Wild cultivation begins with wielding the Taiyin talisman.

"If you've got guts, don't admit defeat!" Lin Ye roared, his expression extremely excited, and threw a punch directly at Ning Che.

Eight streams of blood energy coiled around his arm, condensing into a massive, illusory fist as he moved, which then hurtled towards Ning Che like a cannonball.

This power was intense and violent, far surpassing the strength of a ninth-grade cultivator. Moreover, it was clearly a remarkable spell, with each fist and finger clearly defined, and even the texture of the skin visible.

Ning Che frowned as well. It wasn't just him who was improving; Lin Ye had clearly also made some progress in the past three days. Moreover, given Lin Ye's personality, it was impossible for him to hold back his strength. He would go all out from the start, aiming to crush Ning Che with overwhelming force.

What an arrogant fool!

In a flash, Ning Che raised his Crescent Moon Blade to block in front of him, a layer of pale golden illusory armor plate lit up on his chest, and at the same time changed his breathing.

when--

The fist struck the blade and the golden armor with a resounding clang that echoed throughout the arena. The Crescent Moon Blade was smashed apart by the force, the golden armor shattered, and Ning Che was sent flying backwards towards the edge of the arena like a kite with a broken string!

The violent force of the punch surged into his body through his meridians. Ning Che felt as if he had struck it lucky. His internal organs seemed to have shifted, but under the effect of the Moon Rabbit Breathing Technique, as long as he hadn't been blown apart, he was practically at his peak.

At this level… Ning Che’s expression shifted slightly.

Just before he flew off the ring, he gripped the edge of the ring railing tightly with one hand, used the momentum to twist and flip, and swung his knife down in a backhand strike.

Lin Ye had already pressed forward with the force of his fist, a sinister smile on his face. When he saw the knife coming, he not only did not dodge, but clenched his fist, and eight streams of blood energy surged again, directly confronting the blade!

"You dare fight back? Smash it!"

Another loud bang.

The blade's edge collided with the blood-red fist, and Ning Che felt his tiger's mouth instantly crack open. Warm blood flowed down the hilt of the blade, and he was once again thrown back to the other side by the immense force.

But just as he was flying backwards, Ning Che suddenly opened his mouth.

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point, and a thin layer of white frost condensed on the arena. The steaming blood energy around Lin Ye was frozen and instantly stopped! A pure white sword aura, as cold as frost, burst forth from Ning Che's mouth!

This was the Lung Gold Sword Qi he had cultivated after practicing the Calamity Frost Flower Technique. It had undergone another change and was extremely extraordinary, causing gasps from the audience. Even Yu Congrong took notice.

Even the arrogant Lin Ye changed his expression instantly when he felt the chill in the sword energy that seemed to freeze his soul. He dared not be careless in the slightest. He quickly formed hand seals, and eight streams of blood energy frantically coiled and intertwined in front of him, instantly forming an airtight blood-red cage!

"Trying to hurt me? Eight-Cornered Blood Cage!" Lin Ye shouted the name of the spell, and the blood-red cage closed, intending to completely imprison and refine it the moment the sword energy exploded.

opportunity!

Just as the sword energy crashed into the blood-red cage, Ning Che finally landed on his feet. He planted the Crescent Moon Blade in the ground and retreated more than ten meters amidst the flashing array patterns before finally stopping.

Without hesitation, he unleashed another burst of sword energy and charged forward with his blade.

A gasp of surprise rang out again from below the stage. The intensity of this battle had exceeded everyone's expectations. Even the mountain guardians who had already joined the ranks were mostly at the ninth rank, and they rarely had the opportunity to observe an eighth-rank battle, let alone see it on a stage for selecting new talents.

The octagonal cage was blasted apart, and pale blue to white frost flowed upwards along with the broken blood energy, like thousands of sharp knives, rushing back into the forest.

"ah--!"

Lin Ye let out a piercing scream, his body covered in blood, the pain almost causing him to convulse. He never expected that Ning Che could unleash two such deadly moves, each with power approaching that of an eighth-rank cultivator.

This is the special feature of the Lung Metal Sword Qi. Although it is exhausted and then gone, it can be used more frequently than ordinary killing moves in a short battle.

Ning Che had already rushed in front of Lin Ye, the blade pointing straight at his throat!

"How dare you hurt me?! I'll grind you to dust!"

He roared to the sky, the blood flowing from his wounds steaming, and his blood energy surged once more, much denser than before. The eight streams of blood energy transformed into eight long, blood-red serpents, their jaws gaping wide, as they frantically pounced on Ning Che!

When his blood suddenly began to boil, Ning Che realized something was wrong. He turned and retreated, maneuvering and dodging, causing the eight blood-red snakes to miss their target and crash into the bluestone floor of the arena. They didn't even touch the hem of Ning Che's clothes, only causing the formation to flicker continuously.

"All you do is dodge?! If you've got the guts, fight me head-on!" Lin Ye trembled with rage, frantically channeling his blood energy to pursue Ning Che while cursing loudly. But no matter how fierce his attacks were, Ning Che always managed to dodge them with the slightest distance.

Within a few dozen breaths, Lin Ye's breathing had become heavy, and his once dense and solid blood energy had become even more unstable than before his injury. He finally realized that Ning Che had never intended to fight him head-on from the beginning; he had deliberately rushed over to deplete Lin Ye's strength.

"Despicable scoundrel!" Lin Ye roared, suppressing his bloodlust, and his wounds began to slowly close. Then, he charged forward, ready to fight Ning Che.

Ning Che could clearly sense that Lin Ye's speed had slowed down considerably after he suppressed his blood energy, and his strength was likely the same. So he stopped dodging, adopted the stance of the Thick Earth Blade, and fought him head-on.

The body forged by this evil technique was indeed different, as sturdy as steel. Lin Ye directly clashed with Ning Che's Crescent Moon Blade with his fists, the explosions sounding like a blacksmith's shop, yet Ning Che could do nothing against him.

Although Ning Che only defended and did not attack, Lin Ye did not gain the upper hand.

He didn't know what kind of sword technique this was, but he felt that its defense was extremely tight, without the slightest flaw. Moreover, it was like layers upon layers of mountains, each layer more solid than the last. If he didn't use his blood energy to enhance it, he wouldn't be able to suppress his opponent.

Left with no other choice, he once again wrapped his arms in the blood energy.

But Ning Che took advantage of this gap, and with a quick movement, retreated more than ten meters away, widening the distance between them again.

"You son of a bitch, don't you dare run away!" Lin Ye went completely mad, disregarding everything and casting his spell with all his might. Another blood-red fist shadow came hurtling towards him, much faster than the eight long snakes, and Ning Che couldn't dodge it.

when--

A familiar sound, a familiar being thrown into the air, but this time, both of them knew it wasn't enough.

"Why? I am an eighth-grade cultivator, how could you possibly stop me? Why? How could this be..." Lin Ye let out a roar that was hard to tell whether it was from pain or sorrow. The roar gradually turned into a sob and became inaudible.

Ning Che only saw him kneeling on the arena, tears streaming down his face.

The stadium erupted in uproar, and Ning Che turned his head to look towards the main stands.

Yu Congrong exchanged a meaningful glance with him, then stood up and announced: "First round, first match, Jiazi No. 1, Xing, wins!"