Chapter 49

Across from him, Tang Gu saw this scene, remained calm, and smiled slightly. His figure moved slightly, transforming into a light breeze to evade the pale green finger force.

Immediately, he drew his sword and struck out, colliding with the thumb-sized white jade mountain in mid-air.

With a "boom," Tang Gu's figure remained still, but the white jade mountain suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless pale white light points that gradually disappeared in the air.

Across from him, the tall young man's eyes turned stern: "Excellent swordsmanship!"

As he spoke, he did not dare to be negligent, and with a series of "chi, chi, chi..." he pointed out more than a dozen times in quick succession.

Streams of green finger light condensed into thumb-sized mountain-shaped shadows in mid-air, like hundreds of chess pieces, instantly striking Tang Gu's entire body.

A severe cold aura surged out, and the temperature on the entire platform instantly dropped by several degrees.

Across from him, Tang Gu, seeing this, instantly waved his left hand, and a thin layer of pale blue light silently rose, enveloping his entire body.

Tang Gu lightly flicked his finger, and instantly, countless dark red flames rose from all the blue light.

Tang Gu lightly tapped his finger... countless thin ice chips, square in shape, immediately scattered in all directions, like petals dancing in the air. The dark red flames burned on the ice chips, covering the entire platform.

For a moment, countless ghostly flames appeared on the platform, floating in the air, colliding with the white jade mountain shadows in mid-air.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof..."

A series of muffled sounds echoed, and all the white jade mountain shadows disintegrated one by one. Across from him, the tall young man's eyes widened in shock, disbelieving: "Secret Technique Realm? No, Half-Step Secret Technique Realm!"

Across from him, Tang Gu smiled slightly, unwilling to waste more words. His figure leaped, transforming into a pale white light, instantly crossing dozens of steps on the platform to reach the tall young man. He lightly punched out with his left hand.

"Poof!"

In the air, a faint muffled sound echoed, and the surrounding space collapsed like a snow mountain, causing a small spatial collapse.

Across from him, the tall young man realized the danger and hurriedly exerted his strength. A yellow light flashed on his body, forming a pale yellow halo that enveloped him.

However, it was too late.

With a "bang," the punch hit his chest, and the yellow halo disappeared instantly, unable to withstand the blow.

The tall young man grunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and fell heavily off the platform. In mid-air, the light in his eyes quickly faded and dimmed.

One blow, and he was severely injured.

Number 27, Fang Tongsu, defeated!

Tang Gu, victorious!

An elder walked onto the platform and announced Tang Gu's victory. Below the platform, several inner courtyard disciples who had unexpectedly witnessed the battle immediately let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

"Frost Finger" Fang Tongsu, although not among the top ten disciples in the entire inner courtyard, was certainly not an unknown figure.

For such a powerful expert to be unable to last a few moves against Tang Gu, a newly admitted inner courtyard disciple, could not help but cause a stir among the onlookers.

Tang Gu's sudden rise to prominence meant that, regardless of the outcome of the subsequent battles, he would gain considerable fame among the inner courtyard disciples.

Everyone was discussing, pointing at Tang Gu, and asking about his name, clearly having not paid much attention to him before.

Seeing this, Tang Gu was not surprised. He smiled slightly, walked off the platform, and ignored the group of inner courtyard disciples who were crowding around him, heading instead toward Yan Shan.

He had noticed that, because he had ended his battle relatively early, the battle on Platform 14 between Yan Shan and his opponent was still ongoing and had not yet concluded.

However, it seemed to be nearing its end.

Upon closer inspection, Tang Gu was somewhat surprised to see that Yan Shan had maintained the upper hand throughout the battle against his opponent, although this advantage was not obvious. He had consistently pressed his opponent, displaying remarkable strength.

Across from him was a yellow-robed inner courtyard disciple, also of considerable cultivation, at the late Second Stage of Qi Dao, using a powerful technique called "Destruction Dragon Fist."

However, Yan Shan seemed to have already broken through to the peak of the Second Stage of Qi Dao, just a step away from the early Third Stage.

Clearly, in the past few months, not only had Tang Gu made progress, but the cultivation of other inner courtyard disciples had also advanced significantly. Yan Shan was one of the most outstanding among them.

Moreover, he was no longer using the "Seven Steps King Fist" but a Second-Class Low-Grade Fist Technique called "Blazing Sun Ghost Fist."

This Second-Class Low-Grade Fist Technique, like the "Seven Steps King Fist," was expansive and powerful, perfectly suited to his constitution.

However, there was a difference. The difference lay in the addition of the word "Ghost."

This single word "Ghost" added a layer of suppleness to the technique, making it appear gentle and elusive, mysterious and unpredictable. Although it was equally dominant, it added countless variations of hardness and softness, forcing his opponent to retreat step by step, feeling utterly frustrated.

After just a few glances, Tang Gu could see that Yan Shan would surely win!

Sure enough, after a dozen more moves, Yan Shan punched through his opponent's defensive arms. His left fist twisted slightly and struck his opponent's chest from an impossible angle.

"Bang!"

A muffled groan echoed, and the yellow-robed inner courtyard disciple's eyes flashed with a look of unwillingness, but it was too late. A powerful force enveloped him, and he fell heavily off the platform, his face filled with disbelief and misfortune.

Below the platform, when Yan Shan's victory was seen, there was another uproar. This was another new disciple, besides Tang Gu, who had defeated a veteran inner courtyard disciple. Although this yellow-robed disciple was not as famous as "Frost Finger" Fang Tongsu, he was still formidable.

Tang Gu and Yan Shan both successfully advanced to the top 31.

Next, the competition for the top 15 would begin.

Yan Shan walked off the platform and immediately saw Tang Gu waiting there, which surprised him: "Did you lose so quickly?"

Tang Gu smiled slightly and said, "No, I won, just like you."

"Ah?"

Yan Shan was startled, then laughed heartily and punched him in the chest: "You little rascal, you were even faster than me. Come on, let's go see the other matches."

"Okay."

Tang Gu agreed and walked with Yan Shan to the other platforms.

A short while later, the first round of battles on all platforms concluded, and the top 31 were determined. Tang Gu, Yan Shan, Li Youxue, Xiao Qingbi, Yuan Suichen, Yi Yuer, and others were all included.

However, a shocking situation also emerged... One of the top ten inner courtyard disciples, ranked fifth, "Silver Sword" Du Zhongjing, was defeated on the platform by an ordinary inner courtyard disciple who was only at the Second Stage of Qi Dao, without even being able to launch a single move.

This news instantly shook the entire Autumn Dao Martial Academy. Tang Gu was in the middle of a match at the time and did not see it, but he could imagine.

He smiled slightly, not surprised, and ignored the dejected "Silver Sword" Du Zhongjing, who disappeared in a daze, waiting quietly for the next battle.

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