Xiao Chen's aura flourished. Dragons and tigers circled around him, roaring endlessly. His fists danced, and in an instant, he had punched more than a hundred times.
"Bang!"
Xiao Yang's protective Essence Energy could no longer withstand it. The powerful force shattered it.
Xiao Chen smiled coldly and knocked away his opponent's sword light with one punch. Then, he punched his opponent's chest with the other.
Xiao Yang vomited a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky. His face was pale, without any color.
"Damn it! State of fear!" Xiao Yang said with a malevolent expression as he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
"Wu!
Wu! "A strange aura spread out from Xiao Yang's body. Soon, it encased Xiao Chen.
When Xiao Yang felt that Xiao Chen was within the range of his Qi field, a cocky smile appeared on his face. As long as Xiao Chen entered this Qi field, he would not be able to escape.
As long as Xiao Chen entered this aura, he was confident of defeating even a peak Superior Grade Martial King. Even if an Inferior Grade Martial King cultivated a Heaven Ranked Cultivation Technique and had surging Essence, he would still be able to defeat him easily.
Xiao Chen felt a strange energy like a sponge, trying to penetrate his mind.
However, the ancient bell formed by Xiao Chen's Spiritual Sense in his sea of consciousness shook gently and shattered this sponge-like energy.
He did not feel anything; it had no effect on Xiao Chen.
Indeed, it is as I guessed. A state that can affect emotions definitely involves Mental Energy. Xiao Chen's Mental Energy is comparable to that of a Martial Monarch.
Before Xiao Chen, Xiao Yang's state of fear was simply not sufficient.
The drumbeats reverberated endlessly, keeping a firm grasp on the rhythm of the battle. It was as if they sensed that the battle had reached its most intense moment.
The drummer seemed to be exerting all the strength in his body. Every beat of the drum struck the deepest part of the hearts of the crowd.
Everyone's hearts pounded; they were extremely nervous.
"Fall for me!"
Xiao Yang smashed the ground with his left palm and his body shot up. Sparks danced on his sword and quickly turned into a blazing flame, burning endlessly.
Xiao Chen's expression was incredibly calm. He watched Xiao Yang fly over and attack with all his might. Soon, he found the weakness of this move.
Bang!
When he was three meters away from Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen calmly kicked out his foot. The tip of his foot accurately kicked the wrist of the man who was holding the sword.
His wrist bone immediately shattered, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang. The surging fire attribute Yuan Qi immediately turned into countless sparks that scattered around the two of them.
His right leg, which was still in the air, did not land on the ground. Instead, it slid downwards, and with a light hook, it landed on Xiao Yang's chin.
Xiao Yang spat out another mouthful of blood. This kick sent Xiao Yang tumbling to the ground.
"Impossible! How could you resist my Domain of Fear? You must have used some sort of cheating method!" Xiao Yang said crazily as he placed both his hands on the ground.
Xiao Chen could not be bothered to say more. He directly kicked him a hundred meters away, and he slid down a distance on the ground.
The drumming stopped abruptly. The result of this battle was self-evident.
Bang!
--- Up in the tall tower, Gao Yangyu, who had been watching the battle closely, was enraged when he saw the result. He slammed his palm on the table made of sandalwood.
"Damn it! Why is there something wrong with this Xiao Yang? Normally, he can defeat a peak Superior Grade Martial King. Now, he cannot even deal with an insignificant Inferior Grade Martial King."
The old man beside Gao Yangyu muttered, "Xiao Yang's two trump cards, the Butterfly Steps and the state of fear, were completely countered by this fellow. It is not strange that he lost.
"After all, aside from these two points, Xiao Yang is only an ordinary Superior Grade Martial King."
Gao Yangyu waved his hand and said, "I don't care how you arrange it. Since we cannot let him lose a hundred matches, we have to make him lose at least forty matches. Otherwise, we will not be able to answer to Li Xiuzhu."
Gao Yangyu's original plan was to send Xiao Yang out and severely injure Xiao Chen in the first match. This would greatly reduce his strength. Then, he could easily make Xiao Chen lose ten matches in a row.
However, the situation had turned around. Xiao Chen did not suffer any serious injuries and easily defeated Xiao Yang. His plan to lose a hundred matches in a row was completely ruined.
The old man could clearly feel that this Xiao Chen was not easy to deal with. When he heard Gao Yangyu's angry words, he felt immense pressure in his heart.
"City Lord Gao, how about this? We will not send out any of our people for today's ten matches. Let him fight ten matches first. How about we send someone to deal with him after the Elder's Hall thoroughly analyzes his strength? "the elder suggested.
Gao Yangyu's expression turned sullen, and his thoughts raced. After a while, he said, "We will do as you say. However, we cannot neglect the matters of the others. We still have to advertise them. No matter what, earning money is the most important."
"Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon!"
Xiao Chen crossed his arms and formed a strong wall of Qi. A tiger and dragon circled around him, blocking his opponent's strong attack.
"Dragon Hissing Tiger Roar! Defeat!"
Using the momentum and energy of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Xiao Chen brought out the might of the Great Dragon Tiger Fist to its limits. The ferocious fist energy caused his opponent to vomit blood.
The war drums stopped, but the hearts of the many cultivators in the spectator stands did not stop.
"What a fellow! This is already his ninth consecutive victory. After defeating Xiao Yang, he became more and more valiant. He did not show any signs of exhaustion."
"Unexpectedly, he dual cultivates the physical body and Essence. Each match is stronger than the one before. I can't tell what his strongest state is."
"Originally, I thought that Xiao Yang lost because he was careless. It looks like his defeat was not undeserved."
After defeating Xiao Yang, Xiao Chen's momentum soared. He won another eight matches in a row, setting off the first small climax of the wrestling ring.
As the war drums beat, the emotions of the spectators were stirred up. The sounds of discussion did not stop for a long time.
"It is possible that he will be the first person to obtain ten consecutive victories. He is much stronger than Yun Ping, who went up first."
"Let's wait and see who will choose to go up first."
After the consecutive battles in the wrestling ring, Xiao Chen's fighting spirit was completely stimulated. However, his eyes remained calm.
No matter how loud the war drums were, Xiao Chen maintained his composure and put in as much effort as he could.
After a minute, Xiao Chen's tenth challenger finally arrived. He was also a cultivator who specialized in close combat. He was a peak Superior Grade Martial King.
However, his Cultivation Technique did not seem to be anything special. Although his cultivation realm was high, his aura did not seem very strong. He should only be a Medial Grade Earth Ranked Cultivation Technique.
Good Martial Techniques were hard to find, but Cultivation Techniques were hard to find. This was a very common saying in the continent. Even in the strong sects and clans, they only had a few Superior Grade Earth Ranked Cultivation Techniques.
Peak Earth-class Cultivation Techniques were even rarer. As for Heaven-class Cultivation Techniques, they were only passed down from generation to generation in a few top sects.
"Beiming Feng, please advise me!"
The challenger performed a cupped-fist salute and reported his name. As the war drums sounded out, the two immediately started fighting.
"Bang!
Bang! Bang! "The two of them used their fists and feet to fight. Hence, the fight was very intense. Punches and feet flew back and forth; every move was a head-on clash.
However, the other party's attainments in Fist Techniques were much higher than Xiao Chen's. His coordination with his fists and feet was much more agile than Xiao Chen's.
Soon, Xiao Chen received several punches. However, the attacks that Xiao Chen landed on his opponent were barely half of his opponent's.
The Great Dragon Tiger Fist was only a Medial Grade Earth Ranked Martial Technique; it was not considered a peak Martial Technique. It was not difficult to understand why an expert proficient in close combat would end up in such a situation.
If not for the black gloves increasing Xiao Chen's attack speed, the situation would have been even more unsightly.
However, Xiao Chen had the advantage in terms of his strong physical defense. His Vital Qi and Essence far surpassed his opponent's. The force of one punch was equivalent to five or six punches from his opponent.
When Xiao Chen's Essence and Vital Qi merged, he could force his opponent back.
After exchanging more than a hundred moves, Beiming Feng's complexion turned pale. Blood leaked out of the corner of his lips.
Although Xiao Chen was not in a good state, it was still within the limits of what his body could endure. The cleansing of a Heaven Ranked Cultivation Technique had strengthened his flesh, bones, and meridians. This was no joke.
"I'm not fighting anymore. I admit defeat."
After exchanging another two hundred moves, Beiming Feng's complexion was completely drained of blood. The Qi and blood in his body surged. If he continued, he would suffer severe internal injuries.
Xiao Chen withdrew his hand and retreated, no longer attacking.
"I am not weaker than you. It is just that your physical body and Cultivation Technique are slightly stronger than mine. If I had the same physical condition as you, even ten of you would not be a match for me."
Beiming Feng wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, feeling extremely dissatisfied.
Xiao Chen said indifferently, "A win is a win. A loss is a loss. Why are there so many reasons?"
Xiao Chen found Beiming Feng's words laughable. The accomplishments of his physical body could not be explained in one sentence.
Before the age of sixteen, Xiao Chen could not condense a Martial Spirit. All the Spiritual Energy he absorbed poured into his flesh and bones, laying a good foundation for his body.
However, because of this, he was mocked for close to six years. In the underground world of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, Song Que nearly killed him with one palm strike, nearly causing him to lose his soul.
After Xiao Chen obtained an Earth Ranked Body Tempering Cultivation Technique, he finally stepped into the threshold of physical cultivation. Every time he fought for a Spirit Herb, there were all sorts of dangerous battles.
After Xiao Chen obtained a Heaven Ranked Body Tempering Cultivation Technique, he suffered three types of inhumane torture. However, he endured all of them.
The path of physical body cultivation was filled with thorns and thorns.
Every step was extremely difficult. Xiao Chen had relied on his strong willpower to persevere until now.
How could it be as simple as the other party made it out to be? What nonsense.
Beiming Feng tossed over a box of Spirit Stones and smiled without a care in the world. "Ha ha, it is as you said. The loser does not need to find excuses. However, your good days will come to an end tomorrow. You can take the Spirit Stones away. I can't be bothered to go over. "
Xiao Chen committed the other party's words to heart. He did not say anything more. He put away the Spirit Stones and headed for the spectator stands.
Although Xiao Chen felt suspicious, he was sure that someone was targeting him. Xiao Yang and this Beiming Feng were sent by that person.
However, if Xiao Chen took the initiative to ask this fellow, he would not get any results. So, there was no need to ask.
When the grey-robed old man saw Xiao Chen return, he handed him the remaining one thousand five hundred Spirit Stones. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Little Brother, you are the first to obtain ten consecutive victories."
Xiao Chen received the Spirit Stones and thanked the grey-robed old man. Then, he walked to the back of the crowd. "Sou!
Sou! "
As he walked, Xiao Chen could feel many gazes on him. There were also all sorts of perceptions trying to probe him.
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