Chapter 93

After a brief chat, Yunhuang and Meng Jing left, and Jiang Ping'an continued to focus on his cultivation.

He stimulated the blood qi in his body, attempting to break through the hundredth acupoint.

The surging blood qi roared like a river, and his body emitted a red glow.

*Peng*

The hundredth acupoint was opened.

The energy in his body began to uncontrollably gather at the dantian, emitting a terrifying aura.

It was about to form a blood dan!

Jiang Ping'an's face changed drastically. If a blood dan formed, he would lose his eligibility to compete.

However, he couldn't stop!

What should he do?

Jiang Ping'an gritted his teeth and, with a determined heart, stimulated the spiritual qi within his body, transforming it into a sharp sword and slashing it.

*Peng*

The blood dan exploded, and the terrifying energy nearly tore Jiang Ping'an apart. Blood marks appeared on his abdomen, and several bones shattered.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, the blood dan was destroyed, and the breakthrough failed.

Jiang Ping'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

The hundredth acupoint was opened.

Jiang Ping'an took a healing pill and continued to attempt to break through the 101st acupoint.

Half an hour later, the blood qi in Jiang Ping'an's body once again uncontrollably gathered to form a blood dan.

Jiang Ping'an again stimulated the spiritual qi and slashed the blood dan, causing the breakthrough to fail.

He wouldn't form a blood dan until he had opened 360 acupoints.

Since others could form a blood dan after opening 360 acupoints, he could do it too!

Jiang Ping'an continued to heal.

After recovering, he resumed his attempts to break through the acupoints.

Acupoint opened... Blood dan formed... Blood dan exploded... Reattempt to break through the acupoint...

Jiang Ping'an began an endless cycle.

It was just a bit painful, but he could buy more healing pills later.

If other martial artists knew about Jiang Ping'an's actions, they would cry.

They struggled so hard to form a blood dan, but Jiang Ping'an deliberately destroyed it to prevent a breakthrough.

It was simply unjust.

The second round of the competition ended, and only thirteen out of the twenty-five participants remained.

These thirteen would each fight twelve matches, and their rankings would be determined by the number of victories.

The three with the fewest victories would be eliminated, and the remaining ten would advance.

The final rankings would determine the rewards.

The qualifiers would participate in the Divine Island Battle a few months later.

However, before that, they had the opportunity to enter the Netherworld Secret Realm.

Whether they could obtain the Netherworld inheritance would depend on their own fate.

In the VIP box of the arena, Xia Qing looked at the few geniuses behind her with a radiant smile.

Five of the thirteen were hers!

The Divine Phoenix Body Yunhuang, the Soul Cultivator Fang Xing, the Ten Thousand Gold Body Jin Lin, and the Thunder Spirit Body Meng Jing.

And the incomprehensible Jiang Ping'an.

This was a very impressive record.

The other counties seemed dim in comparison.

As long as these few geniuses won in the Divine Island Battle, Xia Qing could take credit and return to the imperial city!

"Relax, you five will definitely make it into the top ten. If Jiang Ping'an is eliminated, just let him win a few times to boost his record."

Xia Qing's only concern was Jiang Ping'an.

She couldn't gauge his strength and wasn't sure if he could defeat the others.

Jin Lin and Fang Xing's expressions changed.

Was this too much favoritism towards Jiang Ping'an?

Could it be true, as rumored, that Jiang Ping'an had a relationship with the princess?

Given the princess's strong personality, she must be the dominant one...

"Jiang Ping'an, get ready to go on stage. You're up first today."

Xia Qing reminded him, "Wang Lan is a cultivator who likes to drag out battles. Several powerful geniuses have been worn down by him. If you can end the fight quickly, do so."

"Understood."

Jiang Ping'an nodded, left the VIP box, and entered the arena.

The eyes of millions of spectators fell on him.

"Is this the kept man of the Ninth Princess?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, do you want to die?"

"I thought he was a genius. If I had enough resources, I could stand there too."

"Such a person doesn't deserve to be here. Let Wang Lan beat him down quickly!"

Many people were jealous of Jiang Ping'an, believing that his strength was due to Xia Qing's favor, and he didn't deserve to be called a genius or stand on the stage.

Jiang Ping'an's opponent looked very amiable, wearing a green robe and smiling.

This was Wang Lan.

Wang Lan smiled and bowed, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, it's an honor to meet you."

"Back then, I almost chose to cultivate the Wuji Fist, but its offensive power was too weak, so I ultimately chose the Flowing Water Fist."

"I hope Fellow Daoist Jiang can show me how strong the Wuji Fist is."

Jiang Ping'an bowed and said calmly, "Please guide me."

The beautiful female referee in the air announced, "The top ten competition begins!"

Wang Lan took the initiative to attack. His fist speed didn't seem particularly fast, but the air currents around him were wildly surging, and the gravel on the ground seemed to be affected.

This was a deceptive fist technique, and one could easily fall for it.

Jiang Ping'an countered with the Wuji Fist.

Neither of their attacks was fast, and even a Qi Condensation cultivator could see clearly.

The momentum wasn't overwhelming, unlike previous matches where the ground shook and divine light filled the sky, causing a terrifying disturbance.

Their attacks were simple but flawless.

The Flowing Water Fist, a soft fist technique, was famous for its ability to counter attacks.

It was defensive but also had offensive capabilities.

It was similar to the Wuji Fist but lacked the Wuji Fist's ability to use the opponent's attack against them.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang's fist technique is impressive," Wang Lan praised, continuously throwing punches.

"Fellow Daoist Wang's fist technique is also remarkable," Jiang Ping'an could sense the flawless defense in Wang Lan's technique.

Their fists continuously collided, appearing to lack power, but only those who experienced it knew how dangerous it was.

However, both sides deflected the attacks, so the true power wasn't visible.

Time flew by, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The spectators in the stands couldn't help but yawn.

"So boring, is this a battle of the top ten geniuses? Why is there no excitement? No flashy moves either."

"Jiang Ping'an has already fallen into Wang Lan's trap. Wang Lan has a very bizarre technique, and his spiritual qi reserves are very abundant."

"I hate watching Wang Lan's matches. Last time, it took three hours for him to deplete his opponent's spiritual qi."

"I'm going to cultivate. Call me when the match is over."

Many cultivators were so bored that they started meditating.

Xia Qing watched the battle, her eyebrows furrowed. She increasingly suspected that Jiang Ping'an had a rebellious bone.

"I told him to end the fight quickly, but he's engaging in a prolonged battle with Wang Lan. This is exactly what Wang Lan wants. He's not listening at all."

"Your Highness, you might be misunderstanding Brother Jiang," Jin Lin said.

"What do you mean?"

Xia Qing turned back, noticing the sympathetic looks on the faces of the geniuses behind her.

This sympathy was definitely not for Jiang Ping'an.

Jin Lin smiled and explained, "During the selection in Blackwind City, Brother Jiang spent the last month challenging the rankings, and he fought a war of attrition with the other geniuses."

"From the 29th floor to the 11th floor, each one was defeated by Brother Jiang depleting their energy."

Xia Qing was stunned. There was such a thing?

She had only seen Jiang Ping'an's battle with Ma Wei, where he instantly killed Ma Wei.

She didn't realize that in the previous challenges, each genius was worn down by Jiang Ping'an.

This meant that Jiang Ping'an was very skilled at wars of attrition.

Xia Qing's gaze returned to the arena.

How long would they fight? Who would last longer?

Wang Lan was a spiritual cultivator with more energy reserves than a physical cultivator, so he might have an advantage.

However, Jiang Ping'an still had a chance, though it was small.