Blood Battle Fang Yan (3)

The Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng Pill melted in Hao Meng's mouth, its vast medicinal power surging straight into his meridians, increasing their width by over fifty percent.

Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi is the foundation of cultivation. Whether it's Core Formation, Nascent Soul, or opening the Immeasurable Sea, it's all the result of accumulating Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi within the body to a certain extent. Therefore, the Dantian and meridians, which carry the Yuan Qi, become extremely important.

Under normal circumstances, a person's meridian width remains constant. This determines that many cultivators are destined from birth to be unable to reach higher realms. Not everyone possesses a Simulation System like Ling Mu, which allows them to widen their meridians and thus increase their potential by adding talent points.

However, the Great Thousand World is full of wonders. Powerful alchemists extract the essence from rare medicinal herbs and finally refine this Nine-Bend Spirit Ginseng Pill, which can actually enhance the toughness and width of meridians within an hour. Simply put, techniques you couldn't normally handle can be wielded with ease within this hour. Although it's only effective for cultivators below the Core Formation Realm, it's still a miracle that defies the heavens.

With the pill swallowed, Hao Meng's aura condensed once more, becoming noticeably heavier and more powerful. The increase in potential allowed him to reach a new height in controlling his own Yuan Qi. The pair of Glazed Fists in his hands also emanated white light again, with streaks of tiger shadows flashing between his fists, and a strong fighting spirit flowed from his entire body.

"Junior Fang, please go all out. Let's have a good fight."

At this moment, Hao Meng was full of spirit and vigor, his condition at its peak. For many years, he had trained diligently without a single day of relaxation, yet he always remained a step away from that transformation.

But today, under Fang Yan's blade, he felt the Blood Essence throughout his body churning. The previously stagnant Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in his Dantian began to circulate wildly. That sliver of opportunity seemed to be right before his eyes. Although he didn't know what this sliver of opportunity was, the only thing he could do now was fight, fight, fight!

Seeing that Hao Meng had no intention of giving up, Fang Yan said no more. The blood energy covering his body surged again, growing at a visible speed. It instantly went from a thin layer to over an inch thick. His eyes became increasingly blood-red, and blood energy accompanied by killing intent emanated from his body, filling the entire arena.

Hao Meng showed no fear, crouching and exerting force, he rushed forward. Those who practice fist techniques are best at close combat. Since his opponent's strength was astonishing, he could only bring him into his most comfortable domain to leverage his strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Fang Yan was well aware of Hao Meng's intentions. When they were three steps apart, he drew his blade. It was still the bloody blade light, but now it was even more crimson. The eight-zhang-long blade shadow split into three in the air, directly blocking Hao Meng's path forward.

Hao Meng's eyes flashed with sharp light. The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi within his body was frantically mobilized, and a white tiger phantom actually enveloped his entire body. Unlike Fang Yan's blood energy armor, Hao Meng seemed to have merged with this white tiger.

He took two more steps forward, then suddenly pulled his arms back. Two white wings suddenly appeared on either side of the white tiger phantom, followed by a sudden surge in Hao Meng's speed. In a flash, he broke through Fang Yan's net-like blade shadows. This was the fourth stance of the Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist—Wings of the Tiger.

"Brother Mu, your two students are truly formidable. Especially the kid who uses fists; his foundation is deep, his movement speed is not weak, and his explosive power is also very strong. How is he in the Profound Tier Class?"

Watching the intense battle on the field, Elder Qin on the spectator stand couldn't help but ask Mu Bai, who was also concentrating, about Hao Meng's situation.

"Brother Qin, you don't know. This Hao Meng was once a genius in the Heaven Tier Class. He has been studying in our academy for over five years, but he has been unable to break through to Core Formation. Two years ago, he voluntarily came to the Profound Tier Class, but he didn't give up. Instead, he cultivated even more diligently, but..."

Mu Bai had been concerned about this eldest son of the Hao family for many years. Despite his outstanding talent, he had been unable to take the most crucial step on the path to immortality, which was a pity.

"Oh? Is that so? Deep accumulation, transcendent mindset. Once this child breaks through, he will sweep away his peers, and few will be able to match him."

Elder Qin looked at Hao Meng on the field thoughtfully. His opponent in this battle was very strong, and it was basically certain that he was a descendant of that lost tribe. If he could win this battle, perhaps it would be the time for his breakthrough.

Hao Meng, now in close combat, immediately launched a fierce offensive. His fists struck hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, and white fist shadows continuously landed on Fang Yan. But the next scene was beyond Hao Meng's expectation.

The blood energy covering Fang Yan's entire body was like a viscous mud pit that absorbed all the fist shadows. Hao Meng felt as if hundreds of punches had gone into the sea like iron oxen, with no return. The blood energy armor merely rippled slightly under such heavy blows before returning to normal. This ability left Hao Meng at a loss.

He continued to punch but could never break through the defense of the blood energy armor. During this time, he had to constantly dodge and block the incoming bloody blade shadows. Gradually, Hao Meng once again fell into a disadvantage and could only passively defend. Fang Yan's blade momentum became fiercer and fiercer, repeatedly striking at Hao Meng's vital points. Although he narrowly resolved them, it made the students of the Profound Tier Class present hold their breath.

Only Ling Mu was not overly worried. Among the three pieces of equipment he had gifted Senior Hao, the Marauder Wisteria Armor and the Radiant Mercury Belt both had active skills, yet Senior Hao had not used them so far. This indicated that the situation was far from his limit. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for a fatal blow.

This Senior Hao of mine had never lost his composure since the beginning of the battle. He advanced step by step, with every move within his plan. Such combat power and mindset were enough to be called the number one person in Qinglan Academy.

Continuously defending against the blade shadows slashing from all directions, Hao Meng appeared to Fang Yan to be desperately fleeing, his defeat sealed. No one noticed that the blood energy armor, which was originally over an inch thick, was gradually thinning, and the blood energy covering it was becoming denser, making his blade momentum even fiercer.

Puchi

Another blade broke through Hao Meng's defense and directly cut his chest. Although the Marauder Wisteria Armor's effect halved the power, it still left a long gash, and blood once again gushed out.

Just as everyone thought Hao Meng was about to be defeated, a hand flashing with white light suddenly grabbed the blade edge churning with surging blood energy. Fang Yan was greatly alarmed and wanted to pull out his blade but found he couldn't move. Then, another dazzling white light appeared, and a fierce tiger materialized out of thin air. This white tiger phantom then transformed into a giant white dragon in an instant, letting out a dragon's roar as it attacked Fang Yan's head.

Dragon Tiger Fighting Saint Fist, Fifth Stance—Dragon's Gallop, Tiger's Charge.

Fang Yan wanted to mobilize his blood energy to defend, but it was too late. The thin blood energy armor shattered in front of the giant dragon. This punch, which Hao Meng had been accumulating power for a long time, landed squarely on Fang Yan's face.

I fell for the trap...

This was Fang Yan's last thought before being sent flying.