Chapter Seventeen: Spirit Symbol

  Zhao Jun smiled wryly, took out another pale yellow talisman with mysterious symbols engraved on it, and with a turn of his inner energy, the talisman immediately ignited automatically, turning into a yellow light that poured into his body.

  In one breath, Zhao Jun's aura rose again, breaking through the peak of the strong air boundary and entering the early stage of the sixth layer of acquired true energy.

  "True Energy Realm! He actually broke through and became a master of the True Energy Realm."

  "It's too unbelievable!"

  "It seems that this time Su Han is going to lose."

  “……”

  Feeling Zhao Jun's aura, everyone in the martial arts arena was moved once again.

  The day after tomorrow, the Sixfold True Qi Realm. When a martial artist cultivates to this realm, the internal energy within their body will all transform into true qi. The purity of the true qi far surpasses that of ordinary internal energy, and its strengthening effect on the body also far exceeds that of internal energy. Under the strengthening of the true qi, even if a martial artist uses ordinary martial techniques, they can still use their physical body to withstand ordinary swords and knives, with extremely powerful combat strength. In Xiyuan Town, there are not many people who possess cultivation at the Sixfold True Qi Realm.

  Gu Shengxuan looked at Zhao Jun with a complex expression and let out a long sigh: "It seems that this time, Su Han is going to lose."

  With the possession of the symbol knife, and having advanced to become a true energy realm strongman, Zhao Jun's combat strength had increased by several times compared to earlier. Su Han was strong, but he couldn't possibly be Zhao Jun's opponent.

  Su Yan's face suddenly changed, becoming very unsightly in an instant. His eyebrows furrowed tightly, no longer with the previous carefree expression. His body leaned forward slightly, and the internal energy inside him began to surge.

  Su Han's future is boundless, and it's highly likely that he'll become a top-notch master like the Void Refining Realm or the Sect Master Realm. Su Yan doesn't want to see him die here.

  Zhao Yuanbo has been paying attention to Su Yan, feeling the fluctuations in Su Yan's power and breath, and couldn't help but mockingly say: "Haha, Old Ghost Su, you'd better not make any rash moves. The duel on the martial arena is sacred and inviolable, unless the person above personally admits defeat, otherwise outsiders absolutely cannot intervene. Once intervened, it would violate the laws of our Great Flame Dynasty, a responsibility that your Su family cannot bear."

  Su Yan's face was gloomy, his fists clenched tightly, and he fell into silence.

  The duel on the Great Flame Emperor's martial arts arena is sacred and inviolable, outsiders are not allowed to interfere. Once interfered with, it will be considered a serious crime. At least 15 years in prison, and at most can be sentenced to death.

  Zhao Jun held the token knife, his face twisted in a grimace, like a wounded beast. His eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he glared at Su Han, saying word by word: "Su Han, you actually dare to force me to this point, it's truly a heinous crime, unforgivable. After I defeat you, I'll take Luo Ningxiang that cheap goods back home. After I'm tired of playing with her, I'll sell her to the brothel, and let your sister become a prostitute who has slept with thousands of men. You Su family children, not one will be spared, I'll make you all fall into hell."

  Jin Gang Fu, Dao Fu, and Po Jing Fu are the three trump cards that Zhao Jun has mastered. Each of them is worth more than 10,000 taels of silver, a price beyond measure. He had originally planned to use these three treasures to make a stunning debut in the Luoshan Sect's entrance test and seize an inner disciple position. Now that Su Han has forced him to reveal his trump cards, he may not be able to make a stunning debut during the entrance test after all, which means the inner disciple position is now uncertain.

  To know that Luo Shan Zong is one of the three major martial arts holy lands in the Great Flame Empire, it has an incredibly terrifying influence within the empire. Even the Emperor himself does not have a position as noble as the Sect Master of Luo Shan Zong. If one can become an inner disciple of Luo Shan Zong, they will be able to cultivate superior martial arts and have hope to ascend to that mysterious realm of Xiantian, which is the greatest dream of countless cultivators. Now this dream has been destroyed by Su Han, naturally making Zhao Jun hate him to the bone.

  Su Han's eyes flashed with a murderous intent as he spoke in a cold voice, "Zhao Jun, you little beast, your time is up. Today, I will annihilate you here and let Zhao Yuanbo that old dog taste the flavor of an elder sending off a younger one."

  "You little beast, die!"

  Zhao Jun's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he stepped forward with the Tidal Step technique. His body flickered as he charged towards Su Han like a tidal wave, his knife flashing in the light. The symbol on the knife spun rapidly, leaving behind a series of residual images as it slashed directly at Su Han.

  Su Han didn't dare to be careless, his spirit concentrated to the extreme, his body technique unfolded, and his figure violently retreated backwards, shuttling through the gap in the knife light that his mysterious right eye had seen.

  After Zhao Jun was promoted to the realm of true energy, his speed suddenly increased greatly, and the symbol knife in his hand became extremely sharp. If Su Han didn't have that mysterious right eye to see through the gaps between the knife lights, he would have been cut into pieces by now. Even with the strange symbols flashing in his right eye, Su Han was still in a precarious situation, barely escaping danger amidst the knife lights.

  Zhao Jun's strength suddenly increased by a large margin, his speed of movement surged violently, but his martial skills were still very ordinary and rough, with many flaws in his knife techniques.

  "What a great opportunity!"

  Su Han's right eye flashed with an unusual light, and in that brief moment of evasion, he spotted a flaw in Zhao Jun's knife technique. He took a swift step forward, his body slightly twisting to avoid Zhao Jun's fiercely slashing blade, and closed in on him. A powerful palm strike crashed into Zhao Jun's body.

  Bang!

  "You fool!! This opening, I left it for you on purpose!!" Along with a soft sound, Zhao Jun took Su Han's palm strike, his body only slightly swaying, and immediately revealed an extremely ferocious smile. The symbol knife in his hand transformed into a residual shadow, slashing towards Su Han.

  After using the Golden Emblem, Zhao Jun's physical hardness had reached a level comparable to that of a master who had cultivated horizontal exercises and had reached the Seventh Realm of Postnatal Spirit Qi. Even with full force, Su Han was unable to break through his defense, making it almost impossible for swords or guns to penetrate.

  "Not good!" Su Han's face suddenly changed dramatically, his body violently bending towards the ground.

  A flash of knife light passed by, and with a brush, Su Han's chest suddenly had a huge wound that could see the bone, and a large piece of blood gushed out from it.

  At this scene, the faces of all the people in the Su family's VIP seat changed greatly and became very unsightly. Once Su Han lost, the entire Su family would be disheartened and their fate would be worrying. At this time, the Su family was already in a situation where one person's honor or shame would affect everyone else, even though some of the younger generation of the Su family still looked down on Su Han, they did not want him to lose at this moment.

  Lu Yingxiang's face was even paler, her small white hands were clenched together, her slender body leaned forward, slightly trembling, extremely tense.

  "Haha, you little beast, go die!!"

  Zhao Junyi succeeded with one blow, and immediately let out a fierce and terrifying laughter. He took a step forward, holding the symbol knife in his hand, and fiercely slashed at Su Han on the ground.

  Su Han fell to the ground and immediately rolled away, avoiding Zhao Jun's continuous slashes.

  Zhao Jun's sword chopped down onto the ground, as if cutting tofu, effortlessly slicing through the Qinghua Rock stage, which was as hard as steel, creating deep gashes. If it were to slash at a human body, it would easily cut a person in two with one stroke, and even a martial arts master who had practiced horizontal exercises couldn't withstand his single sword strike.