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Aotian's fierce strength collided violently with Wang Jie's powerful punch.
"Boom!"
The impact produced a tremendous explosion sound. Immediately, Aotian and Wang Jie were both knocked back several steps, dissipating the rebound force that spread from the point of collision.
Wang Jie’s expression darkened. He was a Half-Step Human Spirit martial artist who had refined five layers of Mystical Energy, yet he couldn't defeat an Innate Fourth Layer martial artist in one blow. This left Wang Jie feeling quite displeased.
"Hmph, kid, today I will show you why I stand at the tenth position in the Inner Academy!"
With a snort, Wang Jie’s upper garment suddenly burst apart, revealing his well-defined, muscular physique.
"Kid, you must be a country bumpkin who has never seen Body Refinement Technique before. Today, I will broaden your horizons!"
As he spoke, dark patterns bizarrely appeared on Wang Jie's upper body, filled with a sense of powerful energy.
At this moment, Wang Jie’s torso was completely enveloped by the dark patterns. Aotian also showed a hint of surprise. It turned out that Wang Jie had cultivated a Body Refinement Technique just like himself?!
Of course, Aotian could sense that Wang Jie’s Body Refinement Technique was far less profound than his Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body.
However, this did not mean that Wang Jie’s physical strength was inferior to Aotian's. After all, although the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body was exceptionally mysterious, Aotian was still only at the entry level. Therefore, his physical strength might not be much stronger than Wang Jie's.
"Dark Pattern Palm!"
Wang Jie shouted angrily, and then his right palm suddenly struck towards Aotian. The dark patterns on his upper body bizarrely twisted around his right palm.
A powerful sensation of strength emanated from Wang Jie's right hand.
"Aotian, die!"
Wang Jie slammed his right palm towards Aotian, and the heavy pressure radiating from his palm violently shook the air in its path.
Aotian's expression changed slightly as he sensed a strong sense of crisis from Wang Jie's strike.
Not daring to show any signs of negligence, Aotian clenched his right fist tightly, with icy blue and golden energies swirling around it.
Wang Jie was, after all, a Half-Step Human Spirit martial artist who had refined five layers of Mystical Energy. Therefore, Aotian unleashed the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body and the Transformation Technique to their fullest extent.
"Domineering Fist!"
With a deep shout, Aotian's right fist surged forward, carrying an overwhelming force as it struck towards Wang Jie's palm.
The fist and palm collided violently in the center of the Dueling Platform!
Energy ripples, almost tangible, spread out from the point of impact, sending dust flying off the ground.
Aotian was also pushed back several steps by the force of the energy ripple, his internal energy surging violently, and his face turned somewhat pale.
On the other side, Wang Jie was not faring any better; his arm bore traces of blood from the impact.
Clearly, neither side gained a significant advantage from this clash.
Aotian shook his slightly numb arm, his expression growing increasingly serious.
Meanwhile, Wang Jie’s face darkened as if it could drip water; fury surged in his eyes like a tidal wave:
"Aotian, it seems you have gradually mastered a Body Refinement Technique. Today, let me see whether your physical body is stronger or mine!"
As he spoke, Wang Jie charged at Aotian like a hardened tank, causing cracks in the floor beneath him that resembled spider webs.
"Good! Let's have a contest of physical strength today; I want to see just how strong your body can get!"
Aotian let out a loud laugh, his laughter exuding an aura of dominance.
Aotian's Transformation Technique converged entirely to his Dantian, with icy blue energy rapidly gathering beneath his skin like a thundercloud. In an instant, he shot forward towards Wang Jie, carrying fierce gusts of wind without any fear.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the two figures collided in the center of the Dueling Platform like wild beasts. Aotian's right leg transformed into a long whip, slicing through the air with a sharp sound as it aimed for Wang Jie's left shoulder.
However, facing Aotian's ferocious attack, Wang Jie did not evade. His right hand transformed into a sharp knife, cutting towards Aotian's waist with a sound of explosive energy.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two muffled sounds of impact echoed.
Immediately, both Aotian and Wang Jie let out a grunt from their throats, stepping back several paces in disarray. There was even a hint of blood at the corners of their mouths.
As soon as they steadied themselves after retreating, they charged at each other once more. Following that, fingers, palms, feet, fists, and elbows all targeted each other's vital points.
At this moment, every part of their bodies seemed to transform into the sharpest weapons in existence. The two fought like madmen, relentlessly attacking as if defense did not exist for them at all.
The crowd could no longer distinguish who was Aotian and who was Wang Jie on the stage. Only two shadows were fiercely clashing against each other. The sounds of impact, grunts, and cries seemed to illustrate the brutality of this battle.
"Boom!"
After yet another collision, Aotian and Wang Jie suddenly separated as if they had reached some unspoken agreement, their gazes locked onto each other like ferocious tigers.
At this moment, Aotian's clothes were torn apart, exposing his fair skin and icy blue energy to the air, with bloodstains scattered all over his body.
Wang Jie was undoubtedly in a slightly better condition than Aotian; his hair was disheveled, his eyes dimmed, and his broad chest heaved heavily, clearly a result of excessive exhaustion.
The audience below held their breath, as if fearing to disturb the two on stage. When they looked at Aotian, the previous disdain in their eyes had vanished, replaced only by admiration and seriousness.
No matter where one is, strength is respected above all. Today, Aotian's performance undoubtedly conquered everyone present. They all understood that if it were them, they would never have been able to persist until now without being defeated like Aotian.
"This Aotian can jump from an Outer Academy Student to an Inner Academy Student for a reason..." At this moment, everyone couldn't help but have this thought in their minds.
At the same time, Lin Chaoqun's eyes also revealed a hint of appreciation for Aotian.
Wang Jie was known for his formidable physical strength among Inner Academy Students; even among those on the Ranking, it would be hard to find anyone who could surpass Wang Jie in physical prowess.
However, Aotian was able to contend with Wang Jie solely relying on his physical strength and had yet to be defeated, which surprised this vice dean somewhat.
Nevertheless, Lin Chaoqun understood that perhaps the real battle was just beginning. Because Wang Jie's greatest strength was not his physique but rather his mastery of five layers of Mystical Energy. His cultivation at the Half-Step Human Spirit level was the true capital that allowed him to dominate the Inner Courtyard Rankings.
"Heh, I didn't expect your physical strength to be nearly on par with mine. Since that's the case, let’s end this warm-up! Next, let me show you just how terrifying my strength truly is..."
Wang Jie's light laughter echoed through the Duel Arena as a powerful beam of Mystical Energy surged violently from his body into the sky...
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