Li Qingyang’s execution of a spiritual energy-type martial technique like Slash immediately astonished everyone present.
“Incredible!” Even Emperor Ye was extremely shocked.
In his past life, he had cultivated many types of spiritual energy-type martial techniques and deeply understood this type of technique’s weakness—they consumed spiritual energy extremely heavily.
For example, the Raging Waves Sun-Moon Slash he had once cultivated was also a spiritual energy-type martial technique. The requirement was reaching Wusheng level, and moreover, one slash would consume nearly sixty percent of the qi vortex’s energy.
And Li Qingyang?
Merely with casual gestures, he slashed out three flowing lights—the process couldn’t be more effortless!
The Explosive Fist just now, and now Slash, deeply shocked Ye Xingchen, making him realize that the Tiegu Sect’s martial techniques were quite impressive!
“After breaking through to Wutu, cultivating this sect’s martial techniques seems even better than cultivating this emperor’s techniques from back then,” he thought to himself.
Ye Xingchen, who had originally only been interested in the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture, also developed strong favorable feelings toward Explosive Fist and Slash.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
On the martial arts arena, three crescent flowing lights explosively shot forth in different trajectories.
Mo Shangfei, having just stabilized himself, his expression changed abruptly. He hastily executed Gale Fist to meet them.
“Bang! Bang!”
His fists collided with the crescent flowing lights coming from left and right, shaking his arms violently and transmitting pain as if his muscles were being torn!
Mo Shangfei had no time to grimace in pain, because the third crescent flowing light charged close to the ground, rising from below, dragging a ninety-degree arc, and viciously striking his chin.
“Whoosh!”
The powerful force propelled his entire body flying upward. Finally, he fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spraying out.
Being able to block two Slashes—this Holy Spring Sect inner disciple had performed quite well.
Unfortunately, the third strike’s angle was too cunning to dodge.
“Dam… damn it…” Mo Shangfei wiped the blood from his mouth corner and stood up. His physical body was clearly quite strong—being struck had only caused minor injuries.
This was because Li Qingyang hadn’t fully unleashed his spiritual energy. Otherwise, forcefully blocking Slash with just fists would result in shattered bones.
The three elders’ expressions immediately darkened.
They had thought their sect’s disciple could easily defeat the opponent, never expecting him to be struck and injured by consecutively executed martial techniques.
Qin Haoran said: “Although spiritual energy-type martial techniques are formidable, their weakness is they cannot be sustained. If the Holy Spring Sect disciple can withstand them, there’s nothing to fear.”
“Consecutively executing three moves, the Tiegu Sect disciple has definitely consumed quite a bit. Continuing to fight will inevitably exhaust him.”
These Hundred Sects Alliance leaders seemed to be discussing among themselves, but their voices were quite loud, clearly reminding the Holy Spring Sect inner disciple not to be impatient and to slowly wear him down.
Without the reminder, Mo Shangfei also knew the weakness of spiritual energy-type martial techniques.
He shook his arms, his gaze turning cold: “Just now I was careless for a moment and let you seize the opportunity.”
Now he was serious and no longer underestimating his opponent.
Fifth Elder picked at his ear, grinning: “The good show has only just begun.”
“Correct.”
Jun Changxiao swung his leg, picking his nose: “The good show has only just begun.”
“Whoosh!”
After readjusting, Mo Shangfei charged again. Executing Gale Fist, his speed was clearly much faster than before, instantly presenting over ten fist shadows with tremendously explosive power!
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Li Qingyang executed Explosive Fist. Firecracker-like sounds and the sounds of fist techniques clashing transmitted together, faint spiritual energy rippling through space like waves!
In just moments, the two exchanged dozens of moves with fist techniques!
As they continuously collided, the dust beneath their feet swirled around them forming wind vortexes, rolling up dead leaves and tearing them into strips.
“Bang!”
The two clashed fists once more, each retreating four or five meters.
Li Qingyang spread his ten fingers, his arms shaken numb.
Mo Shangfei wasn’t much better off.
This intense confrontation was simply equivalent to stone striking stone, harming the enemy while harming oneself.
“Looks like it’ll be difficult to determine victory in a short time.”
“How strange—a fourth-rank Wutu can actually fight evenly with an eighth-rank Wutu!”
“The fist technique the Tiegu Sect disciple is executing is of considerable quality, otherwise he would have been defeated long ago.”
“The Holy Spring Sect disciple has higher cultivation realm, with abundant spiritual energy in his qi vortex. There’s definitely no problem fighting a prolonged battle.”
“The Tiegu Sect disciple’s hands are trembling. In my view, after these dozens of exchanges, the spiritual energy in his dantian qi vortex has already been depleted by seventy to eighty percent.”
“Whoosh!”
Li Qingyang swung his hand blade: “Slash!”
“Swoosh—”
A crescent flowing light explosively shot out.
He… could still execute spiritual energy-type martial techniques?
The various sect masters who were in the middle of discussing saw the flowing light charge forth and stood there dumbfounded.
“Slash!”
“Slash!”
In extremely short succession, Li Qingyang swung his hand again, slashing out two more crescent flowing lights, using actual actions to ruthlessly slap the faces of these leaders and tell them: my spiritual energy is very abundant.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Mo Shangfei, now vigilant, immediately used movement techniques to dodge. The three flowing lights consecutively struck stone slabs, shattering them to pieces.
This time it was Li Qingyang’s turn to press his advantage!
Taking advantage of the opponent’s evasion, he turned his body sideways, continuously making slicing motions like playing table tennis, and crescent flowing lights shot out one after another.
“…”
Watching crescent flowing lights fly past at different arcs on the martial arts arena, Alliance Leader Qin and the various faction martial artists’ expressions stiffened.
High-consumption spiritual energy-type martial techniques being casually thrown out with a wave of the hand—the scene was simply too frightening!
Although Mo Shangfei tried to display his graceful positioning amidst the blade lights, unfortunately, after only dodging three flowing lights, he was mercilessly struck by subsequent flowing lights on his face, shoulders, hands, feet…
“Thud!”
Finally, after being bombarded, he fell to the ground on all fours, face turned sideways spraying blood, eyes rolling back as he fainted.
The Slash that Li Qingyang formed wasn’t very powerful individually, but it couldn’t withstand the relentless bombardment. Forget eighth-rank Wutu—even a ninth-rank Wutu absolutely couldn’t endure it.
“Won!”
“Second Senior Brother won!”
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi jumped up excitedly.
Although Lu Qianqian’s face remained expressionless, she thought to herself: “After returning, I need to cultivate Slash…”
This woman, like Ye Xingchen, was only interested in the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture. As for Explosive Fist and Slash, although they had access to them early on, they still hadn’t cultivated them.
Seeing his senior brother victorious, Xiao Zuiji gently lifted his head, his index finger also releasing from the trigger.
He had remained in a state of high alert throughout. If the battle had turned unfavorable for Second Senior Brother just now, he would definitely have eliminated Mo Shangfei immediately.
“Junior Brother Ye.”
Xiao Zuiji grinned: “Second Senior Brother won!”
“Hmph.” The aloof Emperor Ye disdainfully said: “Winning against an eighth-rank Wutu—is that worth being so happy about?”
His mental state remained calm because he hadn’t yet integrated himself into the Tiegu Sect and didn’t have that sense of sect honor.
Xiao Zuiji was different. He identified with the Tiegu Sect, with the Sect Master, with his senior and junior brothers, so the joy brought by Li Qingyang’s victory was no less than winning in battle himself.
“Oh my.”
Jun Changxiao stood up, cupping his hands with considerable apology: “Fists and feet have no eyes. Beating your sect’s disciple like this, I truly feel a bit embarrassed.”
The Holy Spring Sect disciples standing on the left side, their gazes flared with anger, some already placing hands on sword hilts.
Lu Qianqian walked forward two steps, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Sect Master, her jade hand also resting on her sword hilt, a pair of starry eyes flashing with cold intent.
Society Sister Qian—ruthless and doesn’t talk much!
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi also moved closer, hands on their Cold Edge Swords, glaring angrily, not yielding in the slightest.
Xiao Zuiji once again looked through the eight-times scope, the crosshairs locked on the head of the Holy Spring Sect disciple closest to the Sect Master. As soon as he dared move one step, he would immediately blow his head off.
Swords drawn, tension filling the air!!