Dao Chengyi's shaky appearance naturally aroused restlessness, but for the martial arts masters watching from the windowsills of the buildings, it was a dark look on their faces.
The same thing happened during the previous elimination rounds. This cunning villain would feign weakness when he saw someone, but once they got into close combat, he would quickly cut them down to their knees like chopping melons and vegetables, and they couldn't stop him at all.
Seeing Dao Chengyi repeating his old tricks, everyone cursed him as a treacherous villain, and then hoped that their own representative would not fall for it.
But with the goal of stepping on geniuses and gaining the favor of a group of martial arts masters right in front of them, within easy reach, some warriors finally rose up and stepped onto the arena.
"I'll go first! Wu Xiaoqing from the Four-Body Sword Pavilion! I've come to learn from you!"
A man standing 1.78 meters tall stood on the ring, his gray-white body gleaming with a metallic sheen. This was a school of martial arts that believed in using the body as a weapon, and was also a type of physical combat style in martial arts.
In the early stages of martial arts training, various medicinal powders containing heavy metals are applied to the body for cultivation. Then, targeted training and forging are carried out. After countless trials and tribulations, one achieves the ability to cut steel with one's hands and shave century-old solid wood with one's feet, even without weapons in hand.
He had performed well in the military spirit formation just now, and his decision to be the first to step forward now was also based on his confidence. Dao Chengyi observed this person.
The latter also observed and probed, but he was a little more direct, jumping with his feet apart, lowering his body, and standing with his palms together in front of him.
The next second, accompanied by a very soft whooshing sound, the person appeared behind Dao Chengyi, with a few drops of blood floating on his neatly arranged hands, and at that moment, a gap suddenly appeared on Dao Chengyi's jade-like skin.
"You really are slow on the uptake."
"Such vibrant blood, so strong."
The blood felt a burning sensation upon entering the body, followed by a heat that traveled down the esophagus, subtly exciting the body.
That's incredible! Just a sliver of blood gives you this feeling. If you drank it all, it would probably be even more potent than tiger blood!
As he was thinking this, Dao Chengyi had already flashed in front of Wu Xiaoqing and threw a very ordinary straight punch, the Bull Demon Charge, at the man's face.
Wu Xiaoqing replicated the instantaneous movement from before. After another slight sound, accompanied by layers of white waves of residual breath, he appeared one or two meters away from Daocheng.
Even from this position, Wu Xiaoqing could feel the force of the punch that was tearing at her face. It was easy to imagine that if she had been hit just now, her face would have been shattered and her flesh and bones would have been torn apart.
Wow, that's incredibly strong. And this was after a continuous battle without any replenishment. If it weren't for others scouting ahead for him, his arm would probably have been bent from that attack.
Consumed!
This was the only way to win. Wu Xiaoqing had clearly defined his next strategy, and naturally, he was also prepared to launch a swift attack, giving Dao Chengyi no chance to rest and recover.
Instant movement, sudden thrust, and reappearance—this is a unique movement technique originating from the Four-Body Sword School. Before becoming a martial arts master, the Four-Body Sword School was renowned for its hard, sharp, and lethal weapons, but its rigid bones and inability to move its muscles were also major weaknesses. This instant movement technique simulates the effect of throwing a sword blade, sacrificing agility and variation for extreme speed through a straight-line dash.
The soft sounds became interwoven patterns of straight and crisscrossing lines, growing faster and faster until they cut marks into the arena.
At first, Dao Chengyi was unable to dodge in time and was cut several times. The bloodstains left on the healed wounds became mottled tattoos, growing wildly and unrestrained.
Hard, so hard! This guy's skin is even harder and tougher than that of a typical member of the Mu family. It's hard to imagine that this is the skin of a martial artist; it's practically like that of a demon beast.
Wu Xiaoqing stopped, panting. His hands were now bright red, like iron in a high-temperature furnace, and his body was also congested with blood, with pain in all his joints.
But this is also his strongest moment. The intense heat from the high-speed friction of his hands cuts through objects more effectively, and his body, which has adapted, can now charge forward without restraint.
"Five rounds."
Looking at the wounds on his body, Dao Cheng touched the charred wounds. There was no blood, only because the opponent's high-temperature hand blade had burned them.
But that's all. Dao Cheng had had enough of this three-pronged approach. Just then, Wu Xiaoqing on the other side had the same thought.
Unlike his previous fleeting appearances, he now began to dodge repeatedly. In the eyes of the paying viewers, Wu Xiaoqing on the stage had transformed into a hiltless sword blade, his gray figure moving at high speed across the stage. Only a splash of red could be seen, sparks flying from the friction, which propelled streaks of crimson energy toward Dao Chengyi.
This is a feint, concealing the true killing move. The force is hidden, used to pressure the enemy's nerves, exhausting their physical and mental strength.
Dao Cheng pretended to be unable to keep up with the speed and tried to stop him in a common-sense manner. He pierced the ring with his foot, tearing out a large piece of stone, which he then threw with his hand while wrapped in his sleeve.
Each stone was as powerful as an explosive, making a loud noise with each impact. The stones were reduced to dust upon impact, leaving dents and small cracks at the point of impact.
Occasionally, stones would fall outside the arena, and the shattered fragments would cut the skin of the other participants, demonstrating their power.
In the gap of this attack, Wu Xiaoqing finally discovered Dao Chengyi's attack weakness and quickly seized the opportunity. His figure flashed and stopped to the side of Dao Chengyi, and his crimson fist came toward his waist and abdomen.
Just as the attack was about to land, Dao Cheng looked at him and unleashed the Subduing Mountain Bull Demon Fist – Mountain Collapse!
The ground beneath his feet instantly caved in, shattering into rubble, while his arms swelled dramatically, with thick, bluish-black veins clinging to them like vines, creating a momentary vacuum that seemed to explode with air.
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