Consecutive Battles

Xia Qi'an was like a living Vajra at this moment, radiating an unparalleled aura of power from his entire being.

He tightly gripped Zou Cheng in his hand, his gaze as sharp as a blade, and looked directly at Li Mei on the other side of the stage.

Li Mei's heart trembled. Facing such a terrifying opponent, she was momentarily at a loss.

But if she were to be intimidated by Xia Qi'an's glare like this, how could she possibly continue to work in the Wei Dao Si in the future?

With that thought, Li Mei gritted her teeth fiercely and decided to go all out.

She swung the whip-like spine in her hand, instantly creating a sharp whistling sound as it moved through the air. Like a venomous snake, it lashed out fiercely at Xia Qi'an.

"Whoosh..."

The whip cut through the air, emitting a piercing whistle, and struck swiftly and accurately towards Xia Qi'an.

However, Xia Qi'an was completely unfazed. He threw Zou Cheng out of the ring.

Then, he grabbed the green whip, covered in spines, that was attacking him.

The spines on this whip were extremely hard and sharp. It was a Low-grade Spirit Weapon meticulously crafted from a magical spiritual plant called Iron Thorn Vine.

These spines were sharp enough to easily pierce the Blood Essence defenses of martial artists in the Bone Forging Realm!

Yet, facing such a terrifying spined whip, Xia Qi'an simply grasped it tightly in his hand.

His palm, as tough as a Vajra's, rubbed against the sharp spines, producing a chilling, creaking sound.

Xia Qi'an looked down at the wounds on his palm that were opened by the spines and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Clearly, this spine whip was indeed extraordinary, managing to cut through his invulnerable skin. It was quite surprising.

However, that was all it could do.

Even though this whip was only a Low-grade Spirit Weapon, being able to cut his skin was its limit. It couldn't penetrate his palm, which was as hard as iron, any further.

Seeing this scene, Li Mei's face turned pale with fright, and she exclaimed in her heart, "What kind of monster are you? To be able to block a low-grade spirit weapon with your bare hands..."

Li Mei's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

Seeing this, she quickly exerted force, trying to pull the whip back. However, the whip in Xia Qi'an's palm was as if rooted, unmoving.

"Let go!..." Li Mei roared, her voice deafening.

Xia Qi'an sneered, and his arm suddenly yanked with lightning speed.

A colossal force, like an overwhelming tide, transferred through the whip. Li Mei felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her body unstable, and she nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Seizing this opportunity, Xia Qi'an flashed forward like a phantom, preparing to punch Li Mei in the face. Just then, Si Nanyue from below the stage suddenly spoke to stop him.

"Don't hit too hard!"

With Si Nanyue's command, Xia Qi'an retracted his fist.

He kicked Li Mei in the abdomen, sending her flying off the stage.

With this, Xia Qi'an had defeated three opponents in a row.

In contrast, few people stepped forward to challenge Jiang Feng and Lin Beihai.

The spectators below looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to easily step onto the stage to challenge Xia Qi'an.

Most of the martial artists in the prefectural cities under the Wei Dao Si were in the Bone Forging Realm. Their martial cultivation was comparable to the previous three opponents, and challenging him would likely result in a similar outcome.

After a long pause, a tall, composed young man with a heroic appearance, whose features bore some resemblance to Wei Wuji, slowly ascended the stage.

"I am Wei Wudao. You injured my younger brother, Wei Wuji, last night! Today, I will seek some guidance on behalf of my foolish brother," Wei Wudao announced himself.

Seeing his deep aura and steady steps, Xia Qi'an knew he was a martial arts master, far superior to the previous three.

As for Wei Wudao, Xia Qi'an had never seen him before.

He had already been feeling frustrated from not being able to fight to his heart's content.

Wei Wudao's appearance now was perfectly timed.

It made his Blood Essence surge, and the sound of Tiger-Leopard Thunder resonated within him: "Good... finally, a true expert..."

With that, Xia Qi'an made the first move. His claws, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, attacked Wei Wudao with fierce momentum.

Wei Wudao's entire body exuded a powerful aura, and his Blood Essence was incredibly dense. He let out a loud roar, his body moved abruptly, and he unleashed a continuous barrage of Hundred Refinements Fist.

Each punch contained terrifying power, the wind of his fists whistling, accompanied by terrifying sonic booms.

Xia Qi'an's claws were also agile and varied, grasping and striking, colliding with Wei Wudao's fists, emitting dull thuds.

The battle between the two was exceptionally fierce. The spectators below seemed to be awestruck by their momentum, their gazes filled with reverence.

In this intense exchange, both Xia Qi'an and Wei Wudao displayed their formidable strength and exquisite martial arts.

Wei Wudao primarily cultivated the Ox Demon Body Tempering Technique and the Golden Bell Shield, and he was also proficient in fist and palm techniques.

For a time, he fought an evenly matched battle with Xia Qi'an.

And this time, Xia Qi'an could finally fight without holding back.

He seamlessly switched between his fist, palm, and claw techniques, all of which he had mastered to the point of perfect integration.

Furthermore, he possessed the Dragon-Elephant Monstrous Strength, making every move and every strike carry a terrifying momentum.

"Boom..."

After the two exchanged a punch, they quickly separated.

Several cracks appeared on Xia Qi'an's fist, and blood slowly flowed out.

Wei Wudao was in an even worse state; his entire right arm was shattered, and blood stained half of his body.

"Ox Demon Descends..."

Wei Wudao roared, transforming as if into an ox demon, and smashed towards Xia Qi'an with both fists.

"...Vajra's Fury!"

A faint, almost imperceptible Sanskrit chant echoed, and a four-armed Vajra appeared, glaring with wrath.

"Boom..."

With a deafening roar, both sides unleashed their killing moves, and the outcome was instantly decided.

Wei Wudao, covered in blood, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing directly into the ruins of the old city.

It had to be admitted that Wei Wudao was indeed much stronger than his younger brother. Even the powerful Xia Qi'an found it no easy feat to defeat him.

"I am Wang Lang... Please enlighten me..."

However, just as Wei Wudao was defeated, a tall, handsome young man with a clear and refined face stepped onto the stage.

He wore the uniform of a Hound Guard, exuding an elegant and graceful demeanor, clearly indicating an extraordinary background.

It turned out this young man hailed from the Wang Clan of Jinling and was also Wang Xie's cousin.

At this moment, Xia Qi'an's anger, after a series of battles, was difficult to quell; he was furious to the extreme.

"Is there anyone else who is not convinced... Come up together!"

Hearing Xia Qi'an's arrogant words, Wang Lang's expression immediately darkened. He spoke, "Since you are so arrogant, then don't blame Wang for being impolite..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Lang lightly flicked his sleeve towards the audience below. Immediately, six more Hound Guards leaped onto the stage, surrounding Xia Qi'an tightly along with Wang Lang.

Seeing this scene, Si Nanyue was about to step forward to intervene but was stopped by Xia Qi'an.

"They are just a bunch of weaklings. Even if you all come at me together, what can you do to me?"

Xia Qi'an's voice grew deeper and hoarser, his face contorted in a ferocious scowl. With each breath, two wisps of white mist actually puffed from the corners of his mouth.

In his state of extreme rage, his brows faintly took on the appearance of a wrathful Vajra.

It was as if, in the next moment, he would truly become a wrathful Vajra, descending upon the world.