(Third Update)
Outside the Ultimate Martial Grand Hunting Ground's exit, many people were still waiting.
A young man wearing a white martial attire with a simple ink painting of a mountain swayed and rushed out like a gust of wind. He was very fast and had a sense of calmness.
"It's him!"
"Qin Shijia!"
"This kid's perception is outstanding and he's proficient in all kinds of martial arts. It's reasonable for him to be the first Blood Qi Realm martial artist to make it out of the Ultimate Martial Grand Hunting Ground."
Then, the second person appeared. It was the Ultimate Martial Martial Institution's disciple, Yun Feng. His movement technique had a natural elegance.
The third person rushed out with a domineering aura. It was Nangong Honglie of the Nangong Family. He crossed ten meters in one step like a battleship breaking through the water.
One after another, the tenth Blood Qi Realm martial artist appeared not long after.
"Chen Zong isn't among them?" The Seven Lights Martial Institution's Tianyao Hall instructor was stunned. Speaking of which, Chen Zong had surprised him time and time again. Therefore, this time, he thought that Chen Zong might have the ability to enter the top ten. He did not expect that he was not.
"That's true. There are too many young geniuses below the Ultimate Martial Capital." The instructor shook his head and said to himself.
But as time passed, the instructor could not help but become nervous.
More and more Blood Qi Realm martial artists came out. There were already more than two hundred of them, but Chen Zong was still not among them.
"He's still not out yet." Nangong Wulie's eyes widened as he scanned the area. He did not see Chen Zong's figure and immediately thought maliciously, "He couldn't have been killed by a powerful demon beast, right?"
At this moment, Zhan Ying, Xu Zhantian, and Yi Qianren appeared one after another. They quickly scanned the area and when they did not see Chen Zong's figure, their hearts could not help but thump.
Chen Zong's strength was more tyrannical than the three of them combined. His speed was also faster than theirs. Under normal circumstances, he should have made it out of the Ultimate Martial Grand Hunting Ground earlier than the three of them.
Could it be that something had happened?
"Did any of you see Chen Zong?" The instructor quickly asked the Tianyao Hall Blood Qi disciples who came out.
"I don't know."
"I don't know either."
"I think I saw Chen Zong's figure just now. He was surrounded by a pack of Cyan Light Wolves." A disciple said with uncertainty.
"Surrounded by a pack of Cyan Light Wolves!"
"The Cyan Light Wolf is a Class 2 High Tier Demonic Beast."
"It can't be that bad right? In the Ultimate Martial Grand Hunting Ground, there are very few High Rank 2 Demonic Beasts in groups."
"Humph! Humph! So what if you are stronger than me? If you are unlucky, then all your words are for naught." Wang Minghua secretly sneered.
"Even a group of Upper Lv 2 Demonic Beasts may not be able to defeat Chen Zong. However, he will probably be eliminated." Qi Fei secretly sneered.
The instructor's face changed. In his opinion, although Chen Zong was not weak, if he was surrounded by a group of Class 2 Upper Rank demonic beasts, he would die if he was not careful.
However, there was nothing he could do.
Time slowly passed, and more than one and a half hours had passed.
Just as the Tianyao Hall disciple said, Chen Zong was indeed surrounded by a pack of Class 2 Upper Rank demonic beasts, Cyan Light Wolves.
As a Class 2 Upper Rank demonic beast, the Cyan Light Wolf's individual strength was stronger than an ordinary Qi and Blood Realm Level Nine martial artist. It could even fight with an elite Qi and Blood Realm Level Nine martial artist.
Of course, even an elite Qi and Blood Realm Level Nine martial artist was no match for Chen Zong. The problem was that there was more than one Cyan Light Wolf. There were more than eighty of them.
If it were any other martial artist who was at the peak of Qi and Blood Realm Level Nine, they would definitely die. However, Chen Zong's cultivation had exceeded Qi and Blood Realm Level Nine. He was the legendary Great Fulfilment. His Qi and Blood were pure and flawless. As long as his Qi and Blood were not depleted in an instant, he could quickly recover in a short period of time.
As long as Chen Zong grasped the rhythm of the battle, he could maintain his peak condition. Under such circumstances, although the encirclement of the Cyan Light Wolves brought about quite a bit of pressure, it could not really hurt Chen Zong.
Moreover, the Cyan Light Wolves were very fast. They were not much slower than Chen Zong. If Chen Zong wanted to, he would not have been surrounded by the Cyan Light Wolves. The problem was another Cyan Light Wolf not far away.
A normal Cyan Light Wolf was about the size of a water buffalo and was very majestic. However, that Cyan Light Wolf was different. Its body was bigger and stronger. It was at least one meter longer and half a meter taller than a normal Cyan Light Wolf.
Its strong and majestic body was covered in cyan fur that seemed to emit a faint cyan glow. A terrifying aura that surpassed that of a Class 2 demonic beast rose and fell on its body.
A Class 3 demonic beast!
This was the king of this pack of Cyan Light Wolves. It was a powerful Class 3 demonic beast. In terms of level, it was equivalent to a human martial artist in the first transition of the Force Refining Realm. However, its strength was much stronger than that of an ordinary martial artist in the first transition of the Force Refining Realm. Only an elite martial artist could compete with it.
This was not the first time Chen Zong had seen a Class 3 demonic beast. Back in the Chen Family's iron mine, the Heavy Armored Bull had appeared. That kind of terrifying aura had made it difficult for Chen Zong to breathe.
Now, the aura emitted by this Cyan Light Wolf King was no weaker than that of the Heavy Armored Bull. If it were any other martial artist in the ninth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, they would have stiffened and had difficulty breathing. However, Chen Zong found that other than feeling the enormous pressure, he was able to activate his Pure Yang Blood Qi without holding back. His body would not stiffen and he could still move freely.
He also found another advantage of having Pure Yang Blood Qi at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm. It could greatly reduce the pressure from the outside world.
Even so, Chen Zong could not leave easily. Every time, he would be intercepted by the Cyan Light Wolf King. A Class 3 demonic beast was, after all, very strong. Its speed was also extremely fast. At this time, the Cyan Light Wolf King had not really attacked. It was only relying on its amazing speed to intercept Chen Zong.
"Die!" Chen Zong flicked the forehead of a Cyan Light Wolf with his Iron Rending Finger. The terrifying power of the finger penetrated directly.
At this point, Chen Zong had killed more than 30 Cyan Light Wolves, and there were still more than 50 left.
"Awoo …" Howling to the sky, the Cyan Light Wolf King's eyes became colder and more violent. The 50 Cyan Light Wolves all retreated and formed a circle, as if they were protecting their king.
Being stared at by the Cyan Light Wolf King's cold eyes, Chen Zong immediately felt his scalp go numb and out of his control.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong used the sixth level of the True Sword Heaven Supreme Skill to mobilize the Pure Yang Blood Qi in his body. His Blood Qi was vast and mighty, like an endless river. His aura was incomparably vigorous, and naturally emitted a trace of sharpness, like a sharp sword unsheathed.
When the sixth level of the True Sword Heaven Supreme Skill was activated, it could increase the power of the sword technique by 100%. However, before this, Chen Zong had not drawn his sword, because the opponent's strength was not enough for him to draw his sword. Facing the Cyan Light Wolf King, however, was different. He had no choice but to draw his sword.
The sword light was like frost and snow, gliding through the air. The air seemed to be rippling with water. Chen Zong's aura also rose steadily, becoming sharper and sharper, like a sword embryo.
The tyrannical Pure Yang Blood Qi, the purest Yang Blood Qi, Chen Zong's entire body was like a huge furnace. He should have been emitting a terrifying aura, but the Leakless Body completely sealed this aura within his body, not letting any of it leak out.
It was just that Chen Zong's body exuded a slight amount of pressure.
The Cyan Light Wolf King did not run, but approached step by step. With every step it took, the tyrannical aura on its body became stronger. As it approached step by step, the pressure increased dramatically.
"So strong!"
Chen Zong found it increasingly difficult to breathe. That terrifying pressure was brutal, fierce, violent, and cold. It was like a huge wave of cold, wave after wave came crashing down endlessly, hitting his body and his spiritual will, making him feel like he was about to collapse.
Too strong, too strong.
Chen Zong thought that his cultivation had reached the peak of the Blood Qi Realm Level 10. When he used the Pure Yang Blood Qi, he could have an arm strength of 15,000 jin. This was already far beyond any Blood Qi Realm. Even if he could not defeat someone in the Qi Refining Realm, he could at least put up a fight.
Now, it seemed that his thoughts were somewhat naive.
In the end, there was a huge gap between the Blood Qi Realm and the Qi Refining Realm. It was an insurmountable gap.
"Blood Boil Technique!"
Without any hesitation, Chen Zong used the third stage of the Blood Boil Technique. Not only did it increase his strength by 2000 jin, it also increased his speed by 30%.
"Let's go!"
If this was any other place, perhaps Chen Zong would have tried to battle with this Cyan Light Wolf King to truly test the extent of his strength. However, this was the examination period, and time was limited. If he delayed any longer, he would be eliminated and have no chance of entering the four academies, not to mention the results of the battle.
Perhaps it could be said that he was only 18 years old and had two more chances. However, one could not forget that the next chance would be three years later.
Perhaps in three years, his cultivation could break through to the Qi Refining Realm and surpass the first transition. However, a feeling told him that the benefits of entering the four academies would be greater, and his improvement would also be faster.
A martial artist's cultivation was a competition against others, against time, and against oneself. Under the condition that it did not affect one's foundation, it was best to be one step earlier. It was just like how he had decided to enter the Seven Lights Martial Academy as soon as possible.
Fully using the Wind Stepping Steps, he crossed an astonishing distance of 20 meters with a single step. It was extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, he traversed 120 meters like a phantom.
Chen Zong was fast, but the Cyan Light Wolf King was even faster. In a flash, it was like a cyan stream of light flashing through the air, directly intercepting Chen Zong. Moreover, its extremely sharp claws tore through the air, leaving behind several cyan sharp marks.
The terrifying sharpness seemed to be able to tear through everything. It made all the hair on Chen Zong's body stand on end, and a chill ran down his spine.
"Slash!" With a thunderous roar, Chen Zong swung his sword and fiercely slashed out.
The Cyan Light Wolf King's claw was too fast. It was so fast that Chen Zong did not have time to unleash his Pure Yang Qi and blood. He could only slash out like this. The power of this slash was also extraordinary. It contained the strength of 17,000 kilograms of his entire body, and a hundred percent amplification from the sixth stage of the True Sword Heavenly Art.
It was as if frost had descended from the sky. It was extremely terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, the sharp claws and the fake frost sword collided. The tyrannical power exploded and spread out in all directions. The air rippled like water, and the impact was unparalleled. Chen Zong retreated continuously. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground. His right hand that held the sword was trembling non-stop. He felt as if the webbing between his thumb and forefinger and the muscles of his arm were about to be torn apart. He felt as if his tendons and bones were about to be broken.
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