Fierce Battle

"Slap!"

Without much preamble, Xian He swung his arm and slapped Yan Dong across the face.

A light red handprint immediately appeared on Yan Dong's left cheek, a Level 1 opening created by Xian He's blow.

"You can actually hurt me?" Yan Dong clutched his face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was a Three-star White Obsidian Martial Artist. For Xian He to create an opening on him, his Strength must be at least nine hundred.

Seeing this, the audience was shocked.

"Xian He actually managed to hurt Yan Dong, a Three-star White Obsidian? Is he a Four-star White Obsidian Martial Artist?"

"Four-star White Obsidian? My god, Xian He's been hiding his strength so well!"

"Ladies, don't you think Xian He's profile is a little handsome?"

In the spectator stands, Li Zhen crossed his arms, a look of disdain on his face. He scoffed, "Four-star White Obsidian my ass. He's Three-star White Obsidian at most. His Strength comes from eating eggs!"

"Being able to eat eggs is also a form of strength," Xiao Yang remarked.

He decided to ask his father to change the competition rules, prohibiting contestants from consuming magical food before the match.

Old Man Yun stood behind the spectators like a towering stone pillar, muttering, "No wonder that kid dared to participate in the Azure Light Competition. He was prepared all along. He had me worried for nothing."

As he mumbled, the two on the stage entered the second round.

This time, Yan Dong put away his dismissive attitude and unleashed his full power.

"Slap!!"

Xian He leaned on the table, not falling down.

[Ding! Host's head was attacked. The Thirteen Grand Protectors Horizontal Training Technique's damage reduction effect triggered, reducing subsequent physical damage from the enemy by 20% for the duration of one incense stick.]

Yan Dong's Qi Break was about 333 points. After hitting his acupoint-sealed left cheek, it reached 433 points.

Subtracting his own 133 points of Qi Control, 300 points of Qi Break remained. The Thirteen Grand Protectors Horizontal Training Technique reduced the power by 10%, leaving only 270 points.

This strike elevated the Level 1 acupoint seal on his left cheek to Level 2.

"Again!" Xian He clutched his left cheek, which felt numb as if injected with anesthetic, without any sign of retreat.

Yan Dong snorted coldly and stood in position obediently, placing his hands on the table.

Judging by the color of the bruise on Xian He's face, the acupoint seal on his face should have been raised to Level 2 by him.

However, logically speaking, his strike should have elevated the opening on his face to Level 3. Could it be because his skin is thick?

"Slap!"

Before Yan Dong could figure out what was happening, his left cheek was slapped hard.

It stung like it had been smeared with chili juice. Yan Dong knew that the opening on his left cheek had also been raised to Level 2.

Following the rule that acupoint seals and openings increase by one level each round, he would win by attacking first.

Indeed, one shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He thought he would win easily, but in the end, it was a hard-fought victory.

"Now it's your turn!" Yan Dong rubbed his incredibly sore cheek, gritted his teeth, and said sinisterly to Xian He.

"Come on!" Xian He steadied himself on the table and stood up straight.

The spectators below clenched their fists tightly, their palms sweating. They were extremely tense.

The vast majority of them wanted Yan Dong to win, otherwise, all the money they had bet would be lost.

"Xian He, don't just hold on, surrender quickly! You can't beat Yan Dong!"

"Yeah! If this continues, you'll definitely lose in the end. Why put yourself through this?"

"Just surrender, Xian He. Earning money isn't easy for us. If we lose, our families won't have a way to survive."

The audience chattered their advice, but Xian He ignored them.

Xian He thought to himself, What do their families' lives have to do with me? I didn't make them gamble!

"Slap!!!"

Yan Dong's Iron Palm struck. His third blow was heavier than the previous two.

[Ding! Host's head was attacked. The Thirteen Grand Protectors Horizontal Training Technique's damage reduction effect triggered, reducing subsequent physical damage from the enemy by 30% for the duration of one incense stick.]

Xian He's head snapped to the side. If he hadn't been holding onto the table, he would have fallen.

However, although his left cheek felt even more numb, his consciousness remained clear.

Xian He muttered inwardly, Yan Dong's third attack dealt 333 + 200 = 533 points of Qi Break. Subtracting my Qi Control, and then reducing the power by 20%, leaves 320 points, raising the acupoint seal on my face to Level 3.

With the acupoint seal reaching Level 3, Yan Dong's next attack will deal 333 + 300 = 633 points of Qi Break. Subtracting my Qi Control, and then reducing the power by 30%, leaves 350 points.

The acupoint seal is still Level 3!

The scales of victory are slowly tipping in my favor!

"Stand still! Now it's your turn!" Xian He stretched his neck, his confidence soaring.

"Brother, don't force yourself. What's the point? I have the initiative, and I'll be the one to win in the end. Why suffer a beating for nothing?" Yan Dong launched a verbal assault, trying to persuade him to surrender.

Xian He glanced at the short, stout man and said coldly, "Cut the crap. I'm happy to take a beating, none of your business! If you're going to hit me, stand still. Get in position!"

Once Yan Dong was standing properly, Xian He swung his arm with all his might and landed a fierce blow.

"Slap!!!"

Yan Dong's head snapped to the side. If he hadn't been gripping the edge of the table for dear life, he would have fallen over.