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Meng Zhao nodded repeatedly as he watched, gaining deep insights and forming his own understanding of Wei Qi and Xue Ying's martial arts.

Especially Wei Qi. Meng Zhao had truly fought him before, their qi forces colliding and intertwining. Now, with the clarity of an observer, it was as though he were examining the lines on his palm; the veins of Wei Qi's martial path lay before him in every minute detail.

If Meng Zhao and Wei Qi were to fight again now, taking him down would be much easier. This was partly because Meng Zhao had gained profound insights from the Nine Heavens Demon Subduing Sword Technique, and partly because he had seen through Wei Qi.

By comparison, the lame old man, the Chen Family mother and son, and Zhang Dun were merely watching the excitement. They saw two immense currents of qi and two figures, like flood dragons in water, colliding without cease, but as for the hidden intricacies—how true qi was circulated, how one move was used, how another was broken—they understood none of it.

It could only be called a squandering of heavenly treasures, wasting a precious chance to observe and gain enlightenment.

After roughly twenty exchanges, Wei Qi had reversed the disadvantage he had initially been in.

Though the martial art he cultivated was only a fragment, it was still a supreme demonic art. Even one-fifth of its essence contained boundless profundity and power. His fists and kicks were simple and unadorned, yet they carried the flavor of great skill seeming clumsy.

Every move gathered wind and thunder, with Mountain Stone rolling and crashing, its bearing magnificent and bold, yet mixed with nimble, ever-changing variations. The opposing forces of attraction and repulsion lay within it, producing endless transformations.

This was Wei Qi's advantage. His true