An enormous amount of Primal Qi surged out of his body, tinged with a tinge of khaki.
This person was actually a third-rank martial artist, causing Yan Li to be slightly surprised.
A third-rank martial artist like this was exiled just like that. It seemed that Zhang Zhidong truly did not like cultivators. If he wanted to fight for battle merits under him, he would have to think of a way himself.
"Good!" Several thoughts ran through Yan Li's mind. His movements were not slow. He first pushed Ji Zhiyuan back, then clenched his right hand into a fist, concentrating a large amount of Primal Qi at the meridian nodes of his right arm. Finally, he did not dodge or evade, but raised his fist without any fancy moves.
Bam!
The collision of Primal Qi against Primal Qi produced an explosion that was unbearable to the ears.
The surrounding soldiers all retreated a few steps.
When they looked at the stage again, they were shocked. This was because Yan Li was sent flying by this punch, almost falling off the stage.
"Ha, what kind of prodigy ranking expert is he? He can't even take one punch from our Lord Commandant."
"That's right. I think this ranking is just so-so. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be on it."
Yan Li slowly calmed his breathing. He raised his right arm and looked at it. The area below his elbow was covered with purplish red extravasated blood and gradually showed signs of swelling. The excruciating pain made his forehead break out in a fine sweat.
"Are you crazy?" Ji Zhiyuan could not help but walk up and say, "You're skilled in the sword, and all you've cultivated are sword techniques. When did you become so stupid to use your body against a cultivator who cultivates the body?"
Yan Li said unhappily, "I've been heartbroken. It's not good to be in a bad mood. Who are you to me? Why are you so nosy? "
Ji Zhiyuan was so angry that her face turned white. All the teachings she had received in her life taught her to control herself. This was because to be a true emperor, she had to hide her anger, sadness, and joy … all her agitated emotions in her heart. But this man, with just a casual sentence or a glance, could affect her emotions, causing her mood to rise from hell to heaven, and then fall from heaven to hell.
How could Yan Li know how she felt? If he knew the meaning behind this, he would definitely be wild with joy. It was precisely because he didn't know that he had to continue venting. He waved his hand and glared at Wang Chuan. "Again!"
Wang Chuan stood still, his face filled with grief and indignation. "Yan Li, don't go too far. Don't tell me that I don't even have the right to make you draw your sword?"
"If I pull out the sword now, it will be an insult to the sword." Yan Li said calmly, "I can't draw my sword because I'm not a real swordsman right now. That would be disrespectful to you."
Of course, Wang Chuan didn't understand his feelings. Even if he did, he wouldn't understand because he wanted to swallow Yan Li alive. In his eyes, Yan Li wasn't a human. How could he understand a guy who wasn't a human?
"Since you're asking for it, don't blame me for being merciless!" He roared as he charged forward.
Bang!
It was still a simple collision. Yan Li retreated further this time, but he had mastered some of the tricks of punching, so the area of injury on his right arm became smaller.
"Again!" Before the audience could laugh at him, Yan Li flew back to the Xuanyuan Stage as if he was really asking for it. The tips of his feet touched the ground twice, and he was already on top of Wang Chuan's head.
Wang Chuan's pupils suddenly constricted because he realized that Yan Li's Primordial Qi also had a faint khaki color.
Although it was very faint, it meant that the nature of his Primordial Qi was changing. It was changing toward the special effect of a certain technique.
The technique he cultivated was called the Great King's Vajra Esoteric. After cultivating it, his skin would become coarse and his flesh would become thick, and his destructive power would be astonishing. However, he had cultivated for so many years, and he had only barely grasped the rudiments. Now, Yan Li only exchanged two punches with him, and it was as if he suddenly understood the essence of the Vajra Esoteric. How could he not be alarmed?
He still swung his fist to meet it.
Bang!
It was clearly a pair of flesh fists, but when they collided, it was like two stubborn rocks.
This time, Yan Li was sent flying.
Wang Chuan couldn't believe it because he realized that Yan Li's fist didn't become stronger. It just looked better.
But this time, when Yan Li was sent flying, all the fist force was cleanly dispersed. It didn't cause any damage to his arm.
Yan Li got up and went on stage again. He was like a bull that refused to admit defeat. He was knocked down again and again, and he got up again and again. Even Ji Zhiyuan thought that he was torturing himself. However, Wang Chuan gradually realized that every time Yan Li got up, he would hold back a portion of his strength.
This portion of strength that he held back caused damage to his arm again. This was because he couldn't completely block Wang Chuan's fist with 90% of his strength.
Every time he used a portion of strength, his entire right arm would swell up. It was a shocking sight.
However, only Wang Chuan knew that the bones in Yan Li's hand didn't suffer any damage at all. It was just this little bit of swelling that would subside in two to three days.
But the onlookers didn't know, so they were all attracted by Yan Li's swollen right hand. They were mocking him, despising him, and numb to him. They were all attracted by Yan Li's swollen right hand.
Yan Li finally stopped rushing forward. He stood on the stage as if he would collapse at any moment.
Ji Zhiyuan came up to support him. She was expressionless. She definitely wouldn't show the slightest bit of heartache, even if it was really painful.
However, Yan Li was really in pain. The sweat on his forehead couldn't lie. He panted heavily and his gaze swept across everyone below the stage. "The price I paid for using one arm is to tell you that nothing is impossible. Even if I don't use my sword, I can still resist Commandant Wang's crazy attacks. Similarly, even if we don't have the chance to obtain military merits, can't we create our own chances?"
Wang Chuan's cheeks were twitching. He was the one being attacked, but it turned out to be the other way around. However, he couldn't refute Yan Li's words because Yan Li did block his fists without using his sword. Although he was the one who initiated the attack every time, and although Yan Li always gave up chasing after him because of the painful expression on his face after he was beaten back.
Now that he thought about it, he was simply an idiot.
The first thing Yan Li wanted to do was to bring this lifeless place back to life.
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on everyone's faces. He recorded everyone's performance.
Wang Chuan already understood Yan Li's intention. Somehow, a glimmer of hope appeared in the depths of his heart. He said in a low voice, "Commandant is right. If we want to leave this damn place, we must create our own chances."
His words were quite influential. Everyone looked at each other. Their numb faces finally had a trace of expression.
However, how could they create an opportunity?
What happened next was something that no one had expected.
Right behind Xuanyuantai, the simple wall made of oak tree trunks was suddenly smashed by someone.
That person was like a chariot. He rushed in with a strange howl, ignoring the wall as if it was nothing.
As soon as this person appeared, everyone's expression changed, including Ji Zhiyuan.
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