Star Martial Soaring Cloud

Wang Xiao stood on the ring, his eyes changed, becoming deep and focused.

His pupils contracted slightly as his gaze locked onto the eighteen slowly rotating weapons surrounding Yun Yi. His brain was racing, analyzing the characteristics of each weapon, the meaning of each beam of light, and every possible angle of attack.

Thoughts vanish in an instant, and the battle in the arena reignites!

"Slap slap slap—!"

A sharp and rapid sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out, and among the five physical weapons, the Black Gold Thunder Whip was the first to attack!

The sound didn't sound like a whip cracking in the air, but more like raindrops falling on a calm lake.

The moment the sound faded, a ripple spread across the sky—not water, but the air itself, caused by some force tearing it apart.

In the very center of the ripples, dazzling golden lightning flowers quietly exploded along the trajectory.

Those lightning flowers were so beautiful they seemed otherworldly, with petals layered upon each other, each petal formed from pure lightning power, shimmering with golden light.

They unleash terrifying destructive power the moment they bloom.

"That's a whip attack!" someone exclaimed.

"These golden thunder flowers are so beautiful!"

The power of the whip was so great that it actually made flowers bloom in the void.

Wang Xiao had no time to appreciate the beauty of those golden lightning flowers, because more sounds of air being torn apart followed closely behind, like a torrential downpour, densely attacking him.

The sound of the atmosphere being torn apart rang out one after another, like hundreds of venomous snakes simultaneously flicking their tongues.

Wang Xiao moved swiftly and agilely around the field.

His speed was astonishing; each movement left a long afterimage.

The afterimage even retained his posture and expression from the previous moment, as if several Wang Xiaos were standing on the arena at the same time.

But that invisible whip is just as fast.

Wherever the whip passed, the afterimages left by Wang Xiao were struck one by one, and the golden lightning flowers exploded on the afterimages, shattering those illusory shadows into dust.

"You think you can dodge it? How naive! Rain of swords, fall!"

Yun Yi's voice came from between the whip's shadows, carrying a sense of complete control.

After the whip dance came the rain of swords.

Yun Yi swung his right hand through the air!

The swords surrounding him suddenly trembled, their blades shaking violently and emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, the sword transformed into countless sword beams that shot into the sky.

In an instant, the killing intent surged between heaven and earth, and a chilling sword intent enveloped the surrounding area!

That murderous aura wasn't an illusory feeling; it was something you could actually feel.

The air turned icy cold, and the spectators unconsciously shrank their necks, feeling a chill creeping up their spines.

Countless sword beams, as thick as buckets, shot into the sky, like a great river hanging upside down, sweeping up into the clouds.

Each sword beam emitted a terrifyingly cold light, radiating endless killing intent.

They weren't fired randomly, but transformed into a boundless sword domain, enveloping all of Wang Xiao's dodging space!

Even from afar, the spectators could feel the chilling and terrifying killing intent of the sword, as if they would be torn apart by the sword light at any moment.

If this is the case even for those outside the arena, imagine what it must be like for Wang Xiao, who is right in the middle of the storm of swords.

As a barrage of deadly swords rained down, Wang Xiao did not retreat or dodge. Instead, he faced the rain of swords head-on, slightly turning in mid-air and sweeping out with his right leg, his posture calm and domineering.

"Perfect, I'll use your supernatural abilities to practice today!"

True Dragon Fighting Technique.

Since learning this deadly technique, Wang Xiao has never actually used it in real combat.

It's not that I don't want to use it, but I haven't encountered the right opportunity yet.

Today, it can finally happen.

He also wanted to know just how powerful this sacred art was.

"Awooo—!!!"

A deafening roar of a true dragon erupted from Wang Xiao's sweeping right leg!

The voice seemed to come from the primordial wilderness, carrying a vast, primitive, and irresistible pressure.

The shockwave caused the dark clouds in the sky to part and create several gaps.

Golden light shone brightly, and the dragon's might was overwhelming!

A majestic, shimmering, and awe-inspiring golden dragon phantom burst forth from the wall.

With its head held high, horns prominent, eyes like torches, claws like hooks, and body coiled, the boundless and domineering dragon aura swept across the four directions, carrying the supreme majesty of the king of all beasts, and fiercely crashing into the rain of swords!

"Boom!"

A series of explosions resounded above the arena, blindingly bright and sending shockwaves soaring into the sky.

It's hard to say that the sword light came from above; it was more like a giant dragon deliberately crushing the rain of swords.

Under the dragon's onslaught, the rain of swords was shattered and annihilated, like fragile pieces of paper encountering real fire.

A few breaths later, the rain of swords in the sky completely dissipated.

"That strong?"

Wang Xiao looked down at his right leg, a hint of surprise on his face.

He knew that the True Dragon Fighting Technique was very powerful, and it was the top killing technique of the dragon race, but he did not expect it to be so powerful!

In ancient times, birds and beasts dominated the world. All the martial arts and fighting techniques of later generations were derived from the various forms of these mythical creatures.

This is the origin of countless battles and conquests.

But where did the methods for depicting birds and beasts come from?

Of course, it was bestowed by the supreme of all beasts—the true dragon.

The so-called battle between true dragons is the origin of all laws and can evolve into all kinds of attacks and battles in the world!

"What kind of supernatural power is Lu Yang using?" someone asked, eyes wide, from below the arena.

"It's not supernatural power." The one who answered him was a middle-aged man who looked quite knowledgeable. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of shock. "This is not supernatural power; it's pure physical strength."

"Huh?" The questioner's mouth dropped open. "This isn't supernatural power? That golden, glittering dragon... wasn't it just a manifestation of supernatural power?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, his voice trembling slightly. "Supernatural powers require borrowing the energy of heaven and earth to mobilize external forces for attacks. But if you look closely at Lu Yang's attacks—every time he makes a move, the power bursts out from his own body, exerting force entirely from within. This isn't borrowing the power of heaven and earth; it's a phenomenon manifested from within after the body's strength has reached a certain extreme."

"A pure physical body manifesting as a true dragon? How is that possible!" Several people exclaimed in disbelief.

"That's terrifying..."

"His flesh and bones alone are comparable to top-tier supernatural powers!"

The moment the dragon appeared, an ancient and overwhelming battle intent swept across the entire area, causing countless cultivators to tremble, their legs to go weak, and an impulse to bow down and kneel involuntarily arose in their hearts.

That's something that willpower can't resist; it's an overwhelming force from the very level of life itself, like a rabbit encountering a tiger, or a sparrow encountering an eagle—it's inherently suppressed.

On the arena, Yun Yi's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and his eyes blazed with killing intent.

"You mere phantom body, how dare you be so insolent before me? Strike!"

At his command, the void trembled!

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky parted, and hundreds, even thousands, of swords emerged from the clouds.

Each sword is a meter long, with a straight blade and a sharp edge. It is covered with domineering lightning and emits terrifying sword light. They are densely packed together, blotting out the sky.

The knives were not still; they were trembling slightly, emitting a buzzing sound, as if they couldn't wait to taste the fresh blood.

Yun Yi pressed his right hand down.

A thousand blades fell simultaneously, carrying the power to split mountains and cleave rivers.

Wang Xiao looked up at the sky filled with sword shadows, his gaze calm, and suddenly his right arm swept upwards in the air.

"rise."

The golden dragon, which had been hovering in the void, roamed the sky, growing several sizes larger than before, with denser scales and a more dazzling light.

It hovered in the air, opened its huge dragon mouth, and swallowed all the sword shadows in the sky!

It's not about smashing or blocking, but about swallowing; the knife is bitten, swallowed, and digested piece by piece.

The moment the dragon's mouth closed, all the blades exploded inside its belly, producing a series of muffled explosions.

The lightning dissipated, the sword's momentum vanished, and the supreme dragon shadow slowly receded, restoring clarity to the void once more.

The two attacked each other, seemingly evenly matched, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wang Xiao could break through two moves with a single strike.

Sword rain shattered, blade array swallowed.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the field, his left hand behind his back, the lightning around him growing increasingly violent, his sharp eyes fixed on Wang Xiao, his gaze piercing and his anger soaring.

"You managed to break two of my moves, so you do have some skill. Now, let's see how you break them again! Heaven-Opening Axe, Strike!"

Yun Yi roared loudly, his voice echoing throughout the heavens and earth, shaking the sky!

A giant golden thunder axe, hundreds of feet long, was formed from the void. Its blade was thick and its handle was sturdy. It was wrapped in purple lightning and exuded a terrifying aura.

The giant axe was raised high, its blade aimed at Wang Xiao below.

It's like the world is about to be created.

This is a terrifying supernatural power, dazzling in its light and overwhelming in its might.

The moment the axe blade fell, the void trembled, as if it could truly be cleaved in two by this axe.

An invisible sense of oppression poured down from the giant axe, causing dense cracks to appear on the stone slabs of the arena, and the protective array patterns at the edge of the arena emitted a piercing scream.

That was a signal that the array was about to exceed its limit.

Faced with this seemingly insurmountable attack, Wang Xiao suddenly spread his arms wide, like a dragon stretching out its five claws.

In an instant, his arms shimmered with light, and wherever the light touched, divine radiance grew from beneath his skin.

Endless divine light rose up, swirling and swirling, before suddenly shattering into countless tiny points.

Those tiny dots danced, spun, and expanded in front of Wang Xiao, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into countless small dragons.

Thousands of miniature dragons, swirling and dancing, densely packed and layered, coiled around the hundred-foot-tall giant axe!

Layer by layer, it crumbled and dissolved step by step.

Boom—!

A deafening roar erupted, shaking everyone to their core.

That seemingly unsolvable giant axe was actually dismantled and devoured by countless small dragons, its immense power dissipating into nothingness!

The breathtaking scene left everyone in the audience breathless and deeply shaken.

Above the sky, swords rained down, giant axes swept across the heavens, and true dragons coiled around, creating an explosive and thrilling battle of offense and defense, with every move captivating the heart.

"Don't think you're the only one who can do that! Your gun moves like a dragon!"

Yun Yi's voice came from the other end of the arena, this time with a hint of gritted teeth.

Among the weapons around him, the solid spear suddenly flew out.

With a tremor, countless golden lightning spears materialized in mid-air, each spear shadow like a silver lightning bolt, weaving together a terrifying net in the void.

Under Yun Yi's guidance, the shadows of guns flashed like dragons and rainbows, one after another, endlessly, dazzling the sky.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!

Countless sharp sounds of wind breaking intertwined, like thousands of arrows leaving the bow at the same time. Gun shadows filled the sky and lightning flashed everywhere, frantically attacking Wang Xiao!

Wang Xiao's gaze remained calm. He had already verified the power of the True Dragon Fighting Technique in his heart, and knew that this ancient masterpiece truly lived up to its name as the origin of all arts.

He didn't want to continue using it.

It's not that it can't be used, but that it's unnecessary.

Because he was certain that Yun Yi, ranked thirtieth, was no match for him.

No matter what, you have to save face for the other party.

Moreover, he also wanted to know just how much his physical body could withstand.

He abandoned his extreme offensive techniques, spread his feet apart, squatted slightly, clenched his fists, and assumed the most simple and unadorned fighting stance.

Then, he charged forward, facing the thousands of spears.

Without dodging or blocking, he charged straight into the shadow of spears, using his unparalleled physical body to confront the dragon of spears that filled the sky!

"What is he going to do?!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

"He's gone mad! He's gone mad!"

"Those were spear shadows formed from condensed golden lightning! Each one was powerful enough to pierce gold and shatter stone! He tried to withstand them with his bare body?"

But Wang Xiao had already rushed in.

The first gunshot struck his shoulder.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the gun shattered the moment it touched his shoulder, dissipating into countless points of light.

"This is insane! Just who is this Lu Yang?"

"How can his physical body be so powerful! That's a spear shadow formed from golden lightning! It's not an ordinary weapon!"

"To be able to fight on equal terms with Young Master Yun Yi, who unleashed his supernatural powers, and even take the initiative to attack... I'm truly impressed that someone like that is admitted to Jixia Academy!"

"The gunfire has stopped, what happened?"

The myriad golden thunder spear dragons, carrying destructive power, all stopped three inches in front of Wang Xiao, unable to advance even an inch further.

The wind and thunder ceased, and the offensive froze.

Yun Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those gun shadows were not physical weapons, but extensions of his will.

Every spear shadow was controlled by his will; wherever he wanted them to pierce, they pierced.

But now, those gun shadows seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. No matter how much he urged his will, he could not make them advance even an inch.

The gunshots weren't blocked, but rather "fixed" by Wang Xiao's physical strength. His body released a powerful force field that made it impossible for any gunshots that approached him to move an inch.

Wang Xiao used his powerful physical strength and mental strength to withstand Yun Yi's spear formation.

His gaze pierced through the barrage of spear shadows and locked onto Yun Yi behind the spear formation.

The two men faced off through the stagnant gunfire.

At this moment, it is no longer a clash of strength, but a contest of martial will!

Two powerful wills collided, pulled, and resisted wildly in the void, and an invisible pressure swept in all directions, making countless spectators feel suffocated and oppressed.

Yun Yi's face was a little pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The eighteen martial arts skills and supernatural abilities consume a great deal of spiritual energy, especially when using multiple weapons at the same time.

He had already used five weapons in succession—whip, sword, knife, axe, and spear—and his mental energy had reached a critical point.

The gun shadows hovering in front of Wang Xiao began to tremble slightly, no longer as stable as before.

Wang Xiao knew that the opportunity had arrived.

He flashed, leaving an afterimage in place, while his real body passed through the stagnant gun formation.

Yun Yi was shocked and instinctively tried to activate other weapons to stop him, but his willpower could no longer keep up with Wang Xiao's speed.

A foot landed on his right shoulder.

The foot wasn't heavy; it felt light and airy, like a fallen leaf.

But for Yun Yi, those weren't fallen leaves; they were a mountain.

An immense, mountain-like pressure instantly descended, firmly suppressing Yun Yi's body, causing his spiritual energy to stagnate and his supernatural powers to be obstructed.

Wang Xiao leaned slightly forward, her smile gentle yet sharp: "For the sake of so-called face, you're stubbornly clinging to a one-handed fight, unwilling to use your full strength. Is face really more important than winning or losing?"

He knew very well that to break this deadlock, Yun Yi had to use his left hand.

Although the outcome of this battle will not change, there is still room for maneuver.

Yun Yi's cheeks flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and blood vessels in his neck bulged out like earthworms. His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

He was furious and agitated, and he did his best to mobilize the power of his two souls and frantically resist with the blood and qi throughout his body.

But the kick that Wang Xiao placed on his shoulder felt like an ancient mountain pressing down on him, so heavy that his bones hummed and his blood stagnated, making it impossible for him to concentrate on unleashing his eighteen martial arts skills. His offensive was completely locked down.

"It's none of your business to tell me what to do!"

These words were squeezed out from between his teeth, each one carrying the taste of blood.

"Yeah?"

Wang Xiao's smile deepened, and he increased the force of his foot again, switching feet to stomp!

Click—!

Yun Yi's body suddenly sank downwards, and the meteorite ground beneath his feet emitted a piercing cracking sound, with cracks spreading in all directions from the soles of his feet.

The arena floor, which was incredibly hard and could withstand the bombardment of supernatural powers, cracked open with dense spiderweb-like fissures, and layers of rubble rose up!

His legs were trembling, his knees were almost bent to the ground, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.

"I'll give you eighteen kicks in return!"

As Wang Xiao's voice settled, he took a series of consecutive steps!

With each step Yun Yi took, his body sank a little further!

dong dong dong——!

The heavy thuds of footsteps continued incessantly, causing the arena to tremble.

Everyone witnessed an extremely shocking scene: the incomparably powerful Yun Yi was being stomped into the arena by Wang Xiao, sinking deeper and deeper into the gravel ground like a rice seedling being planted!

puff--!

Yun Yi could no longer withstand such extreme pressure. A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over the ground!

"Click—"

The sound of bone cracking rang out, crisp and piercing.

Yun Yi completely abandoned his defense; he was going to make a desperate attack.

At the same time, the thousands of golden lightning spear shadows that Wang Xiao had dodged and left lingering in the void transformed into a long dragon, roaring and howling, and crashed into Wang Xiao from behind.

This was Yun Yi's final counterattack, which was sudden and extremely fast!

Wang Xiao sensed a threat behind him.

He could have hidden, but he didn't.

"Sigh, I still have to rely on myself." He sighed helplessly, his body being thrown backwards by the force of the gun dragon.

During the backward flight, he bit his lip, and a bloody taste filled his mouth.

Upon landing, Wang Xiao deliberately swayed a few steps, even staggering, before barely managing to stand still.

Then, he took a deep breath, straightened his back, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a calm and steady voice that resonated throughout the surrounding area: "Thank you for the concession; I won by a narrow margin!"

On the other side, there was complete silence.

It was all because of Yunyi, who was ranked thirtieth.

The direct descendant of the Yun family is a genius.

A powerful individual with two souls in one body.

A successor of the eighteen martial arts.

He was forcefully knocked into the ground and passed out.