Hao Meng had gone all out from the very start. For some reason, the black-robed youth before him gave him an intensely dangerous feeling. This premonition could neither be explained nor understood; it was merely a battle instinct rising from the depths of his soul.
With Hao Meng's furious roar, a powerful fist force suddenly erupted before Fang Yan. The enormous white tiger appeared once again, roaring as it pounced at the enemy before it with its horrifying bloody maw wide open. It was Tiger Roars Across the Plains.
The Hao Family's Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist had nine moves in total. Once cultivated to Perfection, its power could move mountains and overturn seas, making it outstanding among Yellow Tier Low-grade Martial Skills.
Martial skills and cultivation methods throughout the world could roughly be divided into four tiers: Yellow, Profound, Earth, and Heaven. Each tier could further be divided into low, mid, and high grades. For example, the Li Family Sword Style cultivated by Li Mu was a Yellow Tier Low-grade Martial Skill, while the Innate Technique was a Yellow Tier Mid-grade Cultivation Method.
In an instant, the hanging-eyed white tiger had arrived before Fang Yan. Its violent aura was suffocating. The surrounding World Origin Energy was stirred into utter chaos by the powerful fist force, while raging currents of air swept up and scattered Fang Yan's long black hair. This punch made heaven and earth change color.
"What a powerful punch. It is already infinitely close to the Core Formation Realm."
Liu Yu, who was watching the battle with rapt attention, had flickering lights in her eyes. The strength Hao Meng had revealed had already made even her feel pressure. Moreover, the match had only just begun. What kind of spectacle would these two bring? It was worth looking forward to.
Finally, just as the white tiger formed from the fist force was about to devour him, Fang Yan made his move. A strange crimson energy burst forth from within his body, instantly covering him from head to toe. Then he drew his blade and slashed straight at the white tiger's head.
The crimson energy tightly wrapped around the three-foot-long blade. The blade, radiating dense blood qi, collided directly with Hao Meng's fist. Pure white and blood red instantly became entangled, accompanied by endless roars and blade cries. The shockwave from this clash sent the spectators in the front row tumbling to the ground. It was truly astonishing.
After two or three breaths of deadlock, the blood qi energy within Fang Yan continued to flow without end. In contrast, the fist force transformed into a white tiger had no strength to follow up. After all, it was merely the second move of a Yellow Tier Low-grade Martial Skill. That it had maintained its form for so long was already due to Hao Meng's unique understanding of the fist technique. Had it been an ordinary Hao Family disciple, he would likely have been defeated the instant he collided with the blood qi blade.
Hao Meng knew full well that this punch probably could not end the battle. He did not continue the struggle. With the tip of his foot touching the ground, he flipped backward and swiftly opened the distance between himself and Fang Yan.
After letting out one final unwilling roar, the white tiger was finally chopped into pieces by the blood qi blade shadows filling the sky. This move had actually gone to Fang Yan.
"This blood qi energy is exactly like that cultivation method. But wasn't that lineage said to have died out completely? Strange, strange."
Elder Qin of the Xuantian Sword Sect was also drawn in by the strange blood qi energy around Fang Yan. He continuously recalled the cultivation methods and bloodlines he knew, attempting to uncover the mysteries within this energy.
Hao Meng had barely landed before he had time to sort out his thoughts, yet he was forced to throw another punch. Fang Yan had suddenly moved. Like a ghostly crimson shadow, he crossed the entire arena in the blink of an eye, his red blade shadow slashing straight at Hao Meng's vital point.
The White Tiger Glazed Gauntlets collided continuously with the blade that had already turned completely blood red, producing crisp rings. After once again forcing away Fang Yan's fatal slash, Hao Meng instantly switched from defense to offense. His left and right fists struck out in succession within a single breath. Hundreds of fist shadows formed an impenetrable wall that pressed toward Fang Yan. It was the third move of the Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist—Tiger Roars and Wind Rises.
Tiger roars rang out without end as the fist shadows quickly drowned Fang Yan completely. As Hao Meng's punches grew ever faster, the enormous wall eventually turned into a frenzied storm that swallowed Fang Yan whole. Light and shadow completely covered Fang Yan's blood-red figure. No one could see what had happened to him within the storm.
With Hao Meng's explosive shout, the storm suddenly contracted and shrank, but the fist winds became even denser. Roars of tigers mingled with bursts of thunder, as if determined to grind the enemy within completely to dust.
Just when everyone believed Fang Yan's defeat was certain, another change occurred. A blood-colored blade radiance pierced through the interception of the fist-shadow storm and slashed straight out. In that flash of lightning and spark of flint, Hao Meng could only raise his arm to block it. But how could flesh and blood withstand a sharp blade? He was instantly sent flying.
The power of this slash was beyond imagination. Though Hao Meng continuously exerted force with both legs, he still could not stop himself from retreating. With a loud roar, Origin Energy erupted from his entire body. Only then did he barely stop the force of the slash at the edge of the arena. By then, a huge gash had appeared across both his arms, blood streaming from it in a horrifying sight.
The one who stepped out from the dispersing fist winds was Fang Yan. He was completely unscathed. Dense blood qi, so thick it was nearly solid, wrapped around his body as blood-red energy surged endlessly. His originally cold eyes were now filled with boundless killing intent.
"Senior, you are not my opponent. Admit defeat. Otherwise, I may not be able to control myself from here on. By then, it will not be as simple as a single wound."
Fang Yan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke to Hao Meng. The long blade in his hand kept ringing, as though issuing a warning—or perhaps a threat.
"Junior, you worry too much. Victory and defeat have not yet been decided. How could I admit defeat?"
Hao Meng smiled as he looked at the incomparably powerful youth before him. His arms hung naturally at his sides, blood flowing continuously from them. That slash had already heavily injured him. How could he continue fighting? This was the question in everyone's mind.
Hao Meng swiftly took out four or five golden pills and tossed them into his mouth. Medicinal power circulated through him, and after two or three breaths, the terrifying wounds on his arms actually began to stop bleeding. It was precisely the effect of the Yellow Dragon Blood Coagulation Pill.
"Pills? And precious pills like Yellow Dragon Blood Coagulation Pills at that. I heard before that those lowborn from the Profound Tier Class had come up with some beauty ointment in the city. It was selling extremely well. Even Mother could not resist asking someone to buy several boxes. It seems they really have made quite a bit of money. Otherwise, how could they be so lavish as to equip Hao Meng with such expensive pills?"
Nangong could only feel helpless upon seeing this. The Class vs. Class Competition had always imposed no restrictions. Taking pills during battle was also permitted. In last year's six matches, the Earth Tier Class had relied on consuming Qi Replenishing Pills to finally wear Hao Meng down.
Looking at his arms, which had already stopped bleeding, Hao Meng was still shocked by the power of that slash. He was wearing the Marauder Wisteria Armor, which could reduce the power of attacks below the Core Formation Realm by half. Had this been last year, that slash would have been enough to kill him on the spot.
Hao Meng's expression had become extremely grave. Fang Yan's appearance had somewhat disrupted his plans, but there was no path of retreat now. He could only go all out and defeat his opponent.
Hao Meng tossed a sapphire-blue pill directly into his mouth. It was the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng Pill. Hao Meng had decided to stake everything on one throw.
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