"Again!" Qin Yue's fighting spirit intensified. He abandoned all techniques and relied purely on his physical strength, unleashing a barrage of ruthless punches and kicks that forced Xiao Chen to retreat continuously. He refused to believe that he could wear Xiao Chen down with his golden body alone!
Xiao Chen remained calm and composed, his footwork shifting rapidly. The ordinary spear in his hand seemed to come alive, sometimes spitting out its tongue like a serpent, targeting Qin Yue's weak joints; other times pressing down like a boulder, using force to deflect Qin Yue's brutal attacks.
He incorporated the power of the "earth veins" he had comprehended during the trial at Zangdao Mountain into his footwork, stepping on the nodes of the Xuan Tie Platform with each step, using the force against him, making his movements increasingly agile.
The spear intent was also constantly being adjusted, gradually becoming more flexible from its initial sharpness, like flowing water, always able to find weaknesses in the gaps between Qin Yue's fists and feet.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sounds on the stage continued. Qin Yue's punches and kicks landed on empty air, or were skillfully deflected by Xiao Chen's ordinary spear. Meanwhile, the tip of Xiao Chen's spear left white marks on Qin Yue's body. Although it did not seriously injure him, it made Qin Yue's movements increasingly sluggish. Xiao Chen's spear intent was constantly seeping into those white marks, eroding his golden body.
The monks below the stage were dumbfounded.
They had expected it to be a one-sided massacre, either Qin Yue's golden body crushing Xiao Chen, or Xiao Chen's spear piercing through the golden body. But no one anticipated such a scene—
A half-step Mahayana Golden Body expert was forced into a sorry state by a late-stage Void Refinement cultivator using a mere ordinary spear!
"This...this marksmanship is incredible!"
"He can do this even with an ordinary spear. If he were using his treasured spear, Qin Yue would probably have lost long ago!"
"He's not having a martial arts contest, he's... training troops? Using Qin Yue's golden body to train troops?"
Standing at the forefront of the crowd, Ling Chen looked at the composed Xiao Chen on the stage, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He finally understood that Xiao Chen's strength never stemmed from his cultivation level or magical treasures, but rather from his pure understanding and mastery of the way of the spear.
On the life-or-death stage, Qin Yue's expression grew increasingly grim. He could feel his golden body being gradually disintegrated by that ordinary spear, while the opponent's aura became more and more composed, and the spear intent became more and more refined.
"I don't believe it!" Qin Yue roared, his whole body radiating a brilliant purple-gold light. He actually burned his essence blood and pushed it to the limit of the half-step Mahayana stage. His fists, carrying earth-shattering power, smashed towards Xiao Chen!
He risked everything on this strike!
As Xiao Chen watched the incoming fist shadows, his eyes finally sharpened.
I've had enough of the training.
It's time to end this.
He took a deep breath, and the ordinary spear in his hand suddenly emitted a faint light—it was not the spiritual light of a magic weapon, but the pure condensation of spear intent!
"The Wildfire Gun Manual - No Guns!"
This shot, without any earth-shattering force, the tip of the spear seemed to vanish into nothingness, yet it carried an invincible aura, ignoring Qin Yue's fist wind and his golden body, and piercing straight for his brow!
Qin Yue's pupils shrank sharply. He tried to dodge, but found that his body was locked by an invisible gun intent, and he couldn't move at all!
He finally realized that he had been wrong from the very beginning.
Xiao Chen's refusal to use the treasured spear was not out of arrogance, but rather...
He himself is the strongest gun!
"Pfft!"
The tip of the spear pierced Qin Yue's brow as easily as cutting tofu.
The purple-gold light dimmed instantly, Qin Yue's body froze on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he slowly collapsed.
On the life-and-death arena, only Xiao Chen remained, leaning on his blood-stained mortal spear. Blood droplets from the spear tip slowly dripped down, striking the black iron platform with a crisp sound.
The audience was deathly silent.
After a long while, a deafening cheer and exclamation erupted.
"He won! Xiao Chen won!"
"Late-stage Void Refinement Realm, using a mortal spear, to kill a half-step Mahayana cultivator!"
"Xiao Chen of the Southern Region... From this day forward, everyone in the Central Region will know him!"
Xiao Chen ignored the commotion below the stage, simply put away his mortal spear, nodded slightly to the notary elder, and turned to walk off the life-and-death arena.
Sunlight shone on him, his blue robe stained with blood, yet he exuded an unprecedented air of uprightness.
This battle is not only about victory or defeat, but also about his own path.
He proved that true strength never depends on external things.
Where the heart leads, one should go, even in simple clothes.
Where the gun is pointed, there lies the Way.
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