Bloody Battle with Fang Yan (2)

Hao Meng went all out from the start. For some reason, the young man in the black robe before him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. This premonition was inexplicable, just a combat instinct from the depths of his soul.

A powerful fist force exploded before Fang Yan with Hao Meng's roar. The giant white tiger appeared once again, roaring and lunging at its enemy with its terrifying, gaping maw. It was the "Tiger Roars Across the Plains" technique.

The Hao Family's Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist has nine forms. When practiced to perfection, its power can move mountains and overturn seas, making it outstanding among Yellow Tier Low-grade Martial Skills.

All martial arts and cultivation methods in the world can generally be divided into four tiers: Yellow, Profound, Earth, and Heaven. Each tier can be further divided into low, mid, and high grades. For example, the Li Family Sword Style that Li Mu cultivates is a Yellow Tier Low-grade Martial Skill, while the Innate Technique is a Yellow Tier Mid-grade Cultivation Method.

The white tiger with fiery eyes instantly arrived before Fang Yan, its ferocious aura suffocating. The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth was stirred by this powerful fist force, becoming extremely chaotic. Raging air currents swirled, scattering Fang Yan's long black hair. This punch was truly world-shattering.

"What a powerful punch. This is already infinitely close to the Core Formation Realm."

Liu Yu, who was watching the battle intently, had waves of light flashing in her eyes. Hao Meng's displayed strength already made her feel pressured. Moreover, the competition had just begun. What kind of excitement would these two bring? It was worth looking forward to.

Finally, as the white tiger formed by the fist force was about to devour him, Fang Yan made his move. A strange red energy burst from his body, instantly covering him. Then, he drew his blade and slashed directly at the white tiger's head.

The red energy tightly wrapped the three-foot-long saber, and the blade, emanating a heavy blood aura, collided directly with Hao Meng's fist. Pure white and blood red instantly entangled, with roars and saber hums echoing. The shockwave generated by this clash sent the first row of spectators tumbling to the ground, truly astonishing.

After a stalemate of two to three breaths, the blood energy within Fang Yan was still inexhaustible. In contrast, the fist force that had transformed into a white tiger lacked follow-through. After all, it was only the second form of a Yellow Tier Low-grade Martial Skill. To maintain its form for so long was already a testament to Hao Meng's unique understanding of the fist technique. An ordinary disciple of the Hao Family would likely have been defeated the moment their fist collided with the blood-red blade.

Hao Meng knew in his heart that this punch alone wouldn't end the fight. He no longer lingered, tapped the ground with his toes, flipped backward, and quickly created distance from Fang Yan.

The white tiger let out a final roar of unwillingness before being shattered by the blood-red saber shadows that filled the air. Fang Yan had won this round.

"This blood energy is exactly the same as that cultivation method, but weren't all practitioners of that lineage said to be dead? Strange, strange."

Elder Qin of the Xuantian Sword Sect was also attracted by the strange blood energy emanating from Fang Yan. He continuously recalled the cultivation methods and bloodlines he knew, trying to uncover the mystery of this energy.

Hao Meng hadn't even had time to collect his thoughts after landing when he had to throw another punch. This was because Fang Yan had suddenly moved. A ghostly blood-red figure crossed the entire arena in an instant, and a red saber shadow slashed directly at Hao Meng's vital points.

The White Tiger Glazed Gauntlets repeatedly clashed with the now entirely blood-red saber, emitting crisp sounds. After forcing back Fang Yan's fatal blow once more, Hao Meng instantly switched from defense to offense. His left and right fists struck out consecutively within a single breath, forming hundreds of fist shadows into a dense wall that pressed towards Fang Yan. This was the third form of the Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist—Tiger Roars and Wind Rises.

Tiger roars echoed incessantly. The fist shadows quickly engulfed Fang Yan. With increasingly rapid punches, the original massive wall eventually transformed into a chaotic storm that swallowed Fang Yan whole. Light and shadow completely obscured the blood-red Fang Yan, and no one could see how he was faring within the storm.

With Hao Meng's roar, the storm suddenly tightened and shrank, but the fist wind became even more concentrated. The tiger roars were mixed with bursts of thunder, as if determined to completely crush the enemy within.

Just as everyone believed Fang Yan was doomed, a twist occurred again. A blood-red saber gleam pierced through the interception of the fist shadow storm and slashed straight out. In a flash, Hao Meng had no choice but to block with his arm. But how could flesh and blood withstand a sharp blade? He was instantly sent flying.

The power of this saber strike was beyond imagination. Hao Meng exerted force with both legs but couldn't stop his continuous retreat. He let out a loud shout, his entire body's energy erupting, and only then did he manage to halt the saber's force at the edge of the arena. At this moment, a huge gash appeared on both his arms, bleeding profusely, a terrifying sight.

Stepping out from the dissipating fist wind was Fang Yan, unharmed. Heavy, almost tangible blood energy enveloped his body, surging continuously. His originally clear eyes were now filled with endless killing intent.

"Senior, you are no match for me. Surrender, otherwise I might not be able to control myself, and it won't be just a wound next time."

Fang Yan hesitated for a moment before speaking to Hao Meng, the saber in his hand emitting a continuous hum, as if warning or threatening.

"Junior, you worry too much. The outcome hasn't been decided yet, so why would I surrender?"

Hao Meng smiled as he looked at the incredibly powerful young man before him. His arms hung naturally, blood continuously flowing. This saber strike had heavily injured him. How he would continue to fight was a question on everyone's mind.

Hao Meng quickly took out four golden pills and threw them into his mouth. A medicinal force circulated, and within two to three breaths, the horrific wounds on his arms began to stop bleeding. This was the effect of the Yellow Dragon Blood Coagulation Pill.

"Pills? And such a precious pill as the Yellow Dragon Blood Coagulation Pill. I heard before that those scoundrels from the Profound Tier Class were selling some kind of beauty cream in the city, and it was selling very well. Even my mother couldn't resist asking someone to buy several boxes. It seems they've made quite a lot of money, otherwise, how could they be so extravagant as to provide Hao Meng with such an expensive pill."

Nangong, seeing this, could only sigh helplessly. Class competitions always had no restrictions, and taking pills during battle was permitted. Last year, the Earth Tier Class had also relied on taking Qi-replenishing pills to wear down Hao Meng in the six matches.

Looking at his now-stopped bleeding arms, Hao Meng was still shocked by the power of the opponent's strike. He was wearing the Marauder Wisteria Armor, which could reduce the power of attacks below the Core Formation Realm by fifty percent. If it were last year, this single strike would have been enough to kill him on the spot.

Hao Meng's expression was now extremely solemn. Fang Yan's appearance had somewhat disrupted his plan, but there was no turning back now. He could only give his all and defeat his opponent.

A sapphire-blue pill was also directly thrown into Hao Meng's mouth. It was the Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng Pill. Hao Meng decided to go all out.

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