A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Lin Hao's left arm bent at an odd angle and hung limply down.

His vision went black, but he bit his tongue and, with sheer willpower, managed not to faint.

And in the blink of an eye.

That right foot, which held the last of its strength.

The kick landed on Wu Xiong's other, relatively intact, right knee!

Snap! Snap!

Another heart-wrenching sound of bone cracking!

Wu Xiong's right knee was shattered by that kick!

His figure flew backward.

After landing, Wu Xiong's eyes rolled back, and he remained motionless.

Blood spread beneath him, forming a horrifying pool of blood.

Exhausted, Lin Hao staggered backward, barely managing to keep from falling by supporting himself on his right arm.

He was panting heavily, his breath pulling at his wounds and causing excruciating pain.

Only then did the flame that had burned in his eyes for so long gradually die out.

All that's left is a cold, weary feeling.

silence.

There was a deathly silence in the audience.

This was the most brutal battle they had ever seen.

After a while.

Lin Hao gritted his teeth and, supporting himself with his right arm, slowly and laboriously straightened up.

He turned around and walked step by step toward the edge of the ring.

At the same time, clear bloody footprints were left on the bluestone ground.

"Qingyun Sect, Lin Hao, wins!"

The elder who made the announcement had an unusually dry throat, and his voice was even tinged with anger.

Lin Hao's figure became increasingly unsteady.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect had red eyes.

Just as Lin Hao was about to step off the stage, the last breath that had been holding him up finally dissipated.

My vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

"Senior Brother!!"

The disciples of Qingyun Sect rushed onto the arena with exclamations and quickly stuffed several pills into his mouth.

They carefully carried him downstairs and gave him emergency treatment.

On the high platform.

Master Qingyang loosened his clenched fist.

There was no joy on his face, he just sighed inwardly.

The same applies to Master Xuanming.

Although Lin Hao was not a disciple of his Xuantian Sect, this young man's character and sense of responsibility...

He saw it all.

This kid and his disciple Qin Wushuang are almost identical in temperament.

The only ones whose expressions didn't change much were Yunxi and Liu Linglong.

Yunxi just felt a little reluctant.

The chief disciples of various sects seem to enjoy endless glory.

In reality, his every move was being observed by the other disciples.

To sum it up in one sentence, it's a tiring life.

She used to be.

Xie Nantian is the same now.

Especially after Luo Fan revealed his strength, Xie Nantian wished he could squeeze every last bit of training time into his teeth.

It should be understood that the Way cannot be achieved by haste.

Liu Linglong looked at Luo Fan absentmindedly.

She couldn't help but wonder, if she were ever imprisoned, would he risk his life for her?

Given his slippery nature.

She thought, "Probably not!"

Perhaps, he runs faster than anyone else.

After all, a person who knows how to conceal their talents and how to disguise themselves is the one who cherishes their life the most.

However, this is for the best.

Only in this way can one survive to the end.

At that moment, she smiled.

Living is already difficult enough, why add to our troubles?

She has always been carefree.

Always doing whatever he wanted, he almost imprisoned himself in matters of the heart.

As long as he likes it and I like it too, what does it matter if we're not officially partners?

It's all a lie.

On the other side, the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect also rushed onto the arena to check on Wu Xiong's condition.

"Quick! Take him away! Emergency treatment!"

They hurriedly carried Wu Xiong away.

However, he also understood that while he might be able to save his life, his path in martial arts would be essentially severed.

Seeing this, Sikong Jue quietly tightened his right hand.

The armrests of the chair, made of hard ironwood, left deep fingerprints under his fingers!

His eyes swept over Wu Xiong as he was carried away.

He swept past the Qingyun Sect and the Xuantian Sect.

A quick glance at Peach Blossom Temple…

The look in those eyes sent a chill down the spines of the elders who happened to catch a glimpse of it.

On the ring, the blood was quickly cleaned up, and the severed leg was removed.

But the strong smell of blood lingered for a long time.

The presiding elder took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and announced loudly.

"Next match: Xiong Chumo of Peach Blossom Temple versus Duan Qilin of Azure Cloud Sect!"

On the arena.

The two exchanged more than a dozen blows.

Xiong Chumo wielded her Thunderfire Hammer with great force, but she clearly held back.

Duan Qilin no longer used his fist techniques to deal with the situation, but instead summoned a spirit sword.

His swordsmanship is elegant and fluid, focusing on hit-and-run tactics rather than taking the initiative to attack.

She only occasionally launched a counterattack during the gaps in Xiong Chumo's offensive.

Gradually, Xiong Chumo seemed to lose interest.

Her hand movements became somewhat perfunctory, and her eyes kept drifting towards the audience, as if she were daydreaming.

Duan Qilin noticed this, feinted with his sword, retreated, and stood still with his sword sheathed.

"Junior Sister Xiong doesn't seem very interested?"

"Please forgive me, Senior Brother Duan."

Xiong Chumo pursed her lips.

"After watching a few games where everyone was giving it their all, and then watching us, it's like chickens fighting each other – so boring!"

"What my junior sister said is true."

Duan Qilin smiled wryly, "In that case, why don't we settle this with a single move?"

He also found the competition somewhat dull.

"Great! That suits me perfectly!"

The two retreated simultaneously, creating distance between them.

Duan Qilin took a deep breath, sheathed his longsword in front of his chest, and ran his left hand along the blade with his fingers together.

hum-

The sword glowed with a blue light.

Behind him, a phantom of azure clouds appeared, the clouds surged, and the sounds of wind and thunder could be faintly heard from within the clouds.

"Azure Cloud Sword Technique, Cloud Dragon Soars Through the Sky!"

roar--!!!

A lifelike phantom image of a blue dragon appeared!

The azure dragon was three zhang long, carrying the force of wind and thunder, and lunged at Xiong Chumo with bared fangs and claws!

"Senior Brother Duan is getting serious!"

"This move, 'Cloud Dragon Piercing the Sky,' is already an extremely profound technique within the Azure Cloud Sword Art!"

Faced with this incredibly powerful attack, Xiong Chumo's little face turned serious.

She gripped the Thunder and Fire Hammer with both hands, raised it high, and then slammed the hammerhead forward!

"Dual Element of Thunder and Fire, Heaven-Shattering Hammer!"

Boom! ...

A thunderous explosion erupted from the void!

The hammerhead glowed with crimson flame patterns, and purple electric snakes shot out from the hammer.

Thunder and fire, two violent energies intertwined and merged.

next second.

One beam of light was green, the other purple-red; the two beams collided violently.

roar--!!!

The Azure Dragon roared, and the Thunder Hammer thundered!

A terrifying shock swept across the entire arena.

The light lasted for a full three breaths.

Everyone in the audience held their breath.

at last.

The illusory image of the Azure Dragon transformed into countless azure light spots, which were the first to dissipate.

The phantom of the giant thunder and fire hammer dimmed considerably, and the thunder and fire almost completely dissipated.

But it still retains its power.

The blurry hammer shadow continued to rush forward for several feet, crashing towards Duan Qilin!

Duan Qilin's expression changed slightly, and he parried with his sword.

clang!

He was so shaken that he slid back more than ten steps before regaining his balance.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he was not injured.

The aftershocks of the thunder and fire completely dissipated.

"Senior Brother Duan, you flatter me!"

Xiong Chumo, carrying a large hammer on his shoulder, laughed.

"Junior Sister Xiong cultivates both lightning and fire, her power is astonishing. I have lost, and I am completely convinced."

Duan Qilin cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Next match: Lu Qingdai of Peach Blossom Temple versus Luo Jing of Azure Cloud Sect!"

Lu Qingdai, dressed in a light gauze dress, gracefully descended onto the arena.

thereafter.

Luo Jing carried two copper hammers onto the stage.

His robust physique contrasted sharply with Lu Qingdai's slender figure.

Luo Jing smiled憨厚ly and said in a loud voice, "Senior Sister Lu, please give me your guidance."

Lu Qingdai bowed slightly, her voice soft.

"Junior Brother Luo, please."

Luo Jing launched the first attack.

He swung his two hammers, creating a whooshing sound.

Lu Qingdai lightly touched the ground with her toes and floated backward.

Luo Jing missed with his hammer, but he was not discouraged. He stepped forward and alternated between hammering down with both hammers.

Lu Qingdai simply dodged.

With a gentle wave of her hand, small, exquisite blue array flags landed on various parts of the arena.

The battle flags disappeared as soon as they hit the ground, vanishing into the bluestone without a trace.

Luo Jing didn't pay attention at first and focused on chasing after them.

After chasing for a long time, he still couldn't catch a glimpse of Lu Qingdai's clothes.

Luo Jing stopped, somewhat helpless.

"Senior Sister Lu, if you keep dodging like this, how long are we going to keep fighting?"

Lu Qingdai smiled sweetly.

"It's over."

"What?"

Luo Jing was taken aback.

Lu Qingdai then formed a mysterious hand seal in front of her chest.

"Azure Vine Dragon Binding Formation, activate!"

Suddenly, the entire arena floor lit up with dense green array patterns!

The array patterns crisscrossed, forming a huge array pattern!

puff!puff!puff!

Countless green vines broke through the hard bluestone ground and wrapped around Luo Jing's legs!

He was terrified and swung his hammer at it.

clang!

The vine was dented by the impact, but it did not break. Instead, it wrapped around his double hammers.

That wasn't all; even more green vines sprouted from the ground.

In just a few breaths.

His legs and arms were entangled by the layers of green vines.

Finally, he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, with only his head sticking out.

Luo Jing tried to break it apart using his strength.

He discovered that these green vines were exceptionally flexible and could even absorb his spiritual energy.

"Senior Sister Lu, I admit defeat."

Lu Qingdai then waved her hand, dispelling the formation.

At this moment, she felt the same way as Xiong Chumo.

Chickens pecking at each other.

Actually, it's not that they are weak.

However, under the influence of Luo Fan's pills, ordinary opponents are not enough to arouse their interest.

The final match was between Yan Wujiu and Chu Wuyai.

However, Yan Wujiu did not take the stage for a long time.