Chapter 15: Two Days Passed.

For these two days, Xu Wuzhou, with the help of the three hundred drops of blood-colored liquid, broke through another meridian. Now, the two rivers of qi and blood within his body surged with boundless power.

The grand competition arrived on this day, and many young scions from prominent families in Lin'an City headed to the competition venue.

"Is the grand competition about to start?

Aren't you going to the competition?"

Dai Yaoyao's heart had fully recovered. She looked at Xu Wuzhou, who was giving Yu Feng an acupuncture treatment, and couldn't help but ask.

"The yin evil in your body has been mostly dispelled. Although there are still some faint red spots, a good soak in hot water should completely clear them up."

Xu Wuzhou retracted the needle, shifted his gaze from Yu Feng to Dai Yaoyao, and replied, "I can't appear too approachable. I need to maintain my dignity when necessary."

Naturally, Xu Wuzhou wouldn't say that with his reputation, if he arrived early, most of the people present would likely want to kill him first.

Yu Feng, however, found this explanation reasonable: "Yes, our status only allows us to make a grand entrance at the end."

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In the outskirts of Lin'an City, there was a spacious stone platform.

At this moment, the heads and young scions of various prominent families had gathered here.

On the stone platform, young scions from different families continuously stepped up to duel, their qi and blood surging, explosions of power resounding with a series of loud booms.

Qin Li was also watching the stone platform, his face dark and gloomy.

The Qin family's young scions were not weak, but they had lost all five matches they had participated in.

Losing meant that the Qin family had to compromise with other families, representing a loss of interests.

Losing five matches in a row had significantly damaged the Qin family's interests.

"Father, shall I give it a try?"

Qin Qingmou, standing beside Qin Li, couldn't help but speak up, seeing the Qin family's consecutive losses.

Qin Li shook his head and said, "Although you have peak qi and blood strength, your cultivation in martial arts is only auxiliary. Unless you enter the path through literature, you won't be able to match these battle-hardened disciples."

"But our Qin family hasn't won a single match yet, which greatly affects our morale."

Qin Qingmou understood the family's situation. The Qin family was facing internal and external troubles and needed a major victory to boost morale.

Qin Li looked at Lin Qingshan beside him and asked, "Do you have confidence?"

"Don't worry, Uncle. I will definitely win against the Li family."

Lin Qingshan assured him, thinking that Qin Li was warning him that he would be held accountable if he lost.

Qin Li nodded; Lin Qingshan was not weak.

With the strength of the third level of the Later Heaven stage, there were only three or four people who could match him.

Moreover, Lin Qingshan was at the peak of the third level, giving him an advantage in terms of realm.

"Brother Qin, how about it?

Another match?

Let's bet on the market in the West City. If you win, I'll leave the West City. If I win, you leave the West City."

The head of the Li family, Li Wangfeng, suddenly turned to Qin Li and said.

Qin Li snorted, "Can you handle it?

Don't overeat and choke yourself!"

"Haha, Brother Qin, you don't need to worry about that.

I think Brother Qin should retire and enjoy his old age.

Lin'an City can't support six major families. I think half of them would be enough."

Li Wangfeng said.

Qin Li's pupils contracted, then he laughed, "Just because you have a weapon with sword intent, do you think you can definitely defeat me?

The Qin family is not lacking in such weapons!"

"Qin Li, stop scaring people.

If you really had a warrior with sword intent, wouldn't you have brought out those swords instead of just showing a dozen of them? Those swords were probably bought at a high price from outside Lin'an City."

Li Wangfeng was indeed scared at first when the Qin family brought out a dozen weapons with sword intent, which were of better quality than theirs.

It caught them off guard, making him cautious and hesitant to aggressively confront the Qin family.

However, after several days of investigation, he was clear that the Qin family had no sword intent experts, and those swords were definitely bought.

"Let's wait and see!"

Qin Li said coldly, but he was inwardly bitter.

They had ultimately been seen through.

"How about it?

Do you want to have a match to decide the market in the West City? If you're unwilling, it's fine. We'll just continue our private feuds and battles.

More people will die, but in the end, it will still be the Li family's."

Li Wangfeng said.

"Lin Qingshan, you go up and compete with them."

Qin Li said to Lin Qingshan.

"Li Wang, you go up too!"

Li Wangfeng said.

Watching the young man walk up, Qin Li remained calm.

Li Wang was not weak, also at the peak of the third level of the Later Heaven stage, with strength comparable to Lin Qingshan. The outcome was a fifty-fifty chance.

Lin Qingshan and Li Wang stepped onto the platform and immediately engaged in combat.

Their qi and blood surged, and their weapons clashed repeatedly, sparks flying with each collision.

In a short time, they had exchanged over a dozen blows. Each strike produced a sonic boom, and the air seemed to be sliced apart, giving the impression that the void was being cut.

Both were very strong, and many people's blood boiled, wishing they had such power.

They traded blows, each having their moments of advantage.

This was the expected outcome; who would win depended on who could last the longest.

Qin Li had confidence in Lin Qingshan, after all, he had trained with him many times.

"Bang!"

Another collision, sparks flying onto both of them.

Both of their weapons had large notches.

Lin Qingshan's arm was slightly numb, but he endured it. His eyes were fierce; he was determined to win this time and prove himself to his uncle.

His strength surged under his will, and he swung his long saber, hacking fiercely at Li Wang. The saber cut through the air, blood splattering, and the blade turned a deep red.

"Good! Full of blood and fire!"

Seeing Lin Qingshan's move, Qin Li laughed loudly. This blood and fire increased Lin Qingshan's chances of winning by thirty percent.

The long saber swung, cutting through the air with a whistling sound. Each strike seemed to slice through the void.

Li Wang, seeing this, did not dodge but met the attack with his own long saber.

At the same time, his qi and blood surged, and his entire body's aura exploded. His qi and blood condensed into a massive, fierce tiger, which charged at the saber, enveloping it in a layer of blood qi, even producing a tiger's roar.

"Raging Tiger Saber Technique!"

Li Wang roared, slashing down. At that moment, all that could be seen was a saber transformed into a tiger's head.

Qin Li suddenly stood up, looking at Li Wang in disbelief: "Combat Technique!"

Combat Technique! A martial technique that enhances combat power. Even a low-level combat technique could increase one's combat power by ten percent.

However, combat techniques were rare. Among so many people in the Qin family, only he had cultivated one, which was passed down by Brother Xu.

Combat techniques were difficult to cultivate, not only requiring a massive amount of resources but also talent and insight.

Some people, even if they obtained a combat technique, could spend their entire lives without mastering it, making it even harder than cultivation techniques.

Cultivation techniques, even with poor talent and insight, could still achieve some success through accumulated effort.

An ordinary person, with enough hard work, could still reach the Qi and Blood stage.

But combat techniques, without talent and insight, could not be mastered no matter how hard one worked, and their cultivation was extremely time-consuming.

Qin Li had cultivated a combat technique for many years but had yet to grasp its essence. Otherwise, how could he not have cultivated martial intent from the combat technique given by Brother Xu?

How old was Li Wang, and he had already cultivated a combat technique.

"Hahaha, my son Wang obtained a combat technique and mastered it unintentionally.

Brother Qin, please yield."

Li Wangfeng said.

In the arena, Lin Qingshan's long saber shattered, and he retreated, eventually falling off the stone platform. The violent force continued to impact his body, and he couldn't help but spit out blood.

"The Qin family has lost six matches in a row."

Qin Li took a deep breath, the loss of the West City market was a heavy blow.

However, it was clear that these people were not letting him off. Many people enjoyed kicking a man when he was down.

For example, at this moment, Xie Guangping greedily stared at the beautiful and graceful Qin Qingmou and then said to Qin Li, "Uncle Qin, last year, Xu Wuzhou and I had a bet. If he didn't achieve a ranking in this year's competition, he would give me his family's assets.

Now, he doesn't even dare to show up, let alone achieve a ranking. Should Uncle Qin honor the bet?"

Qin Li's expression grew even darker. That troublemaker always caused problems.

He glanced around; the heads of other major families were smiling, clearly ready to take advantage of the situation.

Xie Tao, the head of the Xie family, laughed and said, "Brother Qin, you wouldn't interfere in a bet between juniors, would you?"

Qin Li took a deep breath, about to say something, but then he heard a voice: "So eager to collect the bet, are you in a hurry to use my money to treat your family's hereditary infertility?"

Everyone turned to see a young man with his hands in his pockets, looking lazy, slowly walking into the arena.

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