Chapter 42

Looking at the two young men standing on the high platform, all the eyes present shifted over with great interest. They were also very curious to know whether this young man, who had once again created a miracle after three years, had made such terrifying progress in combat techniques as well.

In the VIP seats, Xiao Zhan frowned as he looked at Xiao Ning, who had stepped up to challenge. His expression was somewhat unpleasant. Although Xiao Yan's Combat Qi had exceeded his expectations, he had never seen the latter seek out the family's combat instructors to learn combat techniques.

It must be understood that combat techniques are different from the initial stages of Combat Qi cultivation. Low-level Yellow Rank combat techniques could still be cultivated through self-exploration, but some intermediate and high-level Yellow Rank combat techniques required specialized instruction from the family's combat instructors. However, over the past few years, Xiao Zhan had never heard the family's combat instructors mention that Xiao Yan had ever sought them out to learn combat techniques. Instead, Xiao Ning was a frequent visitor.

According to Xiao Zhan's understanding, Xiao Ning, who had reached the Eighth Level of Combat Qi this year, had already mastered at least three intermediate Yellow Rank and one high-level Yellow Rank combat techniques. These combat techniques were enough to make him a formidable opponent among peers of the same level. In this match, Xiao Yan seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"Hehe, Clan Leader Xiao, do you think Young Master Xiao Yan can win?" Yafei, who was standing beside Xiao Zhan, asked with a light laugh, her eyes fixed on the scene.

Xiao Zhan slowly suppressed the anger he felt due to Xiao Ning and smiled faintly. "Yan'er is not very proficient in combat techniques, and he has only recently reached the Eighth Level of Combat Qi. Facing Xiao Ning, who has been at this level for a full year, his chances of winning are not very high."

"Oh, is that so?" Yafei's alluring eyes flickered, and she blinked her long lashes. Her beautiful eyes, slightly lazy, gazed at the calm black-robed young man in the arena. Her red lips suddenly curled, and her charming face, filled with a mature allure, smiled brightly. "For some reason, I have full confidence in Young Master Xiao Yan. I believe he will definitely win."

Xiao Zhan was taken aback, seemingly surprised by her confidence. He smiled and shook his head. "Then I'll take Miss Yafei's good words."

...

Looking at Xiao Yan, who stood casually before him, Xiao Ning sneered, slowly clenching his fists. A faint Combat Qi circulated rapidly within his body, bringing a wave of powerful force.

After a brief silence, Xiao Ning's foot stomped the ground, and his figure rushed straight toward Xiao Yan, who was just a few steps away. As he rushed, Xiao Ning's palms slightly curled, and his sharp nails glinted with a cold light.

When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning suddenly stopped, his right claw drawing a cunning arc, aiming directly for Xiao Yan's throat. "Intermediate Yellow Rank Combat Technique: Claw Strike!"

Xiao Yan looked calmly at the rapidly approaching hand, and without haste, he raised his palm. His slightly curled palm suddenly spread open, and a powerful thrust force erupted...

Under this sudden and powerful thrust, Xiao Ning's expression changed, and his body was hit as if by a heavy hammer. He retreated over ten steps before finally stopping, looking rather disheveled.

On the high platform, Xiao Zhan's expression was slightly surprised as he watched this scene. Yafei, standing beside him, smiled gracefully, elegantly lifting the white jade teacup in front of her. She opened her red lips and took a small sip.

"This little guy is really hiding his true abilities..." Yafei murmured to herself, a charming smile on her lips.

"You... What combat technique is this?" Xiao Ning, feeling a slight tightness in his chest, his expression changed, and he asked with a fierce but inwardly fearful voice.

Xiao Yan glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his eyes to look at his own palm. Although the name "Blowfire Palm" sounded unpleasant, the powerful thrust force it generated was indeed very satisfying to Xiao Yan.

Seeing that Xiao Yan ignored him, Xiao Ning's face twitched, and he gritted his teeth, charging at Xiao Yan again, filled with anger.

Xiao Yan's outstretched palm did not close. He narrowed his eyes, watching Xiao Ning approach, and a cold smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

His right hand, which was spread out, suddenly clenched, and a fierce suction force shot out from his palm. "Mystic Rank Combat Technique: Suction Palm!"

Seeing Xiao Yan clench his hand again, Xiao Ning's feet instinctively gripped the ground. However, before the thrust force arrived, a suction force pulled him forward.

His body drew an arc in the air, crashing straight into Xiao Yan, who had a mysterious smile on his lips.

Although he was pulled by the suction force, when Xiao Ning saw Xiao Yan getting closer, he could not help but smile. He quickly gathered Combat Qi in his fist.

"Iron Mountain Fist!" With a roar, Xiao Ning's fist clenched tightly, and a sharp wind-cutting force sounded in the air, then struck Xiao Yan's shoulder. From the look of it, if he hit, Xiao Yan's arm would definitely suffer a severe injury. It seemed that this guy had not held back from the beginning.

Iron Mountain Fist is a high-level Yellow Rank combat technique with considerable power, requiring at least the Seventh Level of Combat Qi to qualify for cultivation.

Feeling the sharp force with his narrowed eyes, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled, and the flow of Combat Qi in his body suddenly changed. "Mystic Rank Combat Technique: Blowfire Palm!"

As the words left his mind, a fierce thrust force erupted from Xiao Yan's palm again.

"Bang!" The air rippled slightly, and an invisible counter-thrust force struck Xiao Ning's body, which was rushing over. The clash of the two opposing forces instantly made his face turn pale.

"Spit."

In the end, the thrust force overpowered the suction force. After a brief moment of resistance, Xiao Ning was directly thrown to the ground, sliding over ten meters before finally stopping. At the same time, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

Looking at the limp Xiao Ning on the ground and glancing at the slightly quiet scene, Xiao Yan slowly lowered his hand and exhaled faintly. "You lost..."

(Third update, a bit late, sorry!)