The Profits Brought by The Legend of the Condor Heroes

"Senior Brother Yang, don't blame us for ganging up on you!" Junior Brother Wu looked at Yang Chengzhi opposite him, slowly drawing his Spirit Sword, and taunted.

After leaving the bookstore, he also saw that Yang Chengzhi's cultivation had actually reached Spirit Master Stage Seven, which truly surprised the two of them. This was also why they didn't insist on fighting Yang Chengzhi one-on-one.

Yang Chengzhi, who hadn't broken through in two years, had actually broken through. There must be some trick to this, so the two of them still felt it was better to be careful.

Yang Chengzhi put on an air of a master, ignoring the two of them. Instead, he took out another Spirit Sword from the sachet at his waist. With both swords drawn, their tips pointed at the ground at a forty-five-degree angle.

"Why so much nonsense? Let's fight."

Wu and Zhang exchanged glances, not understanding why Yang Chengzhi had taken out two weapons. However, they didn't have time to think about it. Their swords were drawn, and they charged forward, engaging Yang Chengzhi in battle.

"Holy crap! This kid didn't learn the Art of Mutual Combat, did he!" Others might not know, but Ma Feifei did! The Art of Mutual Combat from The Legend of the Condor Heroes, a unique technique created by the Old Urchin Zhou Botong. When Xiaolongnü learned this move in the book, her combat power skyrocketed!

"First, there's the method of breathing and circulating Qi, and the technique of sitting still and calming the mind. Then there's the Art of Mutual Combat. It seems The Legend of the Condor Heroes brings benefits of cultivation techniques to readers!" Ma Feifei touched his chin, got up, and went to get paper and pen to record the effects of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Although he wasn't completely sure, it was a fact that this book could bring benefits in the form of cultivation techniques. And it was unheard of for a book to have different beneficial effects, so the benefit of The Legend of the Condor Heroes being a cultivation technique was likely true.

"However, just knowing the Art of Mutual Combat isn't enough! After all, it's one against two." Ma Feifei finished writing, stroked his chin, and stared at the situation in the arena. He wanted to see if Yang Chengzhi had any other tricks up his sleeve.

At this moment, the situation in the arena was still evenly matched. Yang Chengzhi's Art of Mutual Combat made the two of them a little unaccustomed to it, and they were somewhat flustered. However, due to their cultivation levels, they didn't fall behind, and the fight was a draw.

This is where the importance of cultivation level was evident. If Yang Chengzhi's current cultivation level was at the peak of Spirit Master Stage Eight, he could have caught the two of them off guard with just his unexpected Art of Mutual Combat.

Unfortunately, the Art of Mutual Combat could only be considered a skill. In the terms of this world, it could barely be considered a martial skill.

So gradually, Wu and Zhang adapted to Yang Chengzhi's strange fighting style, slowly regaining the initiative, and pressing forward step by step. Yang Chengzhi gradually fell into a disadvantage.

In fact, in this world, there were very few flashy and dazzling fights, especially in close combat. It was all about skill. It was rare for both sides to throw skills at each other from dozens of meters away.

Of course, you could do that, but after a few throws, your internal spiritual energy would be depleted. Without the support of spiritual energy, you would be only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.

In many cases, during close combat, both sides would control their spiritual energy well, trying to deal the greatest damage with the least spiritual energy.

For example, the light ball Ma Feifei randomly threw in Nine Heavens Mountain was a case of harming yourself as much as the enemy. Most people wouldn't dare to play like that.

So, although the two sides were fighting fiercely, and occasionally flying back and forth, they didn't cause any damage to the courtyard. Not even the tree that was about to be frozen to death by Yun Qingyang was affected.

Ah~ Speaking of trees, Ma Feifei couldn't help but look up at Yun Qingyang. He felt it was necessary to have a conversation with this 'Miss Long'.

"Did you take more than a thousand Spirit Crystals early this morning?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingyang's head tilted up slightly. She didn't speak, holding her sword and standing there coolly.

'Fine! Still quite arrogant.' Ma Feifei pouted, counting the Spirit Crystals, and said casually, "You can take as many Spirit Crystals from the drawers as you want from now on."

Yun Qingyang heard this, looked down at Ma Feifei, her eyes showing seven parts surprise and three parts doubt.

"Of course, there are conditions." Ma Feifei finished counting the Spirit Crystals, took out ten of them, and then placed ten Spirit Crystals in his palm, handing them to Yun Qingyang. "First, protect me; second, help me watch the shop."

Yun Qingyang glanced at the Spirit Crystals in Ma Feifei's hand, reached out and took them, and spat out two words: "Broke."

"???" Ma Feifei's face darkened.

"Pfft."

Zhou Zhuling, who was eavesdropping nearby, couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Putting aside Ma Feifei's predicament for the moment, the fight between the three had gradually entered its climax. Although Yang Chengzhi had mastered the Art of Mutual Combat, his cultivation level was about two stages behind Wu and Zhang, and he began to be suppressed.

In the world of cultivation, skills could often only gain an advantage when the cultivation levels of both sides were similar. If the cultivation levels were too different, even the most superb skills would be useless.

The difference between the early stage of Spirit Master Stage Seven and the peak of Spirit Master Stage Eight was not that large. There had been instances of defeating higher stages, but those were always individuals with profound backgrounds.

Yang Chengzhi was just an ordinary person. Because he had some talent, he had reached this point. He needed to bet his treasures even to make a bet. Where would he get such a profound background?

He was not facing one opponent who was beyond his stage, but two.

This was not a simple matter of one plus one; the difficulty coefficient was greatly increased.

Even though he had learned the Art of Mutual Combat, the gap was too large, and he could only defend passively now.

Wu and Zhang, who could enter the top 100 of the Dragon Ranking, were not ordinary people. During the fight, they sensed that Yang Chengzhi's spiritual energy was gradually weakening. The two exchanged glances, and their offensive spiritual energy intensified by another third.

'Pfft~'

Junior Brother Wu thrust his sword out. Yang Chengzhi blocked with his right sword and was repelled. The spiritual energy attached to the Spirit Sword rushed into Yang Chengzhi's chest. Yang Chengzhi immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated three steps.

Senior Brother Zhang, seeing this, smiled slightly. He twirled his Spirit Sword, and the spiritual energy on the sword body surged by another third. He raised his sword and thrust it forward.

Clearly, the two of them were going to use their full strength.

As fellow students of Zhenguan Academy, although they couldn't kill their classmates, some injuries during sparring were inevitable. The academy wouldn't intervene even if Yang Chengzhi's cultivation was crippled.

How could Yang Chengzhi not know their intentions? But if he could confidently fight two opponents, how could he not have any backup? He actually dropped the Spirit Swords in both his hands. His five hearts faced the sky, his left palm facing up, with his thumb and pinky finger clasped, and the other three fingers extended. His right hand was held in front of his chest, palm facing left, with his thumb, middle, ring, and pinky fingers tucked in, and his index finger extended. Then, he raised both hands above his head, clasped them together, with his fingertips pointing to the sky.

It was seen that Yang Chengzhi's internal spiritual energy began to continuously gather towards his fingertips. The spiritual energy on his fingertips converged into a spiral shape. At this moment, the spiritual energy from the surrounding world was also drawn over, converging at Yang Chengzhi's fingertips.

"This hand gesture looks a bit familiar?" Ma Feifei, not far away, touched his chin, watched this scene, and murmured to himself.

On the other hand, Wu and Zhang were startled by Yang Chengzhi's move. Senior Brother Zhang's thrusting Spirit Sword was still some distance from Yang Chengzhi's body when it was repelled by the spiritual energy around him.

The two retreated a few steps, exclaiming, "Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy."