"Okay, then let's go practice."
Fu Xi knew he couldn't make it into the top three. He probably didn't even have a chance of making it into the top ten. Fortunately, there was close to a month's time. If he could properly practice, he might be able to improve.
"How about this? I'll find an opponent for you two."
Grandpa Lan was more direct. He felt that Du Feng and Fu Xi couldn't just sit and practice. Although there was plenty of energy in the practice room, it didn't stimulate their bodies enough. If they wanted to break through quickly and accumulate enough battle experience, the best way was to fight.
If Du Feng fought Fu Xi now, it would be like bullying. As soon as the blue old man thought about it, he simply called one of his disciples over. This student wasn't Zheng Kezhao, and he didn't have the peak of the ninth level of the Ultimate Emperor Realm, but he wasn't weak. His Cultivation was at the eighth level of the Ultimate Emperor Realm, and he had received Grandpa Lan's teachings.
Tsk tsk tsk … the old man had cultivated a lot of power. Originally, Du Feng and Fu Xi thought that the main fighting force of the Blue House was Miss Lan's grandfather and uncles. But now, it seemed that Grandpa Lan's students were a terrifying force.
It made sense. Before Zhuo Donglai reached the Sky Realm, the Blue House was the only family in the entire Weiyang Continent that could fight against the Zhuo Family. If they didn't have enough strong fighters, they would have been swallowed by the Zhuo Family.
"Okay, where is he? Let's fight now."
Fu Xi was excited. It would be great to have an eighth level Ultimate Emperor Realm fighter as a sparring partner. The Fu Family's specialty was that they became stronger when they met strong opponents. If they didn't meet strong fighters in the first few rounds, their growth would be slow. If he were to suddenly encounter a powerful fellow next month, he might be directly defeated.
But if they could spar with strong fighters before the next month's competition, it would be a different story.
"Don't worry, he'll be here soon."
As soon as the old blue man said this, everyone understood. His disciple didn't live in the inner city of the Cloud Capital. He didn't even live in the Endless Continent. Instead, he hid somewhere in the lower realm. A major power like the Blue Clan would never place all their trump cards in one place.
If the Blue House had so many people, it was easy to imagine how many elites Zhuo Dong Lai had. No wonder these two old men in Yundu dared to compete with the Yonkō (Four Emperors) back then. They were quite capable.
"Master, you were looking for me?"
After a quarter of an hour, a man in grayish-blue clothes was suddenly teleported to a room in the Blue Manor. He pushed the door out and gave the blue old man a salute first.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … That's quite efficient. After reading it, Du Feng and Fu Xi both noticed this point. To reach the inner city of the Cloud Capital from a hidden place in the Mortal World, one would need to go through many teleportations. Moreover, one would also have to pass through the primeval forest from the outer city to enter the inner city. All the teleportations and flying time added up to less than a quarter of an hour.
That meant if the Blue Manor was in trouble and needed help from those who were hiding in the lower realm, they could arrive in less than a quarter of an hour. On the other hand, if the Blue Manor wanted to leave the inner city and hide in the lower realm, it would save them a lot of time.
"You play with these two kids. Beat them up. Don't be shy."
After the blue old man gave the order, he walked away. Fu Xi was sweating. What did that mean? Didn't he say he was going to be a sparring partner? A sparring partner was supposed to be the kind that stopped once the fight was over. Beat them up. What if they died?
"Sorry."
When the blue old man went out, he turned on the formation in the yard. The formation had just been activated, and the sparring partner was about to attack.
"Don't just stand there!"
Du Feng slapped Fu Xi on the back, telling him to get ready for a fight. He could feel the killing intent from the sparring partner. It was no joke. This ordinary-looking man must have experienced life and death situations. Otherwise, no matter how high his Cultivation level was, it would be hard for him to have such a strong killing intent.
Uh … Fu Xi was scared by Du Feng's slap. He quickly took out his big iron hammer. He turned around and saw that Du Feng was not holding a weapon. The sparring partner was not holding a weapon either. He awkwardly put his hammer away. It seemed like the sparring partner wanted to start with his fists and legs.
The fight lasted for more than 60 hours before it stopped. Du Feng had used all his unarmed combat skills, and his body movements had also been exerted to the extreme. Fu Xi was beaten black and blue. A few of his finger bones were broken, but they healed after a long time. After they healed, they were interrupted again.
"Awesome!"
When the fight stopped, Du Feng shouted. The sparring partner was very good at his fists and legs. His body movements were agile and he had fast reflexes. It could be said that he had been forced to his limits. Because he was not holding a weapon, he was unable to use his Ice Dragon Soul Attack, Fire Dragon Soul Attack, and Sword Finger Canyang. Other than that, he used all the combat skills he could.
"You are having fun, but I was beaten up badly."
Fu Xi used his left hand to correct the broken bone in his right hand. He touched the bump on his forehead and the broken nose bridge. He was a two-meter tall man, but he was beaten up like a pig. It was really tragic. But he didn't get beaten up for nothing. His body movements became more agile, and his resistance to beatings increased.
He was indeed the descendant of the ancient Fu Clan. Every time he got beaten up, his skin and muscles would become more resilient. Indeed, the stronger the opponent.
"Let me rest for a while. Let me recover my beauty."
Du Feng wanted to continue fighting, but Fu Xi suggested to rest first. Because his body movements weren't as good as Du Feng's, he was beaten up more. The wounds on his face hadn't even healed when new ones appeared. He was already beaten up beyond recognition. If this continued, he might not be able to find a wife in the future.
"Ugh …" Du Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Who told you to use your face to take punches? If your head was too big, you wouldn't be able to dodge fast enough. If your body was beaten up, you wouldn't be able to see it through your clothes. But if your face was bruised and swollen, it would be quite unsightly.
"Alright, we'll continue in two hours."
This sparring partner was quite professional. Apart from things related to sparring, he didn't say anything else. Compared to other eighth level Ultimate Emperor Realm cultivators, he was definitely one of the better ones. It was reasonable for Fu Xi to be beaten up so badly. Although Grandpa Lan had told him not to hold back, he knew that he wouldn't injure Fu Xi fatally.
"Don't, don't, don't. You two practice first. I still have a match tomorrow."
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