the meridians it passed through until they were charred black, a sight that was truly alarming. Finally, the Fire Energy inevitably reached above his Dantian.
Aotian's once-bright eyes dimmed instantly, as if he had lost his soul, becoming an unconscious puppet. This scene was eerily similar to when Pride's Mother left Aotian three years ago.
Just as despair enveloped Aotian's heart, a tender Dragon's Roar resonated from within his Dantian. Then it transformed into an immense Golden Net that tightly wrapped around the Fire Energy, preventing it from breaking free.
Under Aotian's focused gaze, the Fire Energy seemed to be disassembled by the Transformation Technique, turning into strands of pure and intense power that merged into the Golden Net. The color of the Golden Net deepened further with this infusion of energy…
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