Chapter Ten: One Fist

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  "Xiao Wu Chang, I didn't expect to run into you so soon." Gu Quan said in a low voice, "I will use my strongest fist technique to defeat you. In the past, I was also arrogant and went to Shi Gong's place, but unfortunately, I didn't succeed in cultivating it. Today, being able to fight with you is something I'm really looking forward to."

  In the past, Gu Quan had also attempted to cultivate the Fierce Elephant Great Strength Technique, but he quickly gave up because he couldn't even touch the threshold. Later, after going through countless battles and narrowly escaping death many times, he finally reached the realm of Small Completion in Blood Refining. Now, nearly ten years have passed, and he has been quietly accumulating his strength, his spirit and will breaking through the ordinary boundaries, and he is now only one step away from achieving Great Completion in Blood Refining.

  This is a true strongman, Xiao Yi concentrates his mind, and his eyes begin to become sharp. He stands there, with an aura that doesn't leak a single drop of water, no matter how much Gu Quan's gaze cuts like a sword, he can't find any flaws.

  "Good!"

  A moment later, Gu Quan let out a loud roar and suddenly took a step forward. His entire body was filled with surging energy, and behind him, a blood-red river appeared. This river was a deep crimson color, clearly a river of blood. In that instant, in the spiritual world of Xiao Yi, it seemed as if an endless bloody aura had emerged. This bloody aura was thick and heavy, with a chilling killing intent - it was the smell of alien blood.

  "The Hundred Killing Fist's first move: Ten Fists of Slaughter!"

  The air was shattered, emitting a fierce and violent roar. This is a terrible fist technique, one that has been realized through the baptism of blood and the killing of hundreds. It's a killer fist, created solely for the purpose of taking down enemies.

  The seven squad leaders of the Volcano Tribe all had solemn expressions, Gu Quan's fist method was very frightening, it was said that he had come up with this fist method through his own understanding in life and death battles, it was between third-rate soldier's trick and second-rate soldier's trick, until he advanced to Blood Refining Great Completion, he continuously refined it, later on it became a second-rate soldier's trick.

  Fierce energy surged forth, an ancient spring transformed into a blood-colored streak, shooting towards Xiao Yi with a loud whoosh. A cyan fist wrapped in intense battle energy emerged, with ten faint fist silhouettes visible, enveloping the surrounding area of several dozen feet. Except for retreating, there was no other way out.

  Facing this deadly fist, Xiao Yi's expression didn't change, his spiritual world was unmoved, as solid as gold. The next moment, he suddenly started sprinting, the hundred-meter battle stage was trampled, and an intense rumbling sound was emitted, as if it wasn't a person, but a giant beast running, with rolling blood and energy surging out, scorching hot blood energy compressing the air to slightly distort.

  Behind Xiao Yi, a three-zhang-tall green-scaled elephant appeared, the elephant let out a long whistle, its majestic spiritual will surged forth, bursting into the Blood River and splitting it apart.

  Xiao Yi threw a punch, without any fancy moves. In his body, the blood and energy were roaring, in his spiritual world, the shadow of his future self was emerging, also throwing a punch. Between them, there was a same aura hidden.

  As this punch was thrown, Gu Quan's face changed drastically. He could clearly feel the vast and powerful blood energy contained within this punch, which made his breathing stagnate. The pure power and spiritual will were far beyond his imagination.

  Boom!

  The air waves rolled, the pale energy was like a hurricane sweeping across, Xiao Yi's body shape remained still, but Gu Quan was directly blown away, his whole body numb and sore, all his battle aura was scattered by this punch. No matter how fierce his killing fist was, covering all directions, the opponent only used one punch to crush him, in this punch, he felt a kind of invincible faith, belonging to the will of the strong.

  What!

  At this moment, countless Bloodstone tribe members exclaimed in shock, many Wu Chang were horrified, and the strong Baifu leaders all had their eyes shaking. In that one punch just now, they seemed to have felt an equal power.

  Not bad, a Centurion-level powerhouse, with the power of Blood Refining Great Completion!

  "How is this possible? How can he possess such power!" Chi Xue let out a low growl, his eyes filled with incredulity. In his view, Xiao Yi was now many times stronger than he had been just one month ago.

  He let out a cold snort, and the fire in his eyes grew even colder, like two icy pools that had accumulated deep chill over years of quiet accumulation.

  On the stone stage.

  Chi Yan's face changed slightly, Shi Hu's face was first stunned, then burst out laughing, and a look of shock also appeared in his eyes.

  The patriarch Shi's expression was calm and serene, as if nothing could shake his mind. He silently observed the scene before him, not uttering a single word.

  Under the war table, Wu Chang Shishan opened his mouth wide, this middle-aged man could not accept it, that one punch was deeply imprinted in his mind.

  On the hundred-foot war platform.

  The ancient spring fell to the ground, and then retreated continuously for more than a dozen steps, until it reached the edge of the battlefield, where he barely stabilized his body. Under Xiao Yi's punch, he was shaken off for tens of meters. However, afterwards, he felt a movement in his heart, and except for some scattered battle energy and blood energy, he didn't even have an internal injury. This was no small feat. In an instant, he understood that the previous punch from Xiao Yi had been held back, and at the critical moment, he had withdrawn several points of power. From this, it can be seen that the opponent's control over his battle energy and physical body had reached an unimaginable level.

  This is not the most important thing, what's important is that Gu Quan knows that the other party has grown from a weak and sickly child to where they are today in just over a year.

  What can be done in a year? Killing hundreds of wild beasts? Relying on one's own vital energy to start opening up one or two heavenly meridians, or trying to master archery and barely reach the Breaking Wind realm? A year is really too short, even for a strong warrior like Wu Chang, it's not enough time to open up all five heavenly meridians.

  Looking at Xiao Yi's calm eyes, Gu Quan smiled. He understood in his heart and suddenly turned pale, spitting out a mouthful of blood, saying: "I lost."

  At this point, Chi Xue finally let out a breath of relief. Although they had gained another strong enemy, Gu Quan was also internally injured and would not be able to recover in a short period of time. This gave them an opportunity. This person was a formidable foe, but now it seemed that he was no longer a concern.

  Some of the squad leaders in the Bloodstone Tribe also felt a little regretful, but they also understood that at this level of combat, it was impossible to hold back. Moreover, with Xiao Yixing's rapid progress, wanting to control every bit of power to the point of perfection was somewhat too demanding.

  Xiao Yi nodded towards Gu Quan and walked down from the stage, he understood what Gu Quan meant but didn't say it out loud. He returned to his original position, sat cross-legged, and regulated his internal energy. Some of the surrounding strong Wuzhang-level cultivators had a misconception, as if the vast and turbulent aura just now was not emitted by the same person. Now they couldn't feel even half a point of blood energy fluctuation from Xiao Yi's body, as if a deep pool had calmed down.

  It wasn't until the 103rd match that Huo Qingyun, carrying a large scarlet spear, stepped onto the stage. Prior to this, three other members of the Fire Tribe had taken action, two men and one woman, all of whom emerged victorious, showcasing extraordinary strength that left many Blood Stone Tribe clan leaders with solemn expressions.

  Huò Qīng's opponent was a strong fourth-ranked Wǔ Zhǎng, Mù Kōng, also of the younger generation. His cultivation had approached the realm of Liàn Xuè Dà Chéng (Refining Blood Great Completion). He practiced a three-flowing military technique called Qīng Yún Zhǐ (Clear Cloud Finger), which was rare among the many techniques in the Huǒ Shí Bù Lùo (Fire Stone Tribe). This Qīng Yún Zhǐ not only had unpredictable and ever-changing finger movements, but also directly targeted the weaknesses of the human body, specifically the nodes of the meridians. Although it was only a three-flowing military technique, when used in combat, it might not necessarily be inferior to an average two-flowing military technique.

  On the battlefield.

  Huǒ Qīng's face was cold and indifferent, and he said lightly: "Make your move, you only have one chance."

  A flash of anger flickered in his eyes, and Mu Kong stared coldly at Huo Qing. What's the meaning of only one chance? This clearly meant that he didn't consider him an opponent, thinking he could be easily dismissed.

  Wow!

  Mo Kong moved, his body like clouds and mist, changing and transforming in countless ways. Although his speed was not fast, he created a blurry afterimage on the battlefield, his fingertips shooting out seven-foot-long finger energy that pierced through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Behind him, a faint green aura appeared, the air slightly distorted, as if a spiritual will was brewing, but ultimately did not take shape.

  "Not even the second heavy stance can be condensed successfully, relying on a third-rate martial art, you dare to fight me? You overestimate yourself too much! Blazing Gun Technique First Style, Wildfire Sweeps the Plains!"

  Flaming blue cold drink, behind the crimson giant spear falls into his hands, fiercely piercing through, air roaring, behind him, a dark red volcano condenses, large amounts of fierce fire magma spew out, forming an intense spiritual torrent, in the blink of an eye, it submerges Mo Kong's spiritual world.

  Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!

  Innumerable fingers of energy dispersed, the azure spear was like a red python, piercing through all the residual shadows, and finally heavily slammed onto Mù Kōng's body.

  Boom!

  Without any resistance, Mù Kōng was sent flying dozens of feet away, falling off the battlefield. In mid-air, he continuously spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his face pale and his eyes somewhat unfocused, clearly having suffered severe injuries to both body and spirit.

  The gap was too big, and Huo Qing's absolute combat power was revealed. The strong blood energy emanating from his body made people wonder if he had also broken through to the realm of Blood Refining Great Completion like Xiao Yi.

  On the stone stage.

  Akahono Chifuyu's long face showed a satisfied expression, and he immediately apologized, saying: "The young one doesn't know the weight of things, please forgive me, Stone Clan Elder."

  "It doesn't matter." Shi Zhi Xuan spoke up, and then didn't say anything more.

  The 108 matches ended quickly, and as the champion of the War Soldier Great Comparison, Qing He did not win, but he didn't show much disappointment either. In his view, being able to fight against a strong Wulong-level opponent would be greatly beneficial for his future cultivation. And in these 108 matches, all seven Wulong-level strongmen from the Fire Mountain Tribe emerged undefeated.

  The stone slab was redistributed again, and this time, Xiao Yi was ranked first. His opponent was a woman from the seven major tribes of the Volcano Tribe. (Favourite book friends collect it, everyone come to vote!)