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Chen Mu ultimately lacked Chen Xiaojun's formidable physique. This Wind-Thunder Flashing Dragon Kill had already forced him beyond his limits.
The Godspeed form of the Thunder Breathing Method, in particular, was a forbidden move that burned the meridians as fuel for explosive power. Now his organs all felt like burning coals, and fine threads of blood seeped from his seven orifices.
An uproar erupted from the stands, mountains roaring and seas surging:
"Holy shit! They're going to win!"
"Chen Mu is fucking ferocious! With Soul Power three tiers lower, he still took down Zhong Weifeng, number twenty-nine on the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking!"
"Today, let the crane loose and soar into the heavens! He really dared to gamble his life!"
"Hahaha! My bet's in the bag!"
"My heart's about to explode! This isn't a match-they're playing with their lives!"
"Just look at how many people on both sides are already down!"
"Chang'an versus Yue Si-competition first, friendship twenty-second, just as expected."
Amid the uproar, Su Ningxia's blade flowed like radiant clouds splitting into shadows.
"Mist Breathing, second form: Eightfold Haze!"
She charged across the ruined arena, her eight afterimages slicing through Sheng Yingying's shields with the effortless precision of Cook Ding carving an ox.
Where her blade flashed, eight bloody gashes blossomed one after another across Bai Ye's battle robes. At last, he staggered and crashed to the ground.
Thirty paces away, Sheng Yingying's slender fingers danced like butterflies weaving among flowers, her dark hair whipping wildly in the surging Soul Power that shot skyward.
The instant that gleaming blade light tore through the air and pierced her left shoulder blade, her secret art was complete.
In an instant, Azure Hua poured down over Zhong Weifeng's head, enveloping his entire body.
Sheng Yingying stumbled