Chapter 32

The sky was clear, without a single cloud, and the deep blue of the heavens, tinged by the sun's rays, was covered with a layer of pale purple sky.

In the west of the city, there were several huge arenas.

These arenas were used by the Rong family's descendants for martial arts competitions during the annual grand tournament. However, if there were grudges between fellow disciples, they could also engage in a fair fight here to settle their disputes.

Of course, these arenas were not available for just anyone to use.

Even Rong Kaixin had to apply a day in advance to secure the use of one of the arenas.

At noon, when Rong Kaixuan arrived at the arena with his grandfather and others, he found that Rong Yitie and his son had already been waiting for a long time.

However, what puzzled him was that Rong Kaixie was not there.

Seeing Rong Jielin in person, Rong Yitie's expression changed slightly. He chuckled dryly, "Hehe, I didn't expect that a minor dispute among the younger generation would actually alarm Uncle Lin. I apologize."

Rong Jielin looked at him coldly and said, "Kaixuan is my grandson. Hmph, I naturally can't stand by and watch him be bullied." He paused and then continued, "I heard that your nephew has a significant grudge against my third son and Kaixuan. Do you want me to personally apologize to you?"

Rong Yitie cursed inwardly, calling him an old man who relied on his age to bully others. However, he forced a smile and said, "Uncle Lin, you're joking. I didn't know that the Yiyang brothers were your disciples. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had a conflict with them."

"Hmph." Rong Jielin snorted lightly and said, "Forget it. Since your son has challenged Kaixuan, let's settle this on the arena today." He spoke more gently, "After today's battle, I hope our two families can turn swords into plowshares and no longer fight."

This rule was established by the Rong family's ancestors.

After all, the Rong family was large and had many descendants, but resources were limited, so conflicts were inevitable.

When the Rong family's ancestors were alive, they established a rule that if there were grudges, they could be settled on the arena. After one battle, the grudges would be cleared.

Because of this rule, over the years, although the Rong family could not avoid internal conflicts, they were still able to maintain their unity without any major splits.

Rong Yitie nodded repeatedly and said, "Uncle Lin is right. We are all Rong family descendants, after all. Blood is thicker than water." He turned his head and said in a formal manner, "Xin, after today's battle, regardless of the outcome, this matter will be over. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Rong Kaixin lowered his head and responded. However, in his lowered gaze, a fierce and lethal glint flashed.

"Bang..."

A crisp sound echoed on the arena, and a middle-aged man with a blank expression said, "The time has come. You may use the arena."

This man was a warrior responsible for managing and maintaining the arena. Although his cultivation was far inferior to Rong Jielin's, he was in charge today.

Rong Jielin nodded lightly and gave Rong Kaixuan a look, whispering, "Be careful."

"Okay, Grandfather, don't worry."

Rong Kaixuan's figure flickered, and he quickly jumped onto the arena.

Rong Yitie and his son were slightly taken aback. For some reason, they felt that this boy's movements seemed more agile than a month ago.

However, at this point, they had no reason to back down.

Rong Kaixin growled and, with a powerful kick, leaped onto the arena like a spreading eagle.

The middle-aged man looked at both sides and said, "Today's arena battle is arbitrated by me. You may use your full strength, but once one side concedes, the other must immediately stop." He paused and added, "If anyone violates this rule, don't blame me for taking severe action."

Rong Kaixuan and Rong Kaixin both responded, but what they were thinking was unknown.

The middle-aged man slowly stepped off the arena and tapped a small copper bell in the corner, producing a pleasant sound.

"The battle begins."

Rong Kaixin's eyes lit up, and without a word, he charged at Rong Kaixuan like a bolt of lightning.

He was a mid-stage warrior, while the other was a Spirit Practitioner, so he naturally had to get close to fight.

Rong Kaixuan smiled slightly and raised a finger, a faint light flickering on it.

Seeing this light, Rong Kaixin was greatly alarmed. He let out a strange cry and, instead of advancing, retreated at a speed even faster than his charge.

The middle-aged man supervising the battle was taken aback. He looked at Rong Kaixuan's finger and wondered if this was some new skill he had never heard of.

Rong Kaixuan laughed and said, "Brother Kaixin, my Spirit Force Bullet isn't even formed yet. You're overreacting."

During their previous conflict, Rong Kaixuan had released a Spirit Force Bullet, and Rong Kaixin, caught off guard, had been knocked unconscious. He remembered this vividly and was extremely wary of the Spirit Force Bullet. Therefore, when he saw Rong Kaixuan about to release it again, he retreated like a startled bird.

However, after hearing Rong Kaixuan's words, he realized he had been tricked.

A fierce look appeared on his face, and Rong Kaixin clenched his teeth and charged again. Midway, he punched forward, the wind from his punch fierce as the thick true qi of a mid-stage warrior was fully released.

Rong Kaixuan mocked him verbally but did not dare to be careless.

His finger moved again, and the light immediately expanded, forming a basketball-sized light ball.

"Go."

The light ball flickered and flew toward Rong Kaixin.

The power of a Spirit Practitioner came from their ability to harness the power of heaven and earth.

In this light ball, Rong Kaixuan's own spirit force was negligible, but the heavenly spirit force it attracted was formidable.

This time, Rong Kaixin did not dodge. His fist suddenly lit up, and a fist shadow instantly formed, separating from his fist and colliding with the light ball.

"Bang..."

After a crisp sound, the fist shadow and the light ball disappeared simultaneously.

Rong Kaixuan was slightly taken aback. What kind of ability was this? Could a mid-stage warrior have such profound true qi?

Below the arena, Rong Jielin's expression darkened, and he said, "Yitie, your family has really made progress, using a spirit weapon for a mid-stage warrior. Hmph, isn't that a bit of overkill?"

Rong Yitie chuckled and said, "Uncle Lin, you misunderstood. This is a gift from Kaixie to his brother for self-defense, so he won't be bullied and lose face for his brother."

Rong Jielin snorted and said, "Winning with a spirit weapon is not a fair victory."

Rong Yitie smiled indifferently and said, "Even if it's not a fair victory, it's better than losing."

A cold smile appeared on Rong Jielin's and his son's faces. They thought to themselves,

No wonder Rong Kaixin had the courage to challenge. It was because he had a spirit weapon. However, Kaixuan could summon a spirit fighter, so he might not lose.

"Ha ha." Rong Kaixin laughed loudly, his eyes shining as he roared, "Boy, your Spirit Force Bullet is nothing. Take this."

He glared fiercely at the other and punched again, the same fist shadow appearing and flying toward Rong Kaixuan at lightning speed.

Rong Kaixuan's brows furrowed, and a strange feeling spread through his body.

At this moment, his body instinctively reacted.

His figure flickered, and he moved to the left, his body slightly tilted. This simple movement allowed him to avoid the flying fist shadow.

The heart of a warrior was a powerful ability deeply ingrained in a warrior's instincts.

This was the first time Rong Kaixuan had used this ability, but it had already proven effective in battle.

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged man watching the battle was slightly taken aback. His body tensed, and his eyes became sharp.

However, he was not sure if this was the special ability that warriors dreamed of.

"Hmph, let's see how many times you can dodge." Rong Kaixin sneered and punched repeatedly, releasing fist shadows from his fists that instantly engulfed Rong Kaixuan.

However, Rong Kaixuan protected his chest with his hands, and his body swayed continuously with his steps.

He moved like he was walking on a thin wire, and the swaying motion made people worry that he would fall and be crushed to pieces at any moment.

However, after a moment, everyone's expressions became strange.

Rong Kaixuan, who seemed to be in a precarious position, emerged unscathed from the barrage of fist shadows. On the contrary, Rong Kaixin, due to the intense use of the spirit weapon, was now breathing heavily from the excessive consumption of true qi.

Rong Kaixuan stood still, and after a moment of eye contact, he said, "Can you still hold on? Let's go again."

The crowd below was in an uproar. What did this boy think the arena battle was?

Rong Kaixin's face was pale, but a sense of unease rose in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, he said fiercely, "Rong Kaixuan, you coward who only knows how to dodge, don't you dare to face me in a fair fight?"

Rong Kaixuan blinked and said, "Sure, take off your boxing gloves and give them to me, and then we can have a fair fight."

Although he didn't know what a spirit weapon was, his warrior's instinct had easily drawn his attention to the strange boxing gloves on the other's hands.

To be honest, he was quite curious and envious of this thing. If the other really gave it to him, he wouldn't mind accepting it with a smile.

"Ha ha..."

Rong Jielin and the others burst into laughter, and even the middle-aged man responsible for supervision couldn't help but smile.

In the distance, Wang Xiaoxiao, hidden in the shade, revealed a faint smile. This little junior brother was really quite amusing.

Rong Kaixin's face was pale, and he roared, "Fine, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish." He reached into his pocket and, when he pulled out his hand, he held a thin talisman.