Chapter Thirteen: Utter Defeat

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  The sudden change left many Bloodstone Clan members stunned, and on the hundred-meter battle stage, Xiao Yi stood tall with his long hair dancing wildly in the wind. His eyes gleamed fiercely as a torrent of aura burst forth from his body, distorting the air around him. The aura emanating from him made the four Red Blood warriors' hearts skip a beat. If Huo Qing's aura was like a cluster of sparks, then Xiao Yi was a blazing furnace, with raging flames that made it impossible to look directly at him or approach him.

  Boom!

  The flames fell to the ground, and dust flew everywhere. He directly fell off the battlefield, his entire body numb and weak, unable to gather any energy. In his spiritual world, it was a mess, that dark red volcano dried up, magma solidified, as if it had become a dead volcano.

  His mouth couldn't speak, he could only stare at Xiao Yi with an unbelievable gaze. Originally, he thought he had grasped the other's weakness and could use force to break through, but now it was a completely different story, and all that was left was a bitter taste.

  Under the war table.

  Among the three hundred warriors of the Volcanic Tribe's younger generation, one youth's originally calm gaze finally showed a hint of fluctuation. He calmly asked: "Who is this person?"

  By his side, Huo Luan's tone was somewhat stiff, and he respectfully said: "This person is named Xiao Yi, rumored to be a member of the Bloodstone Tribe who only joined just over a year ago. However, his cultivation has advanced at an astonishing speed, reaching his current level in just over a year. His archery skills have also entered the realm of Splitting Sound."

  "It's easy." The young man muttered to himself, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

  Seeing this scene, not only the two Huo Luan, but also the other two hundred captains, also showed a strange color, but did not make a sound, and just looked at Xiao Yi's gaze, which became somewhat complicated.

  "This cultivation of Qi, is it eighty-five Heavenly Veins or ninety Heavenly Veins!" Shi Qiren growled, "Why do I feel that he still has something to hold back? How is it possible, in such a short period of time, he has made rapid progress to this extent? The Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Technique, I have also cultivated before, and the Blood Refining Volume clearly states that each Heavenly Vein requires a huge amount of blood Qi to break through. He should be having an extremely difficult time breaking through, unless... unless he hasn't actually stepped into the threshold, truly stepping into that one threshold, everything becomes easy?"

  Shi Qiren couldn't understand, some other centurions of the Shi Stone tribe also couldn't understand it, and even Shi Hu and Qian Yuan, the two thousand-household chiefs, were muttering to themselves in their hearts, this was a bit eerie.

  On top of the hundred-zhang battlefield platform.

  "It's impossible, he must have been hiding his cultivation! Only now did he make a shocking move, and even if it was that early, it would still be today, what a deep scheme!"

  Chi Yan's face turned red with rage, the veins on his arm bulged, and the purple copper bow in his hand hummed loudly. In his spiritual world, the green scales of the barbaric elephant suppressed everything, to the point where his consciousness was somewhat scattered.

  "Needless to say, just take care of yourself!"

  A different voice rang out, and before he knew it, he had already approached within ten feet of the crimson blood. The fierce tiger's seven killing fists condensed his murderous intent, suddenly startling him awake.

  No good!

  The red figure retreated violently, the purple copper bow shot out one after another, a burst of purple copper arrows shot out, the arrow was silent, leaving a clear residual shadow in the void.

  However, Shi Bie did not retreat. The spiritual will that locked him in place was directly shattered by the fierce tiger's momentum. The Fierce Tiger Seven Killing Fist transformed into a series of fist shadows, each one accurately striking the arrow shafts, and the purple copper arrows were continuously smashed to pieces, with fragments flying everywhere. He and Chi Xue's distance grew closer and closer.

  At the same time, Xiao Yi took a step forward, his vital energy surging like a rainbow. Every step he took caused the hundred-meter-wide battle platform to shake violently. He stirred up the ferocious spirit of the Green Scale Elephant to suppress the spiritual world. The momentum of the elephant was unreserved, pressing down on the remaining three Fire Mountain Tribe commanders, making it difficult for them to breathe. The three struggled to strike back, their spirits and wills intertwined, but behind Xiao Yi, the Green Scale Elephant suddenly charged forward, shattering their formation into pieces. The faces of the three turned pale as their spiritual worlds were simultaneously damaged.

  Then, Xiao Yi suddenly made a move, his movements were like lightning, his energy was surging, and he threw out three punches in a row. These three punches were strong and fierce, and vaguely, they seemed to carry a hint of the ferocious elephant's aura.

  This is the move that Xiao Yi gained insight into when he fought against Hei Ying in his future body. Although it's not fancy, it's a boxing technique that combines the momentum of the future body with the fighting spirit, and the fusion of the spiritual will with the physical body. By imitating this punch, although it's impossible to reach the state of the future body at once, he can slowly feel its charm and understand the true meaning within. For the future when entering the realm of Dharma, it will have inestimable benefits.

  The air roared, Xiao Yi's fists wrapped in a crystal clear battle aura, this battle aura was light blue in color, pure and flawless, and it was imprinted on the three people's war soldiers.

  Clang! Clang! Clang!

  Fists and weapons clashed, producing a ringing sound like gold and iron, with sparks flying out one after another. Even in the sunlight, it was hard to ignore. The next moment, three Flame Tribe squad leaders flew backward, their war clubs shattered, unable to withstand Xiao Yi's fist strength. Except for Huo Qing's crimson great spear, which barely hadn't been shattered, the middle war club destroyed by Xiao Yi already had four cracks.

  Many Bloodstone tribe members stared at his fist, only to see Xiao Yi's fist gleaming with a crystal clear luster, without any scars or injuries, and instead radiating a brilliant jade-like glow. This made it hard for people to believe that his physical body had become so sturdy that he could easily tear apart a mid-ranking warrior.

  Shi Taiyi stared at Xiao Yi's back, a rugged and unadorned broken gun in his mouth. The dark body of the gun had no sharp edges, but Xiao Yi's fist method was strong. Shi Taiyi knew that it was absolutely not his last resort. He vaguely remembered that when they first met, Xiao Yi had a spear technique combined with archery, which would be astonishing if performed at his current level.

  Unfortunately, such a method is not suitable for him. Apart from requiring sufficiently strong archery skills, without a sturdy physique, it would be impossible to succeed and would instead damage his tendons and internal organs.

  Three Volcanic Tribe squad captains fell off the battlefield, and compared to Huo Qing, they were even more miserable. They directly fainted and fell down. Huo Lian's face looked ugly because in an instant, Chi Xue couldn't hold on for a few breaths and was also punched by Shi Biao, causing his purple copper bow to shatter and fall off the stage. From this point on, on the Hundred Refining Stage, apart from the nine people from the Blood Stone Tribe, there were no more Volcanic Tribe squad captains left. According to the rules, Chi Xue occupied tenth place in the Squad Captain Great Competition.

  On the stone pedestal.

  Chi Yan's gaze lingered for a moment, he didn't expect such a result. The seven young masters of the Wu clan were all defeated, even if one of them managed to enter the top ten, it was a predetermined position, regardless of who won or lost, there was a place that belonged to him in the Huo Shan tribe.

  This was a far cry from what he had expected before coming here, and the root of all this lay in his eyes, which seemed to be the source of everything on the battlefield at this moment, that figure who looked a bit overbearing, the successor of the brutal giant fist technique, from the moment he made his move, things began to change, until finally, everything was out of control, this person was indeed the biggest variable.

  Akaino Chifuyu looked down at the last three people on stage, and his gaze fell on that young man, he was slightly relieved in his heart, and his face slowly returned to calm.

  A moment later, the duel resumed on the battlefield, but Xiao Yi and Shi Bie remained motionless. The other seven people did not provoke them either, instead engaging in a silent duel until only one person was left. He shook his head, sighed, and surprisingly walked down from the battlefield himself. Some of the centurions nodded in agreement with him, thinking this was the best choice, as fighting any of them would have no sharpening effect due to the huge gap, and would only result in unnecessary harm.

  The sun is high in the sky.

  Everyone can see that the black war stage is already battered, with cracks all over it, revealing the bluestone inside, which also has cracks appearing.

  Xiao Yi and Shi Bie stood facing each other, thirty feet apart. Both of their auras were locked onto each other, neither making the first move, searching for an opening in the other's defense. Behind Shi Bie, the green eyes of the fierce tiger gleamed like two black whirlpools of death, its killing intent filling the air, yet unable to shake Xiao Yi's mental state. The green scales of the ferocious elephant remained still behind Xiao Yi, unmoving despite the intense killing intent washing over it.

  In the end, Shi Biao's expression became increasingly solemn, because he found that his opponent's spiritual power was also evenly matched with his own. However, the spiritual world was as solid as gold, like a towering mountain, and no matter how fiercely he charged forward, he couldn't enter it. Instead, he vaguely felt a counter-shock, and in his blurry spiritual world, he caught a glimpse of an aura that made his spiritual power tremble slightly, giving him a feeling of heart palpitations.

  At this moment of fluctuation, Xiao Yi's sensitive capture was moved, and the hundred-meter battle platform shook violently. He ran fiercely, like a mad elephant rushing forward, his majestic blood boiling, like a burning furnace, with fierce flames pouring out, surging towards Shi Bie.

  "Fierce Tiger Seven Kills Fist! First kill the skin and flesh, second kill the five organs, third kill the blood and energy, fourth kill the spirit!"

  Shi's hand shot out, and with a single move, he unleashed the Four Great Killing Fists, a perfectly executed Lietu Seven Killing Fist technique that he had cultivated to the fourth kill. Facing Xiao Yi's attack, he didn't dare to be careless, using his full strength to strike out. The icy fist energy was cold and menacing, exuding a killing aura that pierced through the air, as a pale wave of energy spread outwards. The battle platform beneath their feet creaked loudly once more, reopening the spiderweb-like cracks.

  Just as Xiao Yi was still several zhang away from Shi Bie, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, without any warning signs, his feet rooted to the ground, his spine like a giant dragon trembling, instantly transforming into an arch shape.

  Wow!

  At that moment, he threw a punch, and it was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, emitting a shrill whistling sound. This punch was too fast, and even Xiao Yi's entire body instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only a clear silhouette that was pierced through by Shi Biao's fist. Three Rivers Ticket, remember to collect if you like it! Ten Steps acknowledges that updates are slow, and without stored drafts, it's hard to speed up. This book is very important to Ten Steps, with each chapter taking 4-5 hours to write. It's difficult to speed up before the plot stabilizes, but still, thank you everyone for giving Ten Steps suggestions, voting for Ren Huang, and rewarding, truly a blessing for Ten Steps.