Qin Tiexin jumped onto platform C35. Opposite him was a thin young man wearing a gray cloth shorts. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old and was on the second level of Qi Refining. He was holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand. The sword was an iron sword, not edged, but it was not light. The young man's fingers were clenched white and his knuckles were bulging. He swallowed hard.
The bells rang, dull and thick, filling the square.
The young man shouted lowly, as if to embolden himself, and thrust straight with the sword. The sword tip broke through the air, making a faint "chi" sound. The movement was standard, but too straight, and all the strength was in the arm.
Qin Tiexin didn't draw the sword, or even move. He turned sideways, and the tip of the sword brushed against the cloth on his chest. His left hand reached out, and he accurately clasped the opponent's sword-holding wrist with a tight touch; he pressed his right hand on the young man's shoulder at the same time, exerted force with the heel of his palm, and pushed it forward.
A calm and gentle force came. The young man's feet suddenly became weak, and he staggered back seven or eight steps. His back heel hit the edge of the stage, he screamed in surprise, and fell down on his back.
There was a muffled sound of "Plop", and dust rose slightly under the stage.
After a brief silence, a few low laughs rang out.
"This is too crispy."
"That big man has such a steady hand, he can grasp it accurately and deliver it skillfully."
Qin Tiexin jumped off the stone platform, and on the back of the wooden sign in his hand, the first horizontal line glowed with a soft white light.
win.
***
The second game.
The opponent was a female disciple wearing a light green skirt, Qi Refining Third Layer. She opened a distance of two feet, Hand Seals with her hands, and three translucent water arrows condensed in the air in front of her, and the arrows glowed with cold light.
"Go!" she yelled.
The water arrow shot through the air with a "swish" and was shot in the shape of a "pin". The speed was not fast, but the trajectory was erratic.
Qin Tiexin still didn't touch the handle of the knife. He turned slightly sideways to avoid an arrow shot towards his face; his left shoulder and right ribs collided with the other two.
"Pfft, pfft!"
The water arrow exploded and turned into cold water that soaked through his clothes. The force was not small, and the skin and flesh were sore, as if he had been hit twice with a thick stick, but that was all. He shook his shoulders and strode forward.
The female disciple's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly retreated. Method Formula in her hand changed again, and two more water arrows were condensed. But she retreated too quickly, and her footwork was messed up. Qin Tiexin was approaching in a few steps, and she was only three steps away from the edge of the stage. The female disciple had no way to retreat, so in panic, she fired two water arrows in a hurry, missing her accuracy.
Qin Tiexin did not dodge, let the water arrows pass by, and raised his right fist at the same time. The five kinds of Spiritual Qi in Dantian reached a balance, which is exactly what happened in "Qin Tiexin" "Hunyuan Pile Fist", a strong punching wind was launched, the female disciple screamed, was pushed backwards and flew backwards, her skirt fluttered, and almost fell outside the stage, she staggered a few steps before she stood up. Her pretty face turned red, and she glanced at the stage with shame and annoyance.
The discussion in the audience became louder.
"The skin is so thick? The water archery attack seems to be fine."
"He must have been training, look at that body."
Qin Tiexin turned a deaf ear, and the second horizontal line on the wooden sign lit up white.
***
The third game.
The opponent was a sturdy young man in his early twenties, Qi Refining Third Layer, and his exposed arm muscles were taut, obviously from physical training. As soon as he came on stage, he stepped on the stone surface twice, causing the ground to shake slightly.
"My name is Wang Meng." His voice was rough, and he stared at Qin Tiexin with fighting intent in his eyes, "I heard that you are very strong?"
Qin Tiexin nodded.
Wang Meng let out a low roar and charged like a wild bull. His right fist was clenched tightly, his muscles tensed, and with a whirring sound, he struck directly at Qin Tiexin's face. There was no trick, just the simplest and most direct force blow.
Qin Tiexin's eyes were calm, and he also punched him. He didn't have exaggerated muscles like Wang Meng, but when his fist was clenched, the lines of his arms suddenly straightened, as if they were made of fine iron.
Bang!
The fists collided together firmly, and the dull impact sound even overwhelmed the noise on the sidelines. Wang Meng's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a mountain-like force coming down his arm. His entire right arm went numb instantly, and he took three steps back uncontrollably, each step leaving shallow footprints on the stone platform.
He shook his numb fist, the fierce look in his eyes became more fierce, and he pounced again. This time he no longer fought hard, he used both fists and feet, and his moves became fierce, focusing on the waist, abdomen, and joints.
Qin Tiexin did not move his steps, but turned his body slightly, either to block or to release his force, to resolve the attacks one by one. Wang Meng became more and more urgent, attacking the lower body with a sweeping kick. Qin Tiexin saw the right moment, just when his old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not yet regenerated, his left foot reached out like lightning, and the toe hooked accurately on the calf of his supporting leg.
Wang Meng groaned, lost his center of gravity, and fell forward. He still wanted to struggle, but a big hand was firmly pressing on the back of his neck. The force was not strong, but it was as firm as an iron pincer, pressing his whole body against the cold stone surface.
"Admit defeat." Wang Meng gasped and squeezed out two words through his teeth. He could feel that if the hand exerted even half an additional force, his neck bones might not be able to bear it.
Qin Tiexin let go and stood up. Wang Meng got up, gave him a complicated look, and limped off the stage.
Three consecutive wins. The third horizontal line lights up.
***
After three consecutive battles, Qin Tiexin's breathing was still stable, but fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He walked to the corner of the stage, picked up the water bag and drank a few sips. The cool water slid down his throat, slightly dissipating the heat in his body. His eyes swept over several nearby stone platforms, where swords and swords were flashing, Law Technique roared, and figures fell from time to time. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and burnt gas.
Game 4.
The opponent was a young man in a blue shirt with a stern face and a fourth-level Qi refining level. In his hand was a fine steel sword with a slender blade and a cold light. As soon as he came on stage, he touched the sword with his fingers and shouted, "Jin Rui!"
A layer of pale golden light suddenly appeared above the sword blade, and the sharp energy was revealed, and even the surrounding air seemed to become a bit sharper. This is the metallic foundation Law Technique, which can greatly enhance the penetrating power of the weapon.
"Be careful." Before the blue-shirted young man finished speaking, he turned into a pale shadow and rushed towards him, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Qin Tiexin's throat, fast, accurate and ruthless!
Qin Tiexin's eyes narrowed, and he finally drew his sword. The dark blade showed no reflection in the sunlight, as if it were swallowing light. The horizontal rails of the blade and the broad blade were like a small shield.
Bang!!!
The sharp clashing sound of gold and iron exploded, and sparks flew everywhere. The tip of the sword touched the blade surface, making a tooth-piercing scratching sound. Qin Tiexin's arm sank slightly, and the stone slab under his feet clicked softly, cracking a few fine lines. He turned his wrist, removed the momentum, and made a backhand slash, slashing it out diagonally from bottom to top. The wind of the sword was heavy and full of pressure.
The blue-shirted young man's pupils shrank, and he did not dare to make a hard attack. His figure floated back like catkins in the wind. At the same time, the sword edge turned and no longer attacked, but turned into dots of cold stars. He specifically targeted Qin Tiexin's wrist, elbow joint, and knee and ankle where he held the knife. Swordsmanship was nimble and cunning, and he obviously knew how to use cleverness to overcome force.
Qin Tiexin The power of the sword remained unchanged, still heavy and fierce. Each strike of the sword brought with it dull wind pressure, forcing the opponent to dodge and block. The sound of the swords clashing was continuous, and occasionally Sword Qi or the wind of the sword overflowed and hit the light curtain at the edge of the ring, causing ripples.
A lot of eyes gradually gathered in the audience.
"This black sword is so heavy! That sword is Movement Method fast, but I don't dare let him cut it hard."
"Use force to suppress others, and one force can defeat ten groups. But if you hold on for too long, you will lose. Let's see who can outlast the other."
"It's time to decide the winner!"
On the stage, the young man in blue shirt couldn't attack for a long time, and his breathing was already short of breath. A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly jumped back three feet, widening the distance. The sword finger of his left hand moved rapidly, and the long sword of his right hand pointed at Qin Tiexin. The spiritual power in his body fluctuated violently.
"Golden Thorn!"
He shouted sharply, and the golden light from the tip of the sword surged. It did not cover the sword body, but condensed into a golden sharp light about a foot long, as solid as the sword, and shot out from the sword! Wherever the sharp light passed, the air made a tearing sound of "Chi Chi". The speed was extremely fast, and it went straight between Qin Tiexin's chest and abdomen. This was an attack Law Technique that could only be performed reluctantly in the middle stage of Qi refining. It consumed a lot of spiritual power, but its penetrating power was amazing.
The hair on Qin Tiexin stood up slightly, and he felt a strong energy locking him. He did not retreat, took a deep breath, and the strength of his whole body rose from the soles of his feet, penetrated his waist and back, and poured into his arms. He held Edgeless tightly with both hands, raised it high above his head, and then smashed it down!
Zhongyue's sword technique--Mountain Collapse style!
There were no fancy changes, just an indomitable slash. The dark blade tore through the air, making a low whistling sound as it faced the dazzling golden light head-on.
Stab--!!!
It was like a piece of silk being torn, or like metal being forcibly torn apart, with a shrill scream. The sharp golden light collided hard with the black blade, and the golden light flashed violently and twisted, and was split open by the extremely heavy blade! The blade was only blocked for a moment, and it still slashed downwards with a powerful force.
The young man in blue shirt turned pale. He never expected that his strongest Law Technique would be broken by a sword! In his haste, he only had time to block it with a horizontal sword.
Clang!!! Crack!
First there was the wail of the stainless steel sword bent to its limit, followed by a crisp sound of breaking. The sword was broken into two pieces, and the front half fell on the stone surface with a clang. The cold black blade, with the residual power of cutting off the golden light and shattering the sword, stopped three inches in front of his forehead. The sharp wind of the sword made the hair on his forehead fly back, causing pain on his skin.
The young man's Adam's apple rolled and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After a long while, he spoke with difficulty, "I... give up."
Qin Tiexin put away the knife, breathing slightly. The arms holding the knife felt sore and numb, and the "golden thorn" was hit hard, and the force of the shock was not small. He lowered his head and looked at Edgeless's dark blade. There was no damage, and he was sure.
Four consecutive victories. The fourth horizontal line lights up.
There is one last game left.