Lie Changkong suddenly jumped up from his seat and said in a voiceless voice, "Brother Zhao! You actually passed the finger to open the monument to him!"
Zhao Zhong looked calm and did not answer the call.
The opening monument pointed out that Zhao Clan Martial Hall's only low-grade Xuan-level martial arts was one of Zhao Zhong's most life-saving skills. The entire martial arts school was only passed down to one person, Qin Xuan.
This move uses the energy and blood of the whole body as a guide, compresses and condenses the force into one point, and uses the point to break the face, making it invincible.
But its disadvantages are also extremely obvious. Once it is used, most of the strength of the whole body will be drained away at that moment. If it cannot defeat the enemy with one blow, it will be slaughtered by others.
This is a desperate move.
Qin Xuan has never been used in front of others.
Zhao Zhong once warned him repeatedly: Never use it lightly unless absolutely necessary. Once used, either you will die or he will die.
"Break it for me!"
Qin Xuan gave a low shout, and the two middle fingers of his right hand wrapped around the light golden energy that was condensed to the extreme, and pointed at Shi Kaishan's heart like lightning.
Shi Kaishan felt the fatal threat. He let out a beast-like roar, crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect him, and his muscles tightened to the extreme in an instant. The veins under his skin bulged as high as earthworms. His whole body seemed to have turned into a statue made of copper and iron in an instant.
The physical strength of his body is far superior to that of the same level. Under full defense at this moment, even if a sword made of fine steel strikes him, it may not be able to break his skin.
However, Qin Xuan's finger was like a red-hot iron stick inserted into solidified butter.
Silent, yet powerful.
Qin Xuan's finger was exactly in the middle of Shi Kaishan's arms that were crossed to protect his chest.
The finger strength is as concise as a needle, penetrating into the bones.
Shi Kaishan's physical defense, which could be called an iron wall, was torn open at this moment.
"Pfft!"
There was a soft sound, and Shi Kaishan's whole body shook violently.
His mountain-like body trembled suddenly, veins popped out on his arms, and his muscles trembled violently like waves. A sharp pain spread from his heart to his limbs, causing his honest face to instantly distort.
He looked down at his chest.
There, a pale golden finger mark was engraved on the skin, and the bones were deep, but no blood flowed out.
Kaibei means that wherever it passes, the meridians are severed and the blood and Qi are stagnated.
Shi Kaishan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only a mouthful of blood came out of his throat, dyeing his chest and clothes red.
With a loud bang, he fell heavily on his back.
There was dead silence in the stands.
Qin Xuan stood there, his face as pale as paper, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.
His right arm was still shaking violently, and his whole body was shaking. It was obvious that this finger had taken away most of his strength.
But he stood firmly in the end and did not fall down.
The referee quickly stepped forward to check, then stood up and raised the flag.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Qin Xuan wins!"
The audience burst into applause.
When Qin Xuan walked down the ring with a pale face, the applause from the stands lasted for a long time.
Zhao Zhong stood up and went to meet him, first checked his pulse, then took out a dark red pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, and whispered, "Don't talk, just close your eyes and adjust your breath."
Qin Xuan nodded, and with the support of Song Wan, he sat back in the corner of the stand and closed his eyes to do his exercises.
Jiang Fa looked away and nodded secretly in his heart.
Qin Xuan's trump card is deeper than everyone expected. If that finger were to hit him, with the dual tempering of Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art and the powerful Vajra Kung Fu, he might be able to withstand it, but at least he would suffer some internal injuries.
"What a great opener."
His eyes moved slightly.
Unexpectedly, there is such a good thing hidden in the martial arts gym, and it can really turn defeat into victory when unexpected.
Next, the fifth and sixth games continue.
In the fifth game, Rogue Cultivator Lu Jiu versus Lie Jingyun from Liefeng Martial Arts Hall.
Lie Jingyun won three games in a row and was in full swing.
His Splitting Wind Fist was fierce and fast. After he came on stage, he was the first to move, and his punches came out like a waterfall in the Milky Way, pouring towards Lang Jiu.
However, in the face of Lie Jingyun's violent attacks, Lang Jiu always looked indifferent, and his body was as flexible as a snake, avoiding the real situation and avoiding the weak. The occasional counterattack would make Lie Jingyun panic.
"This guy has such weird moves!"
Xu Feng whispered.
"This person's physical skills are weird, and his moves are sinister and ruthless. He has won the previous few games with an absolute advantage. It is simply unfathomable."
Ma Ping also saw some clues.
On the ring, Lie Jingyun was struck by Lu Jiu on the shoulder. His whole body trembled and his hand relaxed.
Lu Jiu dodged and was already in his arms, punching him in the throat.
"I surrender!" Lie Jingyun shouted at the critical moment.
Lu Jiu's fist stopped half an inch in front of his Adam's apple, slowly retracted it, turned around and walked out of the ring expressionlessly.
"That Lu Jiu is also very powerful. If Lie Jingyun hadn't surrendered so quickly, the consequences would have been disastrous."
There was awe in the stands.
Lu Jiu's victory caused a greater shock than everyone expected.
A Rogue Cultivator of unknown origin made it all the way from the qualifiers to the top seven, showing bottomless strength.
"What's the background of this Lu Jiu?"
Lie Changkong frowned and watched the thin gray figure walk down the ring, the seriousness in his eyes almost turning into substance.
Zhao Zhong shook his head slowly. "This guy's aura has been so completely restrained that you can't even see through his depth."
"Indeed." Lie Changkong frowned, obviously the same as Zhao Zhong.
Both of them are in the middle stage of Transforming Force. Looking at Qingshan County, they can count on one hand the number of people who can't see through them.
Zhao Zhong's eyes fell on Lu Jiu's retreating back. "This person's shots in the first few rounds were very controlled, with almost no unnecessary movements. Obviously, he didn't want others to see his true identity."
Lie Changkong frowned and turned to look at a middle-aged man with a sharp face behind him. "Old Qian, you have been on the street before, have you ever heard of Lu Jiu?"
The old man frowned and said in a low voice, "Master, there are not many warriors named Lu in Qingshan County, and there are even fewer who are under twenty years old. But..."
"But what?"
"But the moves this person just used don't look like the methods taught in a serious martial arts school. Look at the angle of his punches, the timing of his force, and his body skills. They are clean and neat, and his moves are aimed at the vital points. This style is more like..."
Lao Qian's voice was lowered. "It's more like someone who has been involved in the murder business all year round."
Lie Changkong's pupils narrowed.
"Killing..." Lie Changkong muttered.
On the east side of the stand, Wang Chengde put down his teacup and followed Lu Jiu's back, thoughtfully.
"Yanzhi, what do you think?"
Wang Yanzhi pondered for a moment and said, "This man's aura is restrained, and he did not show his true cultivation even in the battle. When I watched him fight with Lie Jingyun, I had at least three points of strength left."
"More than three points." Wang Chengde shook his head, "Lie Jingyun didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. This guy only threw two punches and one palm in the whole process, which made Lie Jingyun have to admit defeat. If he used all his strength, Lie Jingyun wouldn't be able to survive ten moves."
Wang Yanzhi's expression changed slightly.
"An Jin peak?"
"Not necessarily." Wang Chengde picked up the tea cup and took another sip with a deep look, "It could also be Late Dark Force, but he is not the one trained in an ordinary martial arts school. Look at the momentum when he takes action. It has the aura of killing people, and he has killed many people."
Wang Yanzhi was silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "People like this should not be unknown."
"That's why it's interesting." Wang Chengde smiled, "With Lu Jiu appearing out of nowhere, and Jiang Fa suddenly rising up, this Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament is much more interesting than previous years."