Dou Master!

The arena returned to calm.

Xiao Le stood on the stage in a sorry state. His green robe was in complete disarray, and both palms were covered in wounds. That man's attack had been a wide-range destructive combat technique. Fortunately, Xiao Le had relied on his extreme speed to evade the most powerful part of the attack.

Only by using Swift Lightning Thunder Shadow Thrust to strike the weak point had he managed to break the tornado. Seeing the tornado shattered, the man was extremely unwilling, but his dou qi had already been nearly exhausted.

Xiao Le sent him off the stage with a Fire-Blowing Palm.

After resting for a moment, he unexpectedly encountered another Misty Cloud Sect disciple. Perhaps Xiao Le's previous battle had been too dazzling, for his opponent lacked the courage to compete and hastily conceded. Xiao Le successfully advanced to the semifinals.

This caused Elder Yun Leng to lose considerable face. Determined to teach Xiao Le a profound lesson, he called over Yun Jingfeng, who had just defeated his opponent, and gave him a round of instructions.

The semifinals used a bye-based elimination format. Xiao Le's luck was exceptionally good, and he drew a bye, advancing directly to the finals.

Xiao Le sat among the honored guests and looked out at the arena. At that moment, Yun Jingfeng and Mittel Hao were competing for a place in the finals.

Xiao Le knew Mittel Hao's strength well. He was slightly stronger than the prodigies of the other three great families, but he was likely still no match for Yun Jingfeng.

Sure enough, the moment the match began, Yun Jingfeng circulated his dou qi, and the aura of an eight-star Dou Practitioner swept across the arena. Who would have thought that in less than a year since their last meeting, Yun Jingfeng had improved so greatly?

As expected of a Misty Cloud Sect disciple. Their resources were truly abundant. The Pill King must have contributed quite a bit.

Yun Jingfeng's fighting style was like a violent storm, leaving his opponent unable to cope. The instant the battle began, Mittel Hao fell into a disadvantage, without the slightest chance to counterattack. He could only defend passively.

Mittel Hao's defeat was only a matter of time. Xiao Le sighed and shook his head. The Misty Cloud Sect's foundation truly could not be compared to that of the three great families. Just their combat techniques and cultivation methods revealed a glimpse of the gap.

Sensing his dou qi growing weaker and weaker, Mittel Hao gritted his teeth and erupted with dou qi, breaking away from the fight. His iron fan became like a spear as he thrust it forward.

With unstoppable force, it drove straight at the heart!

Unfortunately, his opponent was Yun Jingfeng. Not only was Yun Jingfeng's dou qi level higher, but his combat techniques and cultivation methods were also far beyond Mittel Hao's. Yun Jingfeng feinted with his steps, his body shifting unpredictably like a breeze brushing past, and he repeatedly evaded Mittel Hao's thrusts.

Feeling Mittel Hao's attacks weakening further, Yun Jingfeng planted his feet and clenched his hand into a fist. Green dou qi wrapped around it.

"Wind-Screaming Heaven-Shattering Fist!"

His fist howled as it tore through the air. This punch actually caused Mittel Hao's specially forged refined iron fan to crack apart under the strain.

"Boom!"

A trench was plowed into the ground. Mittel Hao lay in a miserable state at the edge of the arena. He was in an utterly wretched condition, his handsome face stained red with blood. His right hand, which held the fan, was curled unnaturally, clearly broken. His chest had caved in, bearing the imprint of a fist.

Seeing that Mittel Hao could not delay any longer, the Miter Family's First Elder disregarded the rules. Dou qi wings bloomed behind him like flowers, and he transformed into an afterimage as he appeared on the arena.

"How ruthless!" The First Elder checked Mittel Hao's injuries, murderous intent blooming in his eyes. In the end, he forcibly suppressed it, picked up Mittel Hao, and vanished from the arena.

Yun Jingfeng calmly turned around. Though his body was slender, his bearing was imposing. Pointing at Xiao Le in the honored seats, he shouted, "Don't waste time. Let's begin the finals!"

This action drew the attention of every young person present to Yun Jingfeng, making the girls cry out in excitement. But it made Xiao Le furious. Yun Jingfeng was trying to use him to establish his authority.

Naturally, Xiao Le could not refuse. He rose indifferently, a cold smirk on his lips, and strode into the arena. Looking at the arrogant Yun Jingfeng, he mocked, "I hope that disgusting expression of yours can last until the end of the match!"

Leaving aside this provocation, Xiao Le had already found the Misty Cloud Sect's second genius, who thought so highly of himself, extremely unpleasant when they had met at the Xiao Family before.

"Hmph!" Yun Jingfeng's gaze grew cold as his dou qi stirred up waves of air, and fierce winds covered the entire arena.

The referee's face darkened at Yun Jingfeng attacking before he could announce the start, but unfortunately, he could not afford to offend him.

Xiao Le stood calmly in his green robe amid the raging winds, completely unaffected.

Arcs of lightning erupted, and gray-black lightning serpents rose into the air. Wind and thunder suddenly raged across the arena, causing even those arrogant prodigies to darken in expression.

"Die!" Yun Jingfeng stared coldly at Xiao Le. He formed a sword with two fingers, which were wrapped in dou qi emitting a chilling gleam.

He feinted with his steps, wind gathering beneath his shoes, and his sword fingers thrust straight forward.

A difference of three stars could not be underestimated. Xiao Le spread his stance wide and thrust out both fists, his powerful fist force striking directly at the green-glowing sword fingers.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Xiao Le gave a muffled shout, and his domineering, powerful fist force actually tore through the air, smashing toward Yun Jingfeng with unstoppable momentum.

Fist met fingers, yet those seemingly fragile sword fingers steadily blocked Xiao Le's Eight Extremes Collapse.

A flicker of pain struck him, and surprise flashed through Xiao Le's eyes. His fist had actually been pierced open. Yun Jingfeng was very strong.

It was not only Xiao Le; Yun Jingfeng was also startled by Xiao Le. A five-star Dou Practitioner had actually blocked one of his finger strikes.

Yun Jingfeng became more serious. His aura surged, and amid the churning air currents, his presence gradually strengthened, rising from an eight-star Dou Practitioner all the way to a peak nine-star Dou Practitioner, only a step away from becoming a Dou Master.

It was precisely the secret technique, Cloud Spiral Burst.

Though Xiao Le had expected it, his expression still grew grave. An eight-star Dou Practitioner had already been barely manageable, but a peak nine-star Dou Practitioner would make the battle far more difficult.

Gray-black lightning surged forth, strange beyond measure. Sensing its eerie nature, those among the honored guests who had never seen it before were astonished.

Wrapped in lightning, Xiao Le seemed to transform into a black panther poised to strike, staring fixedly at Yun Jingfeng.

Feeling a trace of unease, Yun Jingfeng hurriedly steadied his mind and attacked.

"Swift Lightning Thunder Shadow Thrust!"

Xiao Le shot forward, pouncing directly at Yun Jingfeng.

The gray-black lightning made Yun Jingfeng feel a hint of danger. At once, pale green dou qi gathered in his right hand and began to spin.

"Gale Meteor Cone!"

A powerful wave of air erupted from the clash between their attacks, concealing the entire arena and making many people curious about what had happened within.

"Die!"

A furious shout came from the arena. It was Yun Jingfeng's voice, and the Misty Cloud Sect members immediately rejoiced, while Ya Fei, Yao Ye, and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.

The airwaves dispersed. Yun Jingfeng's aura was unsteady, strands of gray-black lightning coiling around his body. His face was pale, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Le beside him was also in a miserable state. A wound pierced through his abdomen, and his internal organs were faintly visible. Yet Xiao Le smiled, his gaze fierce and unyielding. He tightly gripped Yun Jingfeng's hand, which had stabbed into his body, while gray-black Heavenly Demon Evil Lightning continuously invaded Yun Jingfeng.

Yun Jingfeng felt the dou qi within him draining at extreme speed, and panic filled him. He frantically circulated his dou qi in an attempt to break free from Xiao Le, but Xiao Le refused to let go even at the risk of his life.

Heavenly Demon Evil Lightning inherently possessed the effect of devouring dou qi and vital essence. The longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it became for Xiao Le. Feeling the nourishment returned by the Heavenly Demon Evil Lightning, Xiao Le's aura grew increasingly powerful.

Before long, Yun Jingfeng's face turned pale. A vicious gleam appeared in his eyes as he suddenly mobilized the dou qi within his body.

"Boom!"

With a muffled explosion, Yun Jingfeng actually detonated his dou qi inside his own body, breaking free from Xiao Le at the cost of severe injuries. This burst of qi also injured Xiao Le.

"Pfft!"

Both men spat out mouthfuls of blood.

Feeling his injuries, Yun Jingfeng's rage soared to the heavens. Determined to flay the person before him alive, he launched a storm-like barrage of attacks at Xiao Le.

Xiao Le could barely block some of the attacks, but more of them landed on his body. He had already been severely injured, and now his condition worsened further.

Xiao Le's eyes turned ruthless. He stopped defending altogether, converting all his dou qi into Heavenly Demon Evil Lightning to invade Yun Jingfeng, making every one of Yun Jingfeng's attacks carry away a strand of lightning.

"Boom!"

A rumble sounded from within Xiao Le's body. He had actually broken through at this critical moment. His suppressed dou qi was forcing a breakthrough, but Yun Jingfeng before him would not give him the chance to advance.

Do I have to concede? Xiao Le thought.

Xiao Le's abnormal state also caught everyone's attention. He had only just broken through not long ago, and now he was about to break through again. What a monster!

Yun Jingfeng also noticed Xiao Le's state and sneered. "Haha, breaking through? I won't give you that chance. Just obediently become crippled!"

Hearing this, Xiao Le stopped trying to fight him head-on. He took out a handful of pills without caring how many there were, lightning flashing as the silhouette of a panther condensed around him.

Using Swift Lightning Thunder Shadow Thrust, he dodged Yun Jingfeng's attacks and actually managed to hold him at a stalemate.

He split his attention in two, using Swift Lightning Thunder Shadow Thrust to evade while absorbing the medicinal power to prepare for his breakthrough.

"This can't continue! If he breaks through, I might even lose to him." Yun Jingfeng's face was filled with unwillingness and resentment as he took out a pitch-black pill.

"Explosive Qi Pill?" Fama recognized the pill at a glance and immediately felt that something was wrong.

Jia Xingtian's expression also turned livid. Looking at Yun Leng, he sneered, "Is this what your Misty Cloud Sect disciples are like? Such despicable methods!"

Yun Jingfeng's aura rose once more, and his dou qi became violent and unstable.

"Haha, what's wrong? There's no rule in a match that says you can't take pills!" Elder Yun Leng said smugly, without the slightest sense of shame.

Dou Master!

Yun Jingfeng had actually crossed the heavenly chasm that stood before the peak of the Dou Practitioner realm.