Chapter 87

Bang!

As Wang Xian just made his move, a dense and intense aura of slaughter immediately enveloped the arena, suppressing Cao Meng's aura. In that instant, it seemed to everyone that the arena was no longer just an arena, but a battlefield where thousands of soldiers were fiercely fighting.

"This Cao Meng... seems very unaccustomed to this killing aura."

Lü Ling, accompanying Yang Ji, spoke with the attitude of discussing current events.

"Hmm."

Yang Ji raised an eyebrow and nodded. Cao Meng's strength was not weak, although he was a bit inferior to Wang Xian, it wasn't to the point where he would be suppressed from the start.

Wang Xian's aura, like that of a battlefield, clearly made him uncomfortable.

"Pingchuan County is on the frontier, far from the battlefield. Everyone at most just competes in martial arts, and there is no experience of battlefield slaughter. It's natural for them to be unable to adapt to the killing aura of military personnel."

Yang Ji fell silent, deep in thought.

The intense and brutal aura passed down by military families is something no clan or force can have. If one cannot adapt to such powerful pressure, they will be intimidated before the battle even begins, and that's already a third of the battle lost.

"I have also experienced the trials of life and death, and fought against fierce bandits. I wonder if I can withstand this kind of battlefield aura."

Yang Ji thought to himself.

The killing aura on Wang Xian was so intense that even Yang Ji, watching from the sidelines, felt a chill, let alone Cao Meng who was facing him directly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The arena became the center of a storm, with Wang Xian and Cao Meng colliding like two fierce beasts. Their speed was so fast that their figures were almost indistinguishable, only two blurry masses of black and red qi could be seen.

The red qi naturally belonged to Cao Meng, while the black mist, Yang Ji guessed, was the effect of Wang Xian's "Black Sha Fist."

"Fast, fierce, and accurate, this guy is definitely a formidable opponent."

A flash of insight crossed Yang Ji's mind.

Wang Xian, born into a military family, displayed a strength that was stronger than any opponent he had faced, whether it was Shen Tong or Zhao Qi. Moreover, Wang Xian's combat experience was extremely rich, and Yang Ji, after observing for so long, found no weaknesses.

On the arena, the battle between Cao Meng and Wang Xian had entered a white-hot phase. Wang Xian's strength was indeed impressive, but Cao Meng was clearly not of the "Li Xing" caliber. Even though his aura was suppressed by Wang Xian, it wasn't easy for Wang Xian to defeat him.

"Almost there, Cao Meng is about to lose!"

Lü Ling suddenly said.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Almost simultaneously, as if in response to Lü Ling's judgment, the arena suddenly erupted with a violent roar. The powerful forces of the two men created a huge storm on the stage, with a violent gust of wind sweeping over a fifty-step radius, even making the heavy armor on Lü Ling's body rattle.

"Hum!"

Without warning, the two figures went from extreme movement to extreme stillness. Cao Meng maintained his pre-attack posture, eyes wide open, throat gurgling, with several blood holes on his body oozing blood. Wang Xian's two fingers, like arrows, were deeply embedded in his chest.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Wang Xian's serious and calm face, and Cao Meng's incredulous eyes, were deeply etched into everyone's mind.

Sss!

The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then a series of gasps echoed. Faced with this scene, many people felt a deep shock.

Boom!

When Cao Meng, eyes wide open, fell back like a wooden stake, the entire arena erupted in a roar. Everyone was stunned by Wang Xian.

Yang Ji was also shaken, staring at Wang Xian's bloodied fingers and calm face in surprise.

"Medic, medic!..."

The military officer in charge of the arena competition raised an eyebrow, took a few steps over, and pressed points on his body, then sprinkled some wound medicine for a rough treatment. Soon, a military doctor carried Cao Meng away.

The crowd buzzed with discussion. For most people, no matter how fierce the previous matches were, the final result was either the opponent being kicked off the stage or the opponent admitting defeat, acknowledging their inferiority.

This was the first time many people had seen blood in the martial arts examination. Wang Xian's final thrust left a deep impression, as human bodies are not tofu, but Wang Xian's fingers were the sharpest steel.

The martial arts examination held every three years is a competition for many, but for others, it is clearly not so.

"This guy is too strong!..."

Han Bin muttered. Although he had known Wang Xian's background, seeing his fingers pierce the opponent's body like a dagger was a first.

The previous opponents could only force Cao Meng to use his "Black Sha Fist," but not his ultimate skill. Clearly, Cao Meng was stronger than any opponent Wang Xian had faced before!

"Yang Ji, this Wang Xian is very dangerous. If you're not careful, you might not be his match."

Lü Ling, unusually serious, said.

None of the people here were as strong as her, and if it weren't for Yang Ji, she wouldn't have come. But even with Lü Ling's discerning eye, she had to admit that this martial arts examination had many strong competitors. At least this Wang Xian, she couldn't ignore.

"Indeed."

Yang Ji nodded, feeling the danger from Wang Xian was no less than Cao Meng on the arena:

"His martial skills are excellent, with few weaknesses, and his combat experience is exceptionally rich. To defeat him... his fist technique is extremely fierce and lacks flexibility. This might be the only chance to win."

Lü Ling turned to glance at Yang Ji, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"In half a year, it seems you've put in a lot of effort."

Lü Ling said with an approving look:

"However, you still need to be careful about his external training skills. His steel fingers are the result of drug training from a young age, which is both numb, painful, and itchy. Most people can't endure it. He can casually pierce through a human body, which requires at least ten years of hard training. It's not easy!"

Success is no accident. Lü Ling's family had deep roots, and she was well aware of Wang Xian's steel fingers.

Yang Ji nodded. There was no good way to deal with Wang Xian's ten steel fingers. The best method was to dodge his "steel fingers" and avoid being stabbed.

Cao Meng was injured because he fought with all his might. But if he did that, he would be hesitant in battle, and it would be hard to perform at full strength.

Yang Ji fell silent, feeling a heavy weight in his heart. He had to admit that Wang Xian's strength put immense pressure on him.

"There is no invincible martial skill in this world. Wang Xian is not the strongest in this martial arts examination. To enter the final and win, I must defeat him. There must be a way to counter him."

Yang Ji thought to himself.

The second round of the martial examination had only 24 people. Excluding those who were eliminated, he would almost have to face more than half of the 24 opponents.

Yang Ji had no way to avoid Wang Xian in the second round. Moreover, although Wang Xian was strong, he was only at the initial stage of organ training and had not yet completed the foundation, let alone reached the second level of "blood qi like a stream."

In this martial arts examination, not everyone could defeat him. But Yang Ji was at least certain that if he faced Li Chen, Li Chen could definitely defeat Wang Xian.

Wang Xian's ten "steel fingers" were certainly not more powerful than a large knife. Li Chen could defeat four bandits with knives, so he could also defeat Wang Xian.

"Cao Meng is injured, Wang Xian wins, the match continues!—"

Soon, after the inspection, the military officer announced the result.

According to the rules of the court, if a candidate kills another in the martial arts examination, even if they win, they will lose their qualification to participate.

This was to prevent the "martial arts examination" from becoming a bloody slaughter. Although Wang Xian's "steel fingers" were terrifying, he clearly controlled his attack and did not target Cao Meng's vital points.

Wang Xian, after hearing the announcement, left the arena with a calm expression, showing no change.

One after another, "experts" climbed onto the arena. Except for the surprise of "Li Xing," most of the subsequent performances were commendable.

"The next match, number 0043, Zuo Guangdou...—"

Hearing this name, Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up. In the dense crowd, a black figure leaped onto the arena in a flash.

This person wore a large conical hat and a black cloth, dressed entirely in black, looking sinister and bizarre.

As soon as this person appeared on the arena, the temperature of the entire venue dropped, and the crowd fell silent, feeling a sense of oppression.

Lü Ling, who had been indifferent, suddenly focused her gaze and became more serious.

"Dangerous, very dangerous...—"

Yang Ji stared at the black figure on the stage. This person gave him a more terrifying feeling than Wang Xian.

Zuo Guangdou's opponent also climbed onto the arena, a large and robust man who stood on the stage like a standing bear. Compared to his peers, he was clearly much taller.

Zuo Guangdou, standing opposite him, was clearly a head shorter.

The height advantage made him not particularly afraid of "Zuo Guangdou."

"The match begins!—"

As soon as the military officer's voice rang out, a blurry black figure moved like lightning, crossing half the arena.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Accompanied by a panicked, painful scream, the match ended. The tall, robust young man, who looked like a bear, had three deep, bone-visible sword wounds on his body, and the last sword pierced his chest, just beside his heart, piercing through his back and lifting him off the ground.

Too fast, too fast!...

Almost instantly, the tall, robust young man was lifted into the air like a rag doll, his chest bleeding, but he dared not move, as the "heart" was right next to him.

The scene was cruel, cold-blooded, and terrifying. Everyone could see the terror of death in the young man's eyes. Any slight movement would mean certain death.

The entire venue fell silent, and everyone was shocked, their feet cold.

If Wang Xian made people see "blood," then this candidate named "Zuo Guangdou" made everyone deeply understand what "helplessness" and "cruelty" meant.

"No, don't kill me...—"

The robust young man's plea chilled everyone's hearts. Many people wanted to say something, to voice their anger, but no sound came out.

This Zuo Guangdou... is too terrifying!

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