No matter how others looked at him, Nangong Honglie's expression didn't change at all. This was a terrifying willpower. Once he decided on something, he wouldn't be influenced by others unless he was proven wrong.
This kind of person would either walk all the way to the dark side or have extraordinary achievements.
"Being able to injure Wu Lie proves that you're quite strong. I hope you can last a few more moves against me." Nangong Honglie jumped and landed on the arena like a heavy rock. However, he didn't make any sound and was as light as a feather. This strong contrast made people feel uncomfortable.
"You're saying the opposite." Chen Zong smiled.
"Then let's see." Nangong Honglie's expression turned cold. His eyes shone with an overbearing light. He took a step forward and stomped heavily on the arena. With a bang, the entire arena seemed to shake.
With a boom, Nangong Honglie crashed into Chen Zong like a war chariot. He gathered his power and pushed forward the moment he got close to Chen Zong. It had an aura that could topple mountains and overturn seas. The terrifying pressure was like a surging wave.
"Of the four major academies, my target is the Real Sword Academy. However, if I don't show enough potential, the Real Sword Academy might not accept me." Chen Zong's mind spun quickly, and he decided to attack.
If there were no accidents, this battle with Nangong Honglie would probably be his last battle here. He had to show off his sword skills and let the people of the True Sword Academy take a look at him.
With a thought, he unsheathed the Fake Frost Sword. A frosty sword light filled the air like autumn water, bringing with it a chill.
"He's using his sword."
"Is he really a sword warrior?"
Everyone's eyes widened.
The disciples of the four great academies also looked at the battle with interest. Especially the disciples of the Real Sword Academy, they paid more attention to it.
In fact, the battle for the top ten seemed to be a chance to become an official disciple on the surface. However, it was secretly to observe who was stronger and who had better potential.
Relatively speaking, the four great academies valued potential more.
After all, strength was only temporary. With enough potential, it would be easier to improve.
When Chen Zong pulled out his sword, Qin Shijia and the others became even more attentive.
Nangong Honglie only felt a snow-like brilliance flash before his eyes, and a chill suddenly assaulted him. The sharpness of the sword cut through his palm, and a sword slashed towards him.
"Break!"
Nangong Honglie bellowed. His palm instantly clenched into a fist. His fist glowed with a metallic luster as it fiercely smashed towards the sword light at an even faster speed. He wanted to smash the sword light and crush Chen Zong.
As the sword slashed down, the sword light converged, seeming to be even more ferocious.
The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the air as if there were ripples sweeping through the surrounding air.
The sword was bounced back, and the fist was knocked back. But in the blink of an eye, the sword was chopped down again, and the fist was punched out again. Once again, they collided. Three times in a row, the tyrannical power continued to surge, and both sides were forced to take a few steps back.
"So strong."
"To be able to borrow the force of the recoil to attack again, his control over his own strength is indeed astonishing."
"At first glance, his sword art is indeed not bad." The disciples of the True Sword Academy nodded to themselves.
Having fought Nangong Honglie personally, Chen Zong could clearly sense that Nangong Honglie had not used his full strength earlier.
At the same time, Nangong Honglie could also feel that Chen Zong's control of his strength was not inferior to his own. In fact, Chen Zong was even better than him.
Nangong Honglie roared, and his aura fluctuated. He stopped his retreat and immediately rushed forward. He slapped out with his palm, while his other hand formed a fist and smashed towards Chen Zong. Then, he stepped towards Chen Zong's left foot, forming a three-pronged attack, showing off his superb fighting skills.
Chen Zong slashed out with his sword. The sword light seemed simple, but it was actually very complicated. In an instant, the three forms of the sword collided with Nangong Honglie's fist, palm, and leg, blocking all of them. Chen Zong's fourth sword counterattacked, stabbing towards Nangong Honglie's face. It was so fast that Nangong Honglie's expression changed drastically, and his pupils shrank.
This was under the condition that Chen Zong did not use the Mind, Eye, and Hand Triple Combo.
Although Nangong Honglie was strong, there was still a large gap between him and the Blue Light Wolf King. If it were not for the fact that he did not want to reveal too much of his strength, Chen Zong would have defeated him with one strike.
In order to survive in this world, it was necessary to keep some of your strength hidden. Only then would you not be seen through and deliberately targeted by hidden enemies.
On the path of a martial artist, the further one walked, the more they understood the need to hide some of their strength and techniques. Being too high-profile would only lead to self-destruction.
In this world, there was no one who was truly invincible. Once someone knew all of your techniques, there would always be a way to counter them.
Moreover, Chen Zong did not want to reveal that he was at the peak of the Qi and Blood realm. This was a realm that was considered a legend. Once it was revealed, what kind of uproar would it cause? Chen Zong did not know, but everything had its pros and cons. Before he had enough strength to withstand it, keeping a low profile was the best choice.
He controlled his strength at the peak of the Qi and Blood realm and used his own techniques to fight with Nangong Honglie.
This technique was the application of strength and the mastery of the sword. Chen Zong did his best to exploit every bit of it. As they fought, they constantly clashed. On the other hand, Nangong Honglie's Qi and Blood were like rainbows. His skin was suffused with a red glow like a thin layer of metal film. This was especially obvious on his fists.
Nangong Honglie was born with superhuman strength and cultivated a special cultivation method. When he channeled it, his skin became extremely tough, as if it was coated with a layer of metal. Ordinary swords and sabers would not be able to harm him. Especially when his Qi and Blood were channeled at full force, his fists could even collide with Chen Zong's Fake Frost Flowing Sword.
His Qi and Blood were like rainbows, and his body was like a tiger or bear. He was extremely violent and unstoppable.
Nangong Honglie unleashed his full strength. He was like a human-shaped monster beast. Every strike of his was extremely terrifying, capable of causing turbulence. The many Qi and Blood realm martial artists below were all aghast. Those who had fought with Nangong Honglie before were even more terrified. Fortunately, Nangong Honglie did not use his true strength when dealing with them. Otherwise, their bodies would have been torn apart with a single strike.
What made them even more shocked was that Chen Zong, who had always kept a low profile, was actually able to fight Nangong Honglie, who was like a monster in human form. It was unbelievable.
"Unbelievable. Once these two people break through to the Qi Training realm, they will definitely be the cream of the crop," the disciples of the four academies said to themselves.
Just like the Qi and Blood realm, there were differences in strength between Qi and Blood realm martial artists of the same level.
For example, if they were both in the first transition of the Qi Training realm, the stronger one might be able to defeat the weaker one within three moves.
The more they fought, the uglier Nangong Honglie's expression became. He discovered that no matter how much strength he used, he was unable to suppress Chen Zong. Chen Zong was extremely tenacious and skillful. With a sword in hand, he was able to block and dodge all of Chen Zong's attacks. On the other hand, Nangong Honglie had to use all of his strength to deal with each counterattack.
"Blood Boiling Technique!"
Nangong Honglie once again unleashed the third layer of the Blood Boiling Technique. His strength instantly increased by two thousand pounds, and his entire body seemed to be covered by a thin layer of red light. The third layer of the Blood Boiling Technique not only increased Nangong Honglie's strength, but also increased his speed by thirty percent. Not only did his movement speed increase, but his attack speed also increased. The power of each of his attacks increased by a lot.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Every palm, punch, and kick let out a shocking sound.
Chen Zong's expression was grave. The third layer of the Blood Boiling Technique had caused Nangong Honglie's strength to increase by a lot. In this state, Nangong Honglie would even be able to contend against an ordinary first transition martial artist.
"Flood Fist!"
Nangong Honglie once again punched out. This time, both of his fists were like a surging flood.
"Surging Current!"
"Endless Current!"
Chen Zong struck out with his sword. With two consecutive moves, he directly shattered the flood of fists and counterattacked. The endless stream of sword-light seemed to be endless. Nangong Honglie was enraged. He continuously punched out with both of his fists before he was able to barely defend against the attack.
However, before he could recover, Chen Zong once again struck out with his sword.
This sword strike was extremely powerful, as if it could split apart a hard mountain rock. It directly landed on Nangong Honglie's chest and split open the Golden Silk Inner Armor.
This tyrannical strike caused Nangong Honglie to fly backwards. He spat out a mouthful of blood and suffered internal injuries. His blood and Qi were in chaos, and his berserk aura, which was like that of a human-shaped Demonic Beast, rapidly decreased.
"You're not my match," Chen Zong calmly said as he pointed his sword at Nangong Honglie.
Nangong Honglie's face alternated between green and white. He glared angrily at Chen Zong, as if he wanted to tear him apart. However, he knew that in his current state, he could only use thirty percent of his strength at most.
If he wasn't Chen Zong's match even with his full strength, how could he fight him with thirty percent of his strength?
He had lost.
Nangong Honglie was extremely unwilling, especially when he thought about how he had given up a place in the top ten to defeat Chen Zong, only to be defeated instead. His strength had greatly decreased, and it wouldn't be easy for him to challenge the others in the top ten.
After all, he wasn't a match for Chen Zong, Qin Shijia, and Yun Feng in the top ten. The others weren't weak either. It was hard to say who would win if they fought. The only thing he could be sure of was that his injuries would worsen.
As for his younger brother, Nangong Wulie's place, he had already given it up.
The other members of the Nangong Family also had ugly expressions. They looked at Chen Zong with eyes full of killing intent. If they weren't here, they would definitely attack and kill Chen Zong.
Unfortunately, the disciples of the Four Great Academies were here. If they attacked, the consequences would be severe.
"He's so strong." Qin Shijia's pupils shrank for the first time, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes. His comprehension ability was outstanding, but he might not be able to defeat Nangong Honglie in a fight. Not only did Chen Zong defeat Nangong Honglie, but he also came out unscathed.
As for Yun Feng, who didn't think highly of Chen Zong, he was dumbfounded. He was weaker than Nangong Honglie.
Fortunately, Chen Zong didn't challenge him, or else …
Thinking of this, Yun Feng couldn't help but shiver.
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