Chapter 64

"Wow, so fast!"

Li Chen's pupils constricted slightly, realizing he had underestimated Yang Haotian, but that didn't mean he was afraid. He lightly tapped his feet, moving as agilely as a swallow in the wind. Instantly, he pushed the Youfeng Step to its limit, combining it with the formidable power of his second-stage Spirit Body. Even without using true qi to enhance himself, he was no less formidable than the powerful Yang Haotian.

Clang! Clang!

Amidst the radiating light, the golden glow and the golden-red light collided instantly. The two of them exchanged blows over a dozen times in a split second, leaving the inner disciples, who lacked sufficient cultivation, dazzled and confused.

However, the elite disciples and the senior elite disciples who had come to congratulate them gradually became more serious.

Although the two combatants in the arena were only teenagers, experts could instinctively compare themselves. If they were in the same situation, with the same conditions, how would they fare?

The answer was clear. Even though they were all geniuses with high standards, they had to admit that they absolutely couldn't match the two.

Sss! Sss!

Amidst the audience's shock and amazement, the aura in the arena shot out. True qi practitioners at the Refining True stage couldn't yet make their true qi attack from a distance, unless they had reached the peak of the Refining True stage or had cultivated an extremely rare technique.

But as the two exchanged blows, the true qi they released collided, leaving scratches on the stone floor and occasionally sparking, displaying astonishing power.

"In my opinion, Li Chen is about to lose. Senior Brother Yang Haotian has a middle-grade spirit sword in his hand, which, combined with his metal-attribute true qi, greatly increases his offensive power. His cultivation techniques are also extremely refined. I heard that a few days ago, even a middle-stage Refining True instructor couldn't do anything to him!"

In the crowd, a disciple said confidently.

"Even a middle-stage Refining True instructor couldn't beat him? That's too powerful!"

Several people around him exclaimed in amazement.

"Hmph, I don't think Senior Brother Yang Haotian can win against Senior Brother Li. Even before he broke through to the Refining True stage, he could fight Senior Brother Zhang Chulong to a draw. Now that he has broken through, his cultivation must have improved even more!"

Some people were不服气 (unwilling to admit defeat).

"Senior Brother Yang will definitely win!"

"Senior Brother Li will win!"

The two sides argued heatedly, even getting angry, and forgot about the match, retreating to the back of the crowd to settle the matter with force.

It must be said that blind admiration is indeed terrifying. Even matters that have nothing to do with them can lead to life-and-death disputes.

"Storm Kill!"

"Tiger Tooth Bite!"

"Storm Break!"

Li Chen's fists were like fierce tigers, bringing with them fierce gusts of wind as he unleashed the two major martial arts he had cultivated to perfection.

He seemed like a god of fire come to life, clashing with the golden sword light, producing a series of clanging sounds like metal striking metal.

Yang Haotian was quite surprised. He was very clear about his own cultivation, whether it was his techniques or martial arts, they were all top-notch.

Just the purity of his true qi was absolutely higher than that of his peers, even surpassing that of ordinary middle-stage Refining True practitioners.

But facing Li Chen's martial arts, whether in terms of proficiency or the quality of true qi, he was no less than Yang Haotian. This was clearly not the work of a servant or a wild practitioner; it was the result of focused cultivation within the sect.

What Yang Haotian didn't know was that Li Chen had spent over a decade cultivating the Tiger Roar Fist and had practiced the Storm Fist on the cliff top for half a year without interruption, surpassing his teacher.

The two techniques, though only intermediate and advanced, when performed by him, could match middle-grade mystical martial arts, especially when combined with his pure true qi and second-stage Spirit Body.

"Golden Star Point Kill!"

The two exchanged dozens of blows, neither showing any signs of fatigue. Yang Haotian, who prided himself on being the number one genius of the Xuan Yun Sect, grew impatient and, with a tremble of his spirit sword, used a killing move he had not yet mastered.

Buzz! Sss!

Instantly, the area within a ten-foot radius was filled with dazzling golden stars, a beautiful yet deadly scene.

"Flaw! Open up!"

Though young, Li Chen had rich combat experience. In a moment, he found a slight delay in the dozens of golden points rushing at him.

His fists moved swiftly, and with a buzzing sound, a mass of air explosions gathered, forming an increasingly larger air current that rushed towards the dozens of star points.

Clang! Clang!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the dust rose in the arena, and the golden stars were extinguished by the air current, even threatening to spread towards Yang Haotian.

Seeing this, everyone knew the outcome was decided!

"Hmph, you underestimated me!"

Yang Haotian sneered, and his spirit sword trembled, the golden points disappearing. Suddenly, the sword body appeared, piercing through the greatly weakened hurricane current.

This was the true killing move of the Golden Star Point Kill!

Sss!

The air seemed to be pierced by the sword, which aimed at the defenseless Li Chen behind the air current.

"Oh no!"

The senior elite disciples, though they found the two somewhat arrogant, would never allow any injuries, as both were the sect's geniuses and future pillars.

But it was too late to stop it now!

"I've been waiting for you!"

Li Chen's eyes narrowed. Amidst the audience's exclamations, his seemingly helpless body suddenly twisted, and his right hand directly grasped the sharp golden sword.

A sharp sound rang out, and sparks flew as he drew the sword. In Yang Haotian's astonished gaze, a fist seemed to grow infinitely large.

Bang!

A dull sound, and Yang Haotian was sent flying.

Immediately, without any visible movement, Li Chen leaped up, his fists raining down like raindrops, striking Yang Haotian's body with each blow.

Thud!

After being hit countless times, Yang Haotian landed, and Li Chen used the rebound force to fly back, landing steadily on the ground, looking incredibly graceful.

He frowned slightly, unconsciously looking at his right palm, where blood was seeping through, clearly injured by the middle-grade spirit sword.

"Looks like I need a higher-grade glove!"

He made a mental note, but on his face, he showed concern, leaning forward, "Kid, are you okay?"

As the saying goes, don't hit someone's face. Li Chen had already beaten him up, and now he was rubbing salt in the wound. Anyone would be unable to bear it.

Thud!

Yang Haotian, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly got up and staggered out of the crowd, spitting out a mouthful of blood, whether from internal injuries or not.

"Kid, you did well. Next time, I'll let you have three moves!"

Li Chen was purely trying to infuriate him. Only he knew that Yang Haotian had no internal injuries, as the last dozen punches did not use true qi and did not even use one-tenth of the power of a second-stage Spirit Body.

If there were any injuries, it was because Yang Haotian had used an immature sword technique.

The disciples were dumbfounded. Although Yang Haotian left with his face covered, the purple bruises on his face clearly showed that he had been beaten into a pig's head by Li Chen, so ashamed that he even left his spirit sword behind.

The two servant female disciples quickly picked up the spirit sword and chased after him.

Seeing Li Chen wave his hand calmly, the disciples shivered. This new genius was not only ugly but also had a twisted mind.

Winning was one thing, but beating someone into a pig's head and then rubbing salt in the wound was truly "vicious"!