Looking at the two young men on the high platform, all eyes in the audience were filled with interest and shifted over to them. They also wanted to know if this young man, who had created a miracle again after three years, possessed such a terrifying progress in his martial arts training as well?

  In the VIP seat, Xiao Zhan frowned and looked at Xiao Ning who was on stage to challenge him. His face looked a bit unsightly, although Xiao Yan's fighting spirit exceeded his expectations, but as for fighting skills, he had never seen the latter go to the Fighting Skills Hall to learn from a specialized family fighting skills master.

  It should be known that Dou Technique is different from the initial Dou Qi cultivation. The low-level Dou Techniques of the Yellow Stage can still be cultivated through one's own exploration, but some mid-to-high level Dou Techniques of the Yellow Stage must be taught by a family's Dou Technique master. However, in recent years, Xiao Zhan has never heard any of the family's Dou Technique masters mention that Xiao Yan had come to learn Dou Techniques from them. On the contrary, Xiao Ning is a frequent visitor.

  According to Xiao Zhan's understanding, this year's strength in Douzhiqi eight segments, Xiao Ning has already mastered at least three kinds of Huangjie intermediate and one kind of Huangjie advanced combat skills. These few combat skills are enough to make him difficult to find an opponent among the strong of the same level. This time, it seems that Xiao Yan is at a disadvantage.

  "Heh heh, Elder Xiao, do you think Young Master Xiao Yan can win?" A gentle voice asked with a smile, her eyes fixed tightly on the elegant figure of Ya Fei beside Xiao Zhan.

  Xiao Zhan slowly suppressed some of the anger in his heart due to Xiao Ning, and smiled faintly: "Yan Er is not very skilled in fighting techniques, and has only recently entered the realm of the eighth stage of Dou Qi. Compared to Xiao Ning, who has been at this level for a full year, the chances of winning are probably not too great."

  "Oh, really?" The charming and alluring gaze of Ya Fei's eyes slightly shifted as she blinked her long eyelashes. Her beautiful eyes, with a hint of laziness, gazed at the calm and composed black-shirted young man in the arena. Her small, rosy mouth suddenly curved upwards, and her lovely cheeks, filled with a mature charm, smiled brightly: "For some reason, I have complete confidence in Xiao Yan, I think he will definitely win."

  Xiao Zhan was taken aback, seemingly surprised by her sudden confidence, and smiled as he shook his head: "Then I'll borrow Lady Ya's auspicious words."

  ……

  Looking at Xiao Yan standing casually in front of him, Xiao Ning sneered and slowly clenched his fists. A faint aura of combat flowed rapidly within his body, bringing wave after wave of powerful sensations.

  Slightly quiet, Xiao Ning's palm suddenly stepped on the ground, and his body rushed straight towards Xiao Yan, who was close at hand. As he rushed forward, Xiao Ning's palms were slightly curved, and the sharp fingernails on his ten fingers gleamed with a bit of cold light.

  At a distance of only half a meter from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning's body suddenly stopped, his right claw drew a sharp arc, and went straight for Xiao Yan's throat: "Yellow Level Intermediate Fighting Skill: Fissure Claw Strike!"

  With a calm expression, Xiao Yan gazed at the incoming claw strike. He slowly raised his palm, slightly curled and then suddenly pushed out with a powerful force...

  Under this sudden and tremendous force, Xiao Ning's face changed color, his body was like being hit by a heavy hammer, his feet retreated more than ten steps before he could stop himself with some difficulty.

  On the high platform, looking at this scene, Xiao Zhan's face was slightly surprised, while Ya Fei on the side smiled softly, elegantly picked up the white jade tea cup in front of her, her red lips parted slightly, and she took a light sip.

  "This little guy is really hiding his true self... " A sly smile rose to the corners of Yafei's lips as she muttered to herself.

  "What... what kind of martial skill is this?" Rubbing his somewhat tight chest, Xiao Ning's face changed color and he asked sternly.

  Xiao Yan glanced at him faintly, then immediately lowered his eyes to look at his own palm. This "Blazing Fire Palm" may have an unpleasant name, but the powerful thrust it created was indeed very satisfying for Xiao Yan.

  Looking at Xiao Yan who didn't notice him, Xiao Ning's face twitched slightly, his teeth clenched in anger, and he rushed towards Xiao Yan again.

  His outstretched palm had not yet retracted, Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes, gazing at the increasingly approaching Xiao Ning, and a faint, cold arc slowly rose from the corner of his mouth.

  The open right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and a fierce suction force shot out from the palm: "Mystic Stage Fighting Technique: Suction Palm!"

  Look, Xiao Yan shook hands again, and Xiao Ning's feet unconsciously grasped the ground tightly. However, before the force of the push arrived, a suction force suddenly pulled him forward with great force.

  His body drew an arc in mid-air, hurtling straight towards Xiao Yan, whose mouth was curved into a mysterious smile.

  Although his body was pulled by the suction force, when Xiao Ning looked at Xiao Yan who was getting closer and closer to him, he couldn't help but smile with joy, and a fierce aura quickly condensed on his fist.

  "Tiě Shān Quán!" A loud roar, Xiao Ning's fist suddenly clenched tightly, a sharp and fierce gust of wind burst forth in mid-air, and immediately struck towards Xiao Yan's shoulder. Judging from this stance, if he were to be hit, Xiao Yan's arm would likely suffer severe damage. It seems that this guy had no intention of holding back from the very beginning.

  Tieshan Fist, Huang Jie's high-level fighting skill, has a powerful and extraordinary effect, requiring the cultivation of Dou Zhi Qi to be above the 7th level before one is qualified to practice it.

  Squinting his eyes to feel the sharp aura, Xiao Yan slowly exhaled a breath of air. The circulation route of the fighting spirit within his body suddenly changed: "Mystic Stage Fighting Technique: Blazing Palm!"

  As the roar in his heart fell, a fierce thrust burst out of Xiao Yan's palm once again.

  "Bang!" The air rippled slightly, and a formless counterforce slammed into Xiao Ning's body, which was rushing forward. The two opposing forces collided, instantly turning his face pale.

  "Hmph."

  Two opposing forces, in the end, it was the propulsive force that took the upper hand. After a brief stalemate, Xiao Ning was directly knocked to the ground by the propulsive force and slid more than ten meters on the floor before slowly coming to a stop. At the same time, a mouthful of blood also sprayed out miserably.

  Looking at Xiao Ning who was lying limp on the ground, Xiao Yan glanced around at the slightly quietened scene, his palm slowly moved down, and he let out a soft sigh: "You lost..."

  Third update, a bit late, sorry!

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