A cold light flashed, and the dagger sliced horizontally.
Hou Dongqun's face was filled with joy, but he was immediately startled.
The dagger once again sliced empty air. It turned out that Yan Li had already retreated a few steps before the cold light flashed. This was the terrifying part of being able to see through a preemptive strike.
Hou Dongqun's face turned cold. "You won't be so lucky next time!"
Yan Li smiled. He suddenly took off his outer shirt and wrapped it around the edge of the dagger.
This inexplicable action caused everyone to be baffled.
Hou Dongqun calmed his mind, unmoved by external objects, and took out a second dagger. The two blades rubbed against each other, emitting an ear-piercing sound of sharp weapons.
His robe moved without any wind. Perhaps it was an illusion, but his body suddenly became very tall.
Only the insiders knew that at this moment, Hou Dongqun had already spread his Vitality throughout the meridian nodes of his body. This was a sign that he was going to use his full strength.
It was hard to imagine that Hou Dongqun was a Rank-5, but until now, he had not forced out Yan Li's secrets, but was forced to use his full strength.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was starting to panic. Because from the beginning, Yan Li's performance was very calm, and he had always been on the defense. He did not make any counterattacks, and he was even distracted during dangerous moves. If he did not have great confidence in his own strength, how would he dare to take such a risk?
But, as the saying goes, those closely involved cannot see clearly, Hou Dongqun himself did not notice. He only felt that he was so close to killing Yan Li, but he did not feel that he was constantly exposing his true strength and his secrets.
"Die!" With a shout, the two swords attacked each other, like a dragon coming out of the water. Bits of scattered Vitality splashed in the air like water splashes.
Everyone stared unblinkingly. The difference between Rank-5 and Rank-6 was completely shown. How was Yan Li going to deal with it?
Under everyone's gaze, Yan Li did not retreat, but advanced. The longsword wrapped in his outer shirt took the initiative to move forward.
This was the first time he took the initiative to attack.
With a muffled sound, the longsword accurately blocked Hou Dongqun's two daggers in an almost impossible way.
"You underestimate me too much!" Hou Dongqun bellowed. His Yuan Energy surged and his robes fluttered. His dagger danced as if it was flying. Two rays of silver light flashed and each strike was fatal.
Yan Li parried with one sword, but he immediately felt powerless and was forced to retreat step by step. His complexion became more and more unsightly, and his movements became slower and slower.
Without a doubt, if this were to continue, it would be difficult for him to escape the fate of death in less than ten moves.
One had to know that Hou Dongqun was able to unleash his full strength with every move he made. Even his entire body could cause fatal damage to Yan Li. On the other hand, although Yan Li's Primordial Energy had increased, he was like a beggar who suddenly received a huge sum of money. He had yet to adapt to how to use it.
The more Hou Dongqun fought, the more excited he became. His eyes were filled with bloodlust. Suddenly, he let out a strange cry, and a glaring light burst out from his swords.
Bang!
The Yuan Qi collided fiercely, and the long robe that was wrapped around the sword tip was instantly torn to pieces. The air was greatly oppressed, and it was visible to the naked eye that it surged in all directions.
Yan Li retreated more than ten steps, and a trace of blood immediately seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, the audience below the stage was already disappointed in him, and they felt that they had vented their anger. Their expressions were slightly mocking as they whispered to each other.
Hou Dongqun sneered, "The next move will send you on your way!"
"Haha, so that's how it is. I finally understand." Yan Li suddenly laughed as if there was no one else around.
The audience below the stage looked at each other, not knowing the intentions of Yan Li's actions.
Suddenly, someone said, "Could it be that he has been using Hou Dongqun to feed him moves and comprehend the Dharmic formulation?"
"How is that possible? I can see that it's already very difficult for him to parry, and he still wants to comprehend the Dharmic formulation? Don't joke around … "
The conversation reached Hou Dongqun's ears, and a trace of anger flashed across his face, "Hmph, he's just deliberately mystifying things!"
Then, he sneered again and said, "After cultivating for so many years, I have figured out a move and a half. I'll use you as an example!"
That faintly discernible sword momentum appeared again. As he breathed, the air visibly stirred, and the dust in the air suddenly turned into powder.
"Chasing after a star!"
His expression became serious, and his words were like thunder. His vital energy surged like a tide. This time, he mobilized all the vital energy in his body.
The short sword in his left hand suddenly left his hand, as fast as a meteor. At the same time, his feet moved quickly, following closely behind. The two swords, one in front and one behind, had a faint red light connecting them, causing the two short swords to seem to become one.
Everyone was shocked. This Hou Dongqun did not look impressive, but his strength was not weak. This move was an ultimate skill that he displayed by condensing his sword momentum to the extreme. That faint red light was the apparition that appeared when the vital energy condensed under the sword momentum.
"If his background was better, he might be able to rank in the top ten."
Immediately, someone sighed.
Other than one's own comprehension, the effects of external objects were not small. Every cultivator, due to the restrictions of the grade of their true name, could only absorb a limited amount of vital energy each day. A cultivator that used medicinal food to modify their body from a young age, and trained their muscles and bones, would have a stronger physique. Their vital energy could not be tempered, and would naturally be converted into cultivation. This was the reason why the cultivators of aristocratic families could improve so quickly.
Like Yan Li, while he was constantly under the threat of the curse, the amount of vital energy he could absorb each day was unimaginable by others. If it was not for the method, his strength would be at least a third-grade martial artist. This was the tangible benefit that came with the grade of a true name.
In the blink of an eye, a strange phenomenon occurred. Hou Dongqun immediately shouted, "Sun Piercer!"
The red light rose, like a blazing sun, and shot forward, aiming straight for Yan Li's chest.
The vital energy boiled, interweaving into an incomparably sharp presence. Anyone who was hit by it would have no chance of survival.
Everyone's eyes stared unblinkingly at Yan Li. Even though they deeply hated this person, they always had some kind of hope for him.
Yan Li had such a unique charm.
The long sword quickly and elegantly drew a flower. The corner of his mouth rose slightly. "Hidden Sword."
The voice was soft, like a lover whispering in the ear.
At the same time, he calmly took a step, then a second step, a third step … he murmured, "Tian Ya."
The two intersected in an instant.
One was as leisurely as though he was on an outing, the other was as manic as a raging fire.
However, an extremely deep, greenish-black cold light flashed across the void and intertwined with the blazing red light.
The cold air that assaulted their faces caused everyone's breathing to involuntarily stagnate.
Ping!
With a crisp sound, Yan Li's long sword was broken into two. His face instantly became extremely pale, and the faint aura of Yuan Qi that had been exuding from his body suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had been sucked dry in an instant.
Was he defeated?
The crowd could not help but have such a thought.
Unexpectedly, Hou Dongqun's footsteps did not stop. He walked forward, then stopped, as though he wanted to turn his head, but he heard a "chi" sound, and saw a column of blood spurt out. His head actually rolled down from his head, rolling off the stage.
Silence reigned!
Yan Li turned his back to the corpse, his eyes distant and deep. He whispered softly, "I will give my bad luck to you."
"Impossible!"
An incredulous roar suddenly burst out from the crowd. Everyone followed the voice and saw that it was the capital governor's son, Yu Muren.
Yu Muren looked as though he had seen a ghost, his face full of disbelief and fear.
Only a few people in the field could understand his feelings, and Tang Sanghua was one of them.
Her beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of brilliance. She once again reviewed Yan Li's performance from the beginning to the end. The latter did not show any sword momentum, but at the last moment, he burst out an unimaginable momentum.
Generally speaking, momentum would increase in the process of a fierce battle. In the realm of martial arts, there was no exception, unless one had surpassed martial arts and reached the realm of Perfected Being.
But how old was Yan Li? How many Perfected Beings were there in the entire Divine Land?
In fact, there was no exception.
Yan Li just suddenly understood the mystery of the "Heart Cleansing Secrets."
To put it bluntly, it was not complicated, but a little too simple.
He used his outer shirt to wrap the sword, so that the external force could penetrate into the sword and stay there for a longer time. This gave him enough time to prepare and operate the method. Bit by bit, he absorbed and stored Hou Dongqun's strength, and then supplemented it with his own vital energy.
Of course, the "Heart Cleansing Secrets" alone was not enough.
Every time he attacked, he had to use his full strength.
And this was the second benefit of his real name. Of course, it was his real name.
So, in fact, Yan Li only had the power of one sword, which was why he had been defending.
Yan Li steadied his body without batting an eyelid, not letting anyone see that he was acting strangely. He looked at the broken sword with pity. It would cost a lot of money to buy it again.
"The winner, Yan Li." Seeing Hou Dongqun's head and body separated, the official from the Notary Department immediately announced the result and left. Apparently, he was already used to this.
Yan Li caught his breath and walked to the headless body as if there was no one else around. He took out the 2,000 taels bill from Hou Dongqun's arms and smiled with satisfaction.
At this moment, facing the headless body that was still oozing blood, his smile was somewhat creepy. Most people then secretly decided not to provoke this devil.
Returning from the Martial Arts Arena to the Academy, everyone went to their own hall.
There were only about 20 people in the Jia Hall, where Yan Li was. Several of the top ten were still absent, and the rest were also strong people who were not weaker than Hou Dongqun.
In fact, those who were assigned to the Jia Hall were the seeds who had the hope of entering the Inner Yard. They were specially selected by the Academy to let a group of outstanding people gather in one place to promote competition. As for whether it was good or bad, in this era of cultivators, only the strong had the right to speak.
The Jia Hall was near the library, which was actually an enlarged version of a private school, but the surrounding space was very spacious, and there were all kinds of "equipment".
In the school, about 20 students sat according to their student numbers. The instructor had not come, and they were laughing and joking endlessly.
"Sit properly!"
At this moment, a cold-faced middle-aged man suddenly walked in. As soon as he came in, the temperature in the school immediately dropped several degrees.
A few people who knew this person slightly changed their expressions and secretly muttered, "Why is it him?"
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