Qi and Blood Clash: Extraordinary

"Trial event: 'Challenge a School' match completed. Result evaluation: Victory. Experience points +100."

A system panel notification sounded in Zhou You's ear as his arms throbbed with pain from his wounds.

The price of victory was steep; he had over a dozen wounds, the deepest revealing bone.

Even now, some of his injuries were still bleeding.

Lu Qiang's voice cut through the air, "Zhou You, step down. You there, give him some medicine."

Returning to the group of apprentices, Li Hao pulled out a porcelain bottle, scooped out some ointment, and began applying it to Zhou You's wounds.

A cool sensation spread across his skin, instantly stopping the bleeding. The pain gradually subsided.

Zhou You looked at the porcelain bottle in surprise. "This medicine is good."

"It's from the renowned Almond Hall in the city. Ten taels of silver for an ounce of this medicine."

After finishing applying the ointment, Li Hao said in a low voice, "You fought well. You didn't disgrace our martial arts school."

With so many fellow disciples present, and the school master watching, if Zhou You had lost even a little, his consequences would have been dire.

Zhou You still felt a lingering fear. The opponent's rapid, fierce three-strike combo had caught him completely off guard. It was only at the last moment, when he risked injury for injury, that he managed to wear down Zhang Shiyu through sheer resilience and high defense.

"You're also unlucky. Such a profound martial art as the Three-Stage Technique is only mastered by Senior Disciple Xu. That young man opposite us is about our age, yet he's already mastered it. It was a tough fight, a tough fight."

Li Hao was speaking the truth. Zhang Shiyu's strength ranked within the top eight among the martial arts school's official disciples.

If Li Hao had been the one to fight, he would have at least needed to use his family's secret techniques just to achieve a draw.

Li Hao couldn't help but admire his sparring partner's tenacity, turning the tables through sheer grit.

"Just a farmer's brawl, and you're all covered in injuries. You city kids are truly delicate."

The mocking words drifted over. Without even looking, Zhou You knew they came from Zhong Shaoying's faction.

Xu Ying retorted, "What are you grumbling about? If you have the guts, go up and try yourselves."

More than half of them fell silent. They truly couldn't do it. The power of the Three-Stage Technique was evident to everyone; facing it meant certain injury or death.

While Li Hao was tending to Zhou You's wounds, the second match had already been underway for some time.

Lu Qiang and Zhuang Tie, both Qi and Blood disciples, unleashed attacks of considerable power.

In terms of boxing styles, it was like an upgraded version of the first match, a clash between Tiger Subduing Fist and Great Village Fist.

However, the power of Qi and Blood disciples was far beyond what Internal Force could compare to.

Zhuang Tie's Mud-Treading Steps were at a deeper level of mastery. The moment his toes touched the ground, he shot forward ten meters in the blink of an eye, a blur that was hard to follow.

"The speed boost from Basic Lightness Skill level 2, pushed to its absolute limit, would be about this level!"

Zhou You's eyelids twitched. The difference between Qi and Blood and Internal Force was indeed immense.

As he moved, a faint red light flickered around him, a sign of Qi and Blood circulating throughout his body.

The air tore with the force of his punches and claws, the sound of breaking air like distant thunder.

The bluestone ground he passed over cracked, and the earth showed deep furrows, as if ravaged by seven or eight rampaging wild bulls.

Zhou You began to understand. No wonder Zhuang Daqiang dared to challenge their school with just a handful of people; having a formidable general like Zhuang Tie under his command was more than enough.

He then felt a pang of unease. He needed to kill Tu Laosan, and Tu Lao Er, his brother, was a Qi and Blood Warrior. That would be a difficult fight!

Zhuang Tie's opponent was Jianxiong Martial Arts School's Senior Disciple Brother, Lu Qiang.

Although no one said it aloud, everyone tacitly agreed that Senior Disciple Brother Lu Qiang held a position equivalent to that of the vice-school master.

Wang Jianxiong himself taking the final third match, and sending Lu Qiang out as the vanguard, demonstrated his high regard and trust in him.

"Iron Tiger Lu Qiang."

A faint tiger's roar echoed through the air.

A faint black aura swirled around Lu Qiang, and a dark, metallic sheen appeared on his skin, like tiger stripes distributed across his body.

His pupils were filled with blood-red energy, his hands enlarged, veins bulging, and his height increased by a third.

The clash between the two Qi and Blood disciples tore the air and smashed the ground, their speed so great that it was impossible to distinguish their movements.

The rammed earth floor at the entrance, already gouged by Zhang Shiyu's kicks, was now further ravaged, leaving it a mess.

"Zhuang Tie is clearly running out of steam."

In such a tense moment, only a Qi and Blood disciple could offer commentary.

As Shen Sijing spoke, a crowd of apprentices chimed in, "Senior Disciple Shen's observation is truly accurate."

"The opponent is no match for him. Senior Disciple Brother is sure to win this match."

Zhong Shaoying, standing nearby, poured cold water on their enthusiasm. "Not necessarily. When these warriors from Sucheng City are pushed to desperation, they fight with reckless abandon. The outcome is still uncertain."

His words had some merit, but the timing and place were inappropriate.

"Zhong Shaoying, you just love showing off!"

Wang Jianxiong said coldly, and all the disciples and apprentices instantly fell silent, intimidated.

With Senior Disciple Brother still fighting in the arena, as fellow disciples, they should be cheering him on.

Zhong Shaoying and Shen Sijing were bickering, but inadvertently undermined their Senior Disciple Brother, showing a distinct lack of tact.

After being reprimanded by their master, Zhong Shaoying became as dejected as a frostbitten eggplant, unable to perk up again.

"Nili Shattering Hand."

Seeing that the prolonged fight was not in his favor, Zhuang Tie shouted loudly and unleashed his powerful signature move.

Every martial art had its own killer moves, distinct from ordinary techniques, known as... signature moves.

Signature moves possessed terrifying power and could only be unleashed with Qi and Blood as their foundation.

Even though Zhang Shiyu was highly valued, he had only learned the Three-Stage Technique and had not been exposed to powerful signature moves.

Zhuang Tie was different; he was a Qi and Blood disciple and a trusted confidant cultivated by Zhuang Daqiang.

Lu Qiang saw the opponent unleash a powerful move and shouted, "Good."

This Nili Shattering Hand, with just its released gale, caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the ground ten meters away.

The direct pressure it exerted felt like having thousands of pounds of lead hung on his body, rendering him unable to move an inch.

"Wuwuwu!"

Lu Qiang's chest bulged outwards dramatically, as if condensing ninety-nine percent of his surrounding Qi into his chest, before he forcefully exhaled.

The tiger's roar was sharp as a drill, and everyone present instinctively covered their ears.

Zhuang Tie's body swayed twice from the invisible sonic waves, and a streak of blood flowed from the corner of his eye.

The next moment, Lu Qiang charged forward like a gale, his tiger claws striking down from above, emitting a metallic clang.

Iron Tiger Claw versus Nili Shattering Hand.

When the two forces collided, the outcome was decided in less than a breath.

Lu Qiang's tiger claws pushed back the two forces, shattering Zhuang Tie's finger bones, wrist bones, and arm bones.

His momentum didn't even stop there; he grabbed Zhuang Tie's shoulder and fiercely tore off large chunks of flesh.

Zhuang Tie cried out in surprise and stumbled backward, his entire arm hanging limply, blood gushing uncontrollably.

The entire venue erupted in shock!

All eyes focused on Lu Qiang's palm, where a large piece of bright red muscle was still twitching.

"His entire bicep was torn off; that arm is finished."

Zhou You's eyelids twitched at the sight of such a brutal scene.

Zhuang Tie's arm had most of its bones crushed and its entire muscle torn away; even the most skilled doctor couldn't fix it.

Zhuang Tie was also a tough guy; he was covered in sweat from the pain but gritted his teeth and refused to concede.

Lu Qiang crushed the bloody flesh in his hand and didn't attack further. He had won!

"Zhuang Daqiang, stop wasting time. Let's settle this with a fight."

Zhuang Daqiang looked much older than before. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "Wang Laohu, I can't wait any longer."