The skull staff quickly retreated, nimbly dodging Yu Hengkang's cleaver. Then, the head of the skull staff rose high and swiftly slashed down, viciously striking Yu Hengkang's left shoulder.
Startled, Yu Hengkang quickly moved to the right to dodge the blow from the skull staff that could have severed his left arm. However, at that moment, two ghost faces opened their huge mouths and bit into Yu Hengkang's body.
One of the ghostly faces bit his neck, and the other bit his right shoulder. The sharp fangs, which seemed almost tangible, pierced into Yu Hengkang's body. Under the intense pain, Yu Hengkang's face changed, and he roared to the sky.
Li Molin moved swiftly and flew up. He raised his hand to recall the skull staff, nimbly flashed behind Yu Hengkang, and swung the skull staff with all his might, smashing it into Yu Hengkang's back.
Yu Hengkang felt a tightness in his chest, almost suffocating him. Intense pain shot through his back, and he staggered forward two steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
With a wave of his skull staff, Li Molin sent all the ghost faces flying into it. He took a step forward, and a sharp light shot out from the head of the skull staff, pointing firmly at Yu Hengkang's back.
Yu Hengkang felt a sharp, cold light in his back, and his face turned pale.
"Get out of here," Li Molin said calmly, putting away his skull staff.
Yu Hengkang turned to look at Li Molin, his gaze now much more respectful. He cupped his hands and said, "Young Master, you are truly skilled. Yu Hengkang is impressed!"
Li Molin nodded slightly.
Li Gan looked up and smiled with satisfaction.
Yu Hengkang flew off the platform in a disheveled state. At this moment, the two thousand people below looked at Li Molin with a different gaze. They no longer looked down on him or were dissatisfied with him, but instead showed him more respect.
It's truly remarkable that Li Molin was able to defeat an opponent of equal strength so easily, even after losing half of his vital energy and becoming physically weak.
Even so, there were still many who were dissatisfied with Li Molin or wanted to obtain the Xuanjia Token. After a while, another demon flew up to the high platform and stood opposite Li Molin.
Although Li Molin seemed extremely relaxed in his battle with Yu Hengkang, his body was not as strong as before. After the battle, the magic power in his body surged almost uncontrollably, and he felt a severe tightness in his chest, which made it difficult for him to breathe and caused his face to turn red.
Li Molin knew he had to endure this discomfort. He took a deep breath and barely managed to adjust his breathing before facing the demon who was rushing towards him with a blank expression.
Just then, at the edge of the martial arts arena, Ge Yiyuan came out from Poison Master. Hearing the commotion from afar, he ran over, squeezed into the crowd, and craned his neck to look into the martial arts arena.
After watching for a while, he turned to the person next to him and asked in confusion, "What's wrong here?"
The man was still looking at the training ground, not even glancing at him, and casually replied, "The two thousand sets of Xuan Iron Armor and Xuan Iron Spears from the Blood Pool have been produced. The Xuan Iron Armor Army is now formed! That armor is really beautiful. I wish I could be selected for the Xuan Iron Armor Army..."
Ge Yiyuan looked towards the high platform. Although it was far away, fortunately, he had good eyesight and after a while, he could tell that one of the two figures that were moving around was Li Molin.
Ge Yiyuan became increasingly puzzled and asked, "The Xuanjia Army has been formed, so why does the young master want to fight with others?"
The other person turned to look at Ge Yiyuan and replied, "His Majesty gave the Xuanjia Token, which allows him to command the Xuanjia Army, to the young master. The Xuanjia Army does not accept the young master as their demon general. The young master said that whoever defeats him among the two thousand men in the Xuanjia Army will receive the Xuanjia Token from that person."
Someone else chimed in, clicking their tongues in amazement, "They all say that the young master has lost half of his vital energy and become a cripple, but in my opinion, the young master is still very powerful!"
“Yes…” The person who spoke first agreed wholeheartedly. He nodded, stood on tiptoe and looked towards the high platform, watching with fascination as Li Molin fought with a demon.
Ge Yiyuan watched for a while, then thoughtfully looked away and turned to leave.
The spacious martial arts arena was unusually lively at this moment. On the high platform, Li Molin was fighting a wonderful battle with one person after another who flew up. The cheers from the crowd below grew louder and louder, creating a noisy uproar.
After this battle, Li Molin completely abandoned the title of "half-crippled" and became once again the boy whom the demons called a prodigy.
But who could see the trembling fingertips hidden in his sleeves as he defeated one demon after another? Who could know how he tried his best to calm the rampant, almost uncontrollable demonic power within him? The tightness in his chest, the weakness in his body, the dizziness in his head, the blurring of vision... who could truly understand these discomforts?
After a long battle, Li Molin's body, which was extremely fragile due to the loss of vital energy, was already overloaded. Fortunately, he had adapted to this feeling over the past twenty years and was still able to grit his teeth and persevere.
Li Molin was a strong-willed person from a young age. For the past twenty years, he had endured the criticism and contempt of many demons while never giving up on honing and training his fragile body. He spent his days and nights in the hall, sparring with wooden figures, and with Yu Ke and Ji Jue. Knowing that his body was no longer what it used to be, he focused on improving his agility and speed. He continued like this for twenty years, finally achieving his current results.
Li Gan leaned back in his chair, resting his forehead on one hand, his half-closed eyes fixed on Li Molin, a hint of pity in his gaze.
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Cyclamen Inn.
Ge Yiyuan returned at dusk the day after he left. At that time, Yu Xin and Ji Jue had gone out for a stroll because they were too bored and had not yet returned. Ge Yiyuan did not see them in the front hall of the Cassia restaurant, so he went straight to the backyard.
As Ge Yiyuan expected, he knocked on Liuli's door, and Liuli's voice immediately came from inside, lazily asking, "Who is it?"
“It’s me, Ge Yiyuan,” he replied respectfully.
"Come in," Liuli said calmly from inside.
Ge Yiyuan pushed open the door and entered the room, where he saw Liuli sitting casually on a chair by the window, looking up at the large tree outside the window as many withered leaves fell "rustling".
Ge Yiyuan looked at Liuli's profile and saw that her expression was calm, her lips were slightly pursed and pale, and her eyes were filled with a sense of bewilderment.
Ge Yiyuan had never seen Liuli like this before, and he had no idea what she was thinking at this moment. He just suddenly felt a pang of heartache, heartache for her carrying such a heavy burden of hatred, living such a tiring life.
He inadvertently recalled what Ji Jue had said. Ji Jue had spoken of Liu Li with a look of nostalgia, saying that although Liu Li was a bit mischievous and willful back then, she was cheerful, lively, pure, and kind, and was a very wonderful girl.
Ge Yiyuan sighed inwardly, wondering what that kind of girl, Liuli, would look like, but she would definitely be better than the Liuli in front of him.
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