Xiao Fan reacted with lightning speed, his three fingers clawing around the dagger's edge. Dragon scales manifested across his fingertips!
Crack!
His eagle claw clenched fiercely, snapping the dagger in two!
Shi Ping froze for a moment, tossed aside the broken blade, then lunged forward in a bow stance with three consecutive palm strikes, every one aimed at a vital spot!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xiao Fan countered each move in kind. Hidden Dragon Scales collided head-on with copper skin and iron bones, sending sparks flying in all directions!
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged thirty rounds. Fists and palms collided, their qi forces crashing together and rebounding apart!
Boom!
Within a radius of thirty feet, the airwaves surged like a flood. Tables and chairs shattered, wine cups flew through the air, and spectators were knocked down in droves...
Up on the third floor, Wang Mazi watched with his heart pounding in terror. Is this how martial artists fought hand-to-hand...? That's horrifying!
As a sorcerer, all he had to do was put himself in their shoes to understand why almost no sorcerers took part in the Nine Provinces Martial Tournament...
Downstairs, Xiao Fan steadied himself, his limbs faintly aching. His opponent's qi was clearly stronger than his, and his copper skin and iron bones were tougher than Xiao Fan's Hidden Dragon Scales!
At that moment, Shi Ping walked over to Qin Han and dropped to one knee. "Forgive your subordinate for arriving late and frightening you, Young Master."
Qin Han sneered. "What a buzzkill tonight has been. I'm getting irritated, so I'll be leaving first. Later, cut off that little thief's head for me. Shave off his ears and nose too. Tomorrow, I'll use it as a ball to kick around."
"That may... not be so easy...