In addition, a tiger roared, and a huge tiger appeared out of nowhere, as if it were roaring in the mountains and forests. The tiger's claws slammed against the horse, and its tail was like a whip striking a spear. A long sword with a green lamp shone with fireflies, melting iron and gold in the glow. A wild bull lifted up a stone, its body black and metallic, its horns reaching the sky and its four feet treading the ground.
Occasionally, one could see blood lines flying, stitching flesh together to prevent death, the blood like a paste, solidifying and sticking to the enemy... Niu Anxin looked at that guy, "So you're not even going to act anymore, are you? You're also a Bloodwing guy."
That makes sense, though. There was a previous raid on Niugang Village, and he even helped cover up the traces. This Liao family member is probably the most upright one.
But with so many people displaying such power, why hasn't that person made a move yet? Niu Anxin ignored the military spirits around him. If it weren't for the fact that Lord Bloodwing's Blood God Child inheritance was too expensive, he would have secretly grabbed a few to see if he could train them.
But why isn't that guy making a move? Could he be hiding himself? Niu Anxin looked at the imposing Red Thread Snake Martial Arts School, where only her seemingly boneless, swift, and skilled junior sister, proficient in strangulation and entanglement techniques, was performing.
Under this gaze, the other party seemed to notice it and looked in Niu Anxin's direction. A hint of red flashed in his eyes. Then, Niu Anxin felt a blood-red thunderbolt explode in front of him, which made his blood surge, his skin turn red, and blood seep from his mouth and nose.
"...This is a martial artist? At the Lesser Completion of the Art of Comprehension?"
Artistic conception is the outward influence of a martial artist's spirit, a resonance and understanding of heaven and earth and all things. Beginners can use imagery to amplify their martial arts and suppress the spirit of their enemies. Those who have achieved a minor level of mastery have their artistic conception integrated into reality, possessing a mystical quality, and can have a direct impact on enemies and the environment.
If a martial artist wants to fight against a martial arts master, the influence of internal energy on the environment and the body is an unavoidable obstacle, and the state of mind is the most direct weapon.
The scene of everyone displaying their unique abilities quickly came to an end. Apart from a few unlucky ones and those who were not strong enough, many people benefited greatly from the baptism of military spirit. Visibly, their bodies showed signs of vigorous blood energy and spreading veins.
This shows that progress is too fast, but the biggest gain is that he is still standing on the arena with his sword. Although his breathing is chaotic, his eyes are as bright as stars, his skin glows, his hair flows without wind, and his bare flesh, exposed by his tattered clothes, has the luster of white jade. The blood flowing like a torrent can be vaguely seen through the transparent flesh.
"May the spirits of our fallen heroes rest in peace, and may the Qingmang tribe be blessed once more. May future generations strive for excellence and self-improvement! The 110th Qingmang Battle officially begins! The martial arts competition commences!"
As the final drumbeats echoed from inside the house, and the speaker began his speech with a melodious rhythm, Dao Chengyi, panting, threw the sword back the way it came.
"Thank you for lending me your sword. Now, which of you would like to go first?"
After standing on the stage for a long time and calling out many times, surely someone should come up this time, since he was exhausted from his performance.
Looking down at the people below, Dao Cheng produced spiral seeds in his palm, waiting for them to come up on stage. One by one, they would all be transformed by him.
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