Once the barrier enveloped the arena, the duel had begun.

The barrier will not be opened unless the grudges are resolved. But what constitutes resolving grudges?

Only the person in the ring has the final say.

The surrounding onlookers became agitated, each one incredibly excited.

Although many people step onto this stage every year, and such duels are not uncommon, I still get excited every time I see one.

Perhaps humans are inherently drawn to bloodshed.

Xiong Ao stood on the life-or-death arena, in a horse stance, fists raised, and gave Wu Er a mocking smile.

He said, "Kid, do you know why I challenged you to a duel?"

Standing on the other end, Wu Er said casually, "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

The words were brief, but the meaning was clear.

Xiong Ao was also stunned for a moment, swallowed the story he was about to tell, and then took a deep breath.

He said, "Then let's just start fighting!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a flash of light appeared on Xiong Ao's body, and he then lunged at Wu Er with his fists.

"That's so stupid."

Wu Er uttered a sentence softly, touched the ground with his toes, leaned back, and shifted his body to the right.

No sooner had they moved than Xiong Ao's fist arrived, but naturally, it missed.

Xiong Ao brushed past Wu Er's shoulder, but was carried quite a distance by the residual force of the punch.

"Seriously, you're really bad at fighting."

Wu Er turned to look at Xiong Ao behind him and slowly said this sentence.

Indeed, even without considering the perspective of an immortal, Xiong Ao's fighting style is clumsy compared to other outer disciples.

Even if you primarily cultivate physical strength and know few spells, you can't just throw punches at people without any variation in your moves or tactics, making your intentions obvious at a glance.

Wu Er felt that Xiong Ao's Foundation Establishment cultivation level was not being fully utilized, and estimated that a Qi Refining level 9 cultivator with rich combat experience could probably defeat Xiong Ao.

Seeing that his first move had missed, Xiong Ao pounced again, using the same unchanging tactics as before.

Wu Er was too lazy to move, so he just stood there, twisted his waist and head, and easily dodged the punches that came his way.

And this Xiong Ao is really stupid, only attacking the upper body, not kicking Wu Er's legs which didn't move...

Wu Er, however, was getting tired of dodging and weaving, so he swung out his left hand, extended his index finger, and aimed it straight at Xiong Ao's chest.

Then, tap it gently.

"puff!"

Xiong Ao suddenly spat out a mouthful of gastric juice, his body tilted, and he took several steps back before regaining his balance.

The onlookers outside all gasped in disbelief, finding it hard to believe that a single finger could repel someone who practiced physical martial arts.

Some people even began to doubt whether Wu Er was actually at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Wu Er, of course, was not at the Foundation Establishment stage; he was an immortal.

But what level of cultivation is needed to unleash the power of that finger strike?

The answer is that you can do it at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

On the arena of life and death.

Xiong Ao gasped for breath and asked, "Why? The force was so small, yet the power was so strong?"

"Huh? You're asking about that?"

Wu Er was a little puzzled and asked, "You're asking me this? Didn't your lecturer mention acupuncture points?"

Xiong Ao rubbed his chest, shook his head, and said, "These are all unorthodox methods. Why listen to them? What does this human acupoint chart have to do with the way you hit me just now?"

"You really should listen carefully in class; every course in the outer sect is useful."

Wu Er shook his head and said, "Fine, I'll explain it to you."

After saying that, Wu Er stretched out his hand and pointed to the middle of his chest, saying, "This is called the Tanzhong acupoint, which is next to the middle dantian. You mainly cultivate physical strength, and the circulation of spiritual energy will inevitably pass through this place. If I inject a little spiritual energy, it will cause your own spiritual energy to become chaotic and harm yourself."

Then, Wu Er shrugged and said, "So, you could say that you used your own spiritual power to attack yourself."

His words were simple and easy to understand; this was the level of a celestial being's lecture. I wonder how many people in the cultivation world would be eager to listen.

However, Xiong Ao, who had received personal guidance from the immortal, did not find the explanation particularly helpful.

He straightened up and said, "It's still because my body is too weak. If it were stronger, your spiritual power wouldn't even be able to penetrate!"

Is it even stronger?

Even if it were a hundred times stronger, I could still break in!

Wu Er rolled his eyes at Xiong Ao, feeling that he had just talked to a brick wall.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. That's just how the cultivation world is. People pursue high levels of cultivation and tend to disregard techniques.

Strength or weakness depends entirely on the level of cultivation.

Those with higher cultivation levels can easily overpower those with lower cultivation levels; if the cultivation levels are roughly equal, then it comes down to using magic weapons and talismans.

When they fight, they often burn the sky and boil the sea, split mountains and cut rivers. It looks impressive, but it's just a waste of spiritual energy.

Of all the sects, only Pengshan Sect knows how to avoid wasting spiritual energy.

Wu Er shook his head helplessly again and said to Xiong Ao, "You bad student who doesn't listen in class, let me teach you the importance of skills."

"I don't need you to teach me!"

Xiong Ao calmed his internal energy and once again assumed an offensive stance.

Wu Er rolled his eyes, stood loosely in place, and said, "Don't I need to teach you? So many people are begging me to teach them."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiong Ao charged forward, fists raised.

He was still as straightforward and unguarded as ever, revealing all his weaknesses.

Wu Er revealed his "kind" smile again, wanting to help Xiong Ao understand the importance of technique.

So he reached out and gave Xiong Ao a set of acupressure massage...

The onlookers outside the barrier also reviewed the diagram of human acupoints once again.

"If Baihui falls to the ground, Weilu will never return home; if Zhangmen is struck, nine out of ten will die; Taiyang and Yamen will surely meet the King of Hell..."

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