Counters: Immortal Cultivators Compete in Physical Strength
"Boom!"
The flying sword and the spirit blade collided fiercely in mid-air, the resounding clang of metal echoing throughout the arena.
The two Law Treasure flew backwards, then immediately became entangled in battle again, constantly clashing.
Wang Zechuan stared at the locked-up Law Treasure, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes, quickly replaced by disdain.
"I didn't expect that you, a piece of trash from the Eastern Desolation, would actually have some ability. It's just a pity that you're still far inferior to me."
Before he finished speaking, his hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals and conjuring a black dragon wreathed in demonic flames that appeared out of thin Method Formula.
The dragon raised its head high and let out a deafening roar, rushing towards Zheng Siqi with an aura that seemed capable of burning everything in its path.
"I hope your ability is as tough as your mouth."
Zheng Siqi's eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Since the Wood Element Law Technique I'm good at are countered by Fire Element, I'll not use Wood Element Law Technique and instead use Ice Element Law Technique.
He changed hand Law Seals and unleashed an Ice Cone Technique spell, a sharp ice spike shooting towards the black dragon with a fierce edge.
The ice spikes struck the black dragon's head precisely, and the chilling air and demonic flames collided violently before both were annihilated in mid-air.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Zheng Siqi moved with lightning speed, rushing towards Wang Zechuan while simultaneously forming hand seals once more.
Hundreds of ice spikes rained down on the opponent like a storm.
"Hmph, a mere trick!"
Wang Zechuan formed a hand seal, and a scorching wall of fire ignited in front of him, burning away all the ice spikes.
"Now, I'll show you the power of the Demonic Flame Burns the Heavens!"
He raised his hand and took out a bronze lamp, his fingertips casting a continuous stream of spiritual light into the lamp.
The next moment, monstrous demonic flames surged out of the lamp and swept towards Zheng Siqi, scorching and distorting the air itself.
Zheng Siqi was prepared. He raised his hand and summoned a furnace. As he made Method Formula seal, the furnace suddenly unleashed a powerful suction force.
It swallowed all the oncoming demonic flames into the furnace, not even letting a single Mars escape.
"Your demonic flames are quite impressive."
Zheng Siqi chuckled and shook the stove. "Just let out as much as you have; my stove is a bit short of flames."
Seeing his ultimate move easily neutralized, Wang Zechuan roared angrily, "You Eastern Desolation, you actually researched Law Technique and Law Treasure that counter Fire Element!"
You've prepared everything perfectly, but that's enough. I'll show you that so-called restraint is nothing but a joke.
With a roar, he moved like a ghost, his hands rapidly changing hand Method Formula, wielding his spirit blade as a streak of light, launching an even fiercer attack on Zheng Siqi.
Zheng Siqi was not to be outdone, urging his flying sword to meet the spirit blade, while simultaneously moving nimbly to approach Wang Zechuan.
The clanging sounds of Law Treasure clashing were incessant as two figures flashed across the arena and engaged in a fierce battle.
At this moment, Zheng Siqi's live stream room had already exploded with activity, and the comments were scrolling rapidly.
"Wang Zechuan is too arrogant! Not only does he look down on our Eastern Desolation, but he also dares to call Liu Yi and Chen Jie trash. I've never seen such an ignorant and arrogant person."
"That's not just arrogant, that's downright courting death! Liu Yi is a ruthless person who can kill Void Return Realm in two moves."
"How dare he, a Late Stage Nascent Soul Realm, call someone a piece of trash? Isn't that just courting death?"
"Wang Zechuan is definitely dead! With Chen Jie's arrogant personality, once he finds out that Wang Zechuan called him a piece of trash, he'll absolutely go after Wang Zechuan."
"Haha! Zheng Siqi, that sixth brother, is really good at hiding his true abilities. He actually researched ways to counter Fire Element Law Technique and Law Treasure long ago."
I suspect he specifically prepared this to deal with Ye Liang.
"Absolutely! Zheng Siqi is definitely itching to have another match with Ye Liang, to defeat him again, and to get revenge for his defeat in the Immortal-Devil Secret Realm Arena."
On the stage, Wang Zechuan saw Zheng Siqi approaching and a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth:
"You want to fight me in close combat? You're courting death!"
Don't you understand that the physical strength of us Devil Cultivator far surpasses that of you righteous cultivators?
Today I'll show you the power of my physical body!
Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fist, his arm muscles bulging, and blasted towards Zheng Siqi's face with a whistling force.
A glint of light flashed in Zheng Siqi's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. Without dodging or avoiding, he also threw a punch to meet the attack.
"Bang!"
The dull thud of their fists colliding made the ring tremble slightly.
The next moment, a crisp "crack" of bone breaking was accompanied by a shrill scream.
Wang Zechuan's arm was broken by Zheng Siqi's punch and hung limply at his side.
Before Wang Zechuan could retreat, Zheng Siqi launched a barrage of attacks with both hands and feet, raining down like a storm.
"Aaaaaah!"
Wang Zechuan screamed incessantly, completely powerless to fight back, and was forced to retreat repeatedly before finally being punched from mid-air onto the ring.
"That feels so good! Serves you right for being so arrogant! Serves you right for being so cocky! Serves you right for daring to call me trash..."
As Zheng Siqi punched and kicked Wang Zechuan, he gritted his teeth and cursed, venting all the frustration and anger he had felt from being mocked earlier through his fists and feet.
He secretly rejoiced, having witnessed the terrifying combat power of a body-refining expert like Liu Yi in his younger days.
Knowing that there were many martial arts practitioners in the Eastern Desolation with strong physical bodies, he realized that if his own physical body was weak, he would die once he was approached. Therefore, he began to cultivate his physical body diligently a long time ago.
In fact, he's not alone; many cultivators are now desperately trying to improve their physical strength.
After all, in life-or-death battles, a strong physical body is often the last line of defense.
Seeing Wang Zechuan fall to the ground in defeat, Li Yanzhou was first stunned and stood there for a moment. Then he suddenly came to his senses and flew onto the arena in a flash.
He hurriedly took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, releasing fifty-three fierce ghosts with blue faces and fangs, which pounced on Zheng Siqi, shouting fiercely:
"Stop! Stop right now! If you kill him, you'll face relentless pursuit from the Demonic Flame Sect!"
Zheng Siqi shifted his feet and dodged the vengeful ghost, simultaneously recalling his flying sword.
With a flash of sword light, fifty-three vengeful ghosts were instantly reduced to ashes, but he did not launch another attack.
He actually had the chance to kill Wang Zechuan just now, but Yuntian City has a strict rule against killing.
Secondly, as Wang Zechuan is the Holy Son of the Demonic Flame Sect, killing him would inevitably provoke a frenzied retaliation from the Demonic Flame Sect.
He didn't have Liu Yi's guts or strength to kill someone without regard for their sect's background.
Wei Jiaming also leaped onto the stage and, upon seeing Wang Zechuan, who was bruised and covered in blood, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He then turned to Li Yanzhou and shouted, "Li Yanzhou, you demonic cultivator, you don't understand the rules! How dare you disrupt the competition in public!"
Li Yanzhou snorted coldly, "I was just trying to save him. If something really happened to Wang Zechuan, could you take responsibility for it?"
Wei Jiaming curled his lip and retorted with disdain, "In a ring fight, if you're not skilled enough, you deserve to die, let alone when you demons provoked us first?"
Even if something really happens, what is there that I can't bear?
"Hmph, we lost today, but only to the people of the Eastern Desolation, not to the righteous path of the Central Continent."
Li Yanzhou's face darkened, and he turned to look at Zheng Siqi, threateningly saying:
And you, Zheng Siqi!
This is Central Continent, not your poor, remote eastern Eastern Desolation. Don't cause trouble here!
After saying that, he helped the limp Wang Zechuan up and flew straight away.