The Kingly Way Unfolds

Unfortunately, miracles don't happen so easily.

Seeing Guan Shengnan's signs of defeat, Fang Hong knew that the tactics set before the match were completely useless. So, with a roar, he unleashed his killing move, suddenly transforming into Three Heads and Six Arms figure, his whole body radiating ferocity, like a volcano about to erupt rapidly expanding, plunging into rage once again. Even the mental imprint left by Guan Shengnan lost its effect.

Murong Qing showed no sign of backing down. She stood in mid-air, and the Sword Qi materialized into the light of a golden crow, blooming out in a circle around her body before quickly contracting and weaving into beautiful sword wings behind her. The sword wings reflected the light, and were so gorgeous that they dazzled all who saw them.

"The Heavenly Light Reflecting Moon Wheel!"

This is a simplified version of the original ultimate move, "Seven Rosy Clouds Heavenly Light Reflecting Moon Wheel." Murong Qing his wings and swooped down, simultaneously unleashing Sword Qi from his wings. The energy first shot towards Fang Hong's left and right sides, then, like beams of light being forcibly refracted by a mirror, it reflected back at sharp angles, forming a three-pronged attack with his main body.

Fang Hong swung his six arms, unleashing unparalleled fist power to meet Jian Hong's attack. Each punch shattered the air, producing a sound like thunder.

The violent fist force condensed into a wall of energy, tearing through the sword rainbow. In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of clashes. The residual force swept in all directions, further destroying the already horribly damaged ground. Murong Qing's sword wings were unable to break through for a time.

"Your strength is great," Murong Qing said from less than half a meter away, "But it's not great enough!"

In the blink of an eye, the Sword Qi transformed into countless star needles, flowing like a galaxy with the Sword Intent, magnificent and dazzling, gathering killing intent, tearing through space. With three soft hissing sounds, three blood flowers spurted from Fang Hong's body.

Driven into a frenzy, Fang Hong did not back down. Instead, he became even more frenzied, combining the power of his six fists to form a pillar of energy that recklessly attacked Murong Qing, who was directly in front of him.

Murong Qing's eyes sharpened, and her wings folded inward. Amidst the swaying light and shadow, the entire world seemed to flash, followed by a burst of brilliant light that caused the earth to suddenly cave in, and the two combatants passed each other.

The dust slowly settled, and everything fell silent. Amidst the chaotic mess of earth and stones, only Murong Qing's rapid breathing remained.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Murong Qing sheathed her sword, turned to look at Guan Shengnan, who was still struggling, ignoring Fang Hong standing tall behind her.

The next moment, Fang Hong's body trembled, and blood blossomed. A large amount of blood gushed out from his burly body, like water spraying from a showerhead. However, the blood froze into ice halfway through the spray, looking like frozen willow branches, with a strange and beautiful appearance.

Seeing this, Guan Shengnan put down the stone shield, lowered her head, and sighed, "I admit defeat."

Chapter 789 The Unfolding of the Kingly Path

After the second match, two more people were seriously injured, and Liu Qingqing and Murong Qing were also injured. But no one was surprised, because this is very common in martial arts competitions. Unless there is an overwhelming difference in strength, if the losing side goes all out, it is impossible for the winner not to pay a price. The difference lies in the size of the price.

People like Murong Qing and Liu Qingqing are already very lucky; after a short rest, they can continue to participate in the competition. In cases of bad luck, both the winner and the loser will be seriously injured and hospitalized.

As for the referee intervening, that's a joke. Not only is the opportunity in a fight fleeting, leaving no chance for anyone to intervene, but even if there were a referee, they wouldn't dare. The contestant's life is precious, and so is the referee's. Like just now, when Murong Qing and Fang Hong simultaneously used their killing moves to decide the outcome, if the referee dared to intervene, he would be the unlucky guy who had to be saved by Divine Arts now.

Everyone congratulated the two heroes, their attitude much warmer than when they greeted Si Ming. After all, there was suspense in this match, especially Liu Qingqing's "Ground-Lying Arrow" and "Five Elements Arrow," which were truly eye-opening. There are few martial artists who use bows and arrows on the arena, let alone those who can perform such fancy moves.

"That person's cultivation level is actually higher than mine. If I had engaged in close combat from the start without using my Bloodline Ability, I'm afraid I would have been the one to lose."

Liu Qingqing was not swayed by the praise of the crowd. She had a clear understanding of her own strength. Without using the Myriad Filth Tainted Blood, she was actually slightly weaker than her opponent. After all, her opponent was two years older than her and had reached level twelve in Internal Cultivation. In addition, the arena battle was not conducive to the use of archery. In fact, her chances of winning this battle were less than 30%.

Si Ming, "If she does that, Murong Qing will defeat the opponent first and then turn around to help you. The International Union Academy will still lose. If she wants a quick victory, she has no choice but to take a gamble. So no matter what she chooses, she is destined to lose. That's how battles are. It's not just about strength; one wrong move can lead to total defeat."

Hu Jixian said, "After losing two matches in a row, International Union Academy has been forced into a corner. They will definitely send out their main force next."

At this point, he glanced at Ke Chajing, and seeing that she had not responded, he said, "I suggest Zeng Aniu fight next."

"I?"

Zeng Aniu was somewhat surprised, but he quickly realized that this was a tactic of using a weaker opponent against a stronger one. Even so, he was still quite excited to be able to play on the stage of the semi-finals.

Originally, he was a substitute for a substitute and couldn't even make the roster. However, due to the recent large number of injuries, such as Nie Wanzhi and Jiang Tingting, who were unable to play due to injuries, he was put on the roster. Even he thought he was just a filler, but he didn't expect to have a chance to play. It was like a golden pie falling from the sky. He glanced at Ke Chajing with some hesitation. He had heard the argument between the president and the vice president earlier.

Ke Chajing said irritably, "What are you looking at me for? Once you're on the field, perform well. You're a member of our team, so you naturally deserve to play. I have no objection."

"I promise I won't embarrass you!" Zeng Aniu said excitedly.

Before the match, Hu Jixian reassured him, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Winning this match would be best, but losing isn't a big deal. That might sound discouraging, but the outcome of this match is unimportant in the plan, so you don't need to go all out. Just do your best."

"I see."

However, Zeng Aniu's understanding remained only on his lips. Once on the stage, he forgot all about it and exuded a fearless aura as he fought fiercely with his opponent.

Just as Hu Jixian predicted, the International Union Academy indeed sent out a powerful main force member, a tall and thin boy who fought with swift and sharp twin blades. His Bloodline Ability was wind control, and the two complemented each other, making his speed reach a terrifying level. He immediately launched a fierce attack on Zeng Aniu.

Despite the excruciating pain of being cut by the blades, Zeng Aniu charged forward, his trousers ripped open, and his hands glowed with golden light. He found a gap between the two blades, and with his hands bracing against the cutting blade energy, he reached in and grabbed his opponent's hands. He was about to force him to drop down when he used close combat to capture him.

However, the tall, thin boy snorted coldly, casually threw away his twin swords, stomped his foot and charged forward. His hands slipped out like eels to grab Zeng Aniu in the chest, sending him flying and coughing up blood. He then swiftly brought his hands together, gathering all his inner energy, drawing in the air from all directions into his palms to form a roaring, cutting vortex of air. It seemed his ultimate move was about to be unleashed.

"... You can admit defeat now."

Hu Jixian frowned and was about to step forward to signal to the referee, but was stopped by Ke Chajing.

"If you admit defeat on Zeng Aniu's behalf now, he will hate you for the rest of his life."

"Can..."

"Keep watching, the battle isn't over yet."

On the stage, Zeng Aniu, who had been knocked away, suddenly stood up in mid-air, opened his arms, and the lake water behind him was drawn in, forming a protective shield around his body. Then he charged towards his opponent.

This martial art is called "Ren Water Force," which uses internal True Qi to blow water into a pillar, transforming the pillar into a shield. With the support of True Qi, the water shield is as solid as an iron wall and as tough as a leather wall, making it difficult to be harmed by swords and knives.

The tall, thin boy pushed his palms forward, and the accumulated air burst forth, forming a pillar of air composed of countless wind blades. It crashed head-on into Zeng Aniu. The wind blades could not completely cut through the protective water shield. Each time a crack was made, the water shield would instantly recover. However, the tall, thin boy did not care. He continued to enhance the power of his ultimate move by using his wind control ability, making the pillar of air emit a sound like a dragon's roar.

Zeng Aniu forcibly approached his opponent against the wind pillars, and then everyone could see that the water shield covering his body was being peeled away at a visible speed. Each wind blade would take away a few drops of water. Although the amount was small, it couldn't withstand the number of wind blades, so he won by sheer numbers.

When the distance between the two closed to half a meter, Zeng Aniu's protective water shield had been completely broken, but he showed no intention of retreating. He let out a low roar, and his palms, like dragons reaching out with claws, were as swift and fierce as tigers. Ignoring the danger, he crossed the half-meter distance and slammed his palm into his opponent's chest. At the same time, the water vapor remaining in his palms condensed into a palm shape and continued to push forward.

The tall, thin boy thought he only needed to withstand one blow, but he didn't expect this twist. He grunted and was forced back by the impact of the palm strike, retreating all the way to the edge of the arena. Finally, he managed to generate new strength in his dantian, releasing his True Qi to envelop the moisture. He then turned his body to the side, dissipating the remaining palm strike.

On the other side, in order to cross the half-meter distance, Zeng Aniu endured excruciating pain, turning into a bloody mess as he was thrown into the air. Si Ming rushed up to catch him, channeling True Qi inner energy to force out the penetrating hidden force, and casually told the referee, "We concede this match," before taking him off the stage.

Hu Jixian forward and said, "Why are you doing this? Didn't I say there's no need to risk your life? Just do your best."

Zeng Aniu coughed up blood and said, "I know, but I can't participate in the finals the day after tomorrow anyway, so cough cough... So I don't want to leave any regrets in this battle... Although the outcome of this battle is insignificant, and I'm just a nobody, even nobodys have their own principles."