Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

Shen Lian's boxing style is concise and ruthless, with each punch accompanied by the sound of wind breaking. His transitions between offense and defense are marked by a beast-like intuition, clearly indicating that he has practical combat experience.

Wu Yu's boxing style is quite standardized in every move, but its strength lies in its solid foundation. His agility and movement reveal the good foundation he has built since childhood. However, he is slightly reserved and lacks the sharpness to forge ahead.

However, thanks to their solid basic skills, they are not at a disadvantage for the time being.

Chu Yunhe was the most relaxed. He was at ease, even somewhat nonchalant, but his movements were fluid and graceful.

The speed, power, and timing were all perfectly controlled.

Li Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed a surge of energy between Chu Yunhe's fists.

Yin Yuan realm.

He had actually succeeded in drawing the primordial energy of heaven and earth into his body. Although he was only at the initial stage, it was already fundamentally different from the Body Tempering Realm.

The difference in their cultivation levels left his opponent almost powerless to fight back. After a few moves, he easily knocked Chu Yunhe out of the arena with a single palm strike, without even disrupting Chu Yunhe's breathing.

Yu Ling'er also surprised Li Yuan. The girl's movements were agile, like a butterfly flitting among flowers. Her fist techniques seemed light and agile, but every time she exchanged blows with her opponent, a very faint layer of internal energy would be attached to her fist.

It seems she is also at the Qi Refining Realm, and her internal energy attribute leans towards yin and soft.

As for the chubby guy who bribed his way into the spot, after only a few exchanges and a few whispered words, his opponent's offensive clearly faltered, and a few rounds later, he was knocked down by a lucky punch.

Many trainees showed disdain upon seeing this, but Liu Hongyan remained expressionless, as if she hadn't seen it at all.

Zhou Mo's fighting style was the most peculiar. He was not at an advantage in terms of strength or speed, and was initially forced to retreat repeatedly by his opponent.

But after a few moves, everything turned around.

As his opponent threw a straight punch, Zhou Mo seemed to have seen through and predicted its trajectory, narrowly dodging it with a side step, while simultaneously placing a finger precisely under the opponent's ribs.

The opponent grunted and froze abruptly. Zhou Mo seized the opportunity to trip him with a sweeping leg kick and quickly subdue him.

Li Yuan couldn't help but recall his previous self-introduction, in which he stated that his talent was analysis, and he immediately understood.

If he were to face them, what should he do...? Li Yuan couldn't help but ponder this silently.

At this point, most of the battles in the arena were nearing their end.

Wu Yu ultimately lacked practical combat experience. Under Shen Lian's relentless attack, he became flustered and was struck in the shoulder by a heavy punch, staggering backward.

Shen Lian pressed his advantage, delivering a fierce elbow strike that mercilessly slammed into Wu Yu's chest and abdomen. If the blow landed, Wu Yu would surely break several of his ribs.

"call out!"

Just as Shen Lian's elbow was about to touch Wu Yu's clothes, a figure suddenly cut between the two.

It's Li Yuan!

His right hand moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, its five fingers spread wide, and placed on the outside of Shen Lian's elbow, sticking and pulling, causing the fierce force to deflect slightly outward.

At the same time, his left shoulder slightly lowered and gently pushed against Wu Yu's side waist, sending him gently backward.

Shen Lian was startled and looked up abruptly, meeting Li Yuan's calm and unwavering gaze.

"Student Shen, the outcome is already decided, why pursue it?"

Li Yuan loosened his grip and was about to retreat when a fiery light burst forth in Shen Lian's eyes—the excitement of having met a true opponent.

"Since you're here," Shen Lian said in a low voice, his dormant killing intent suddenly surging. He assumed a fighting stance, his gaze fixed intently on Li Yuan, "Then fight me!"

At this point, the other five battle rounds had also been decided.

The winners were Chu Yunhe, Yu Ling'er, Jin Duoduo, Zhou Mo, and a boy named Cheng Zhao.

Everyone stopped and turned their gazes to Shen Lian and Li Yuan, who were facing off in the middle of the arena.

Chu Yunhe crossed his arms, a playful smile playing on his lips.

Liu Hongyan remained standing with her hands behind her back, watching with great interest, showing no intention of stopping her.

"it is good."

Li Yuan raised an eyebrow and made a simple starting stance.

Shen Lian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and with a low roar, he charged straight at Li Yuan like an arrow released from a bow.

The force of his punches was fiercer, faster, and more ruthless than when he fought Wu Yu!

Li Yuan neither dodged nor evaded. Seeing the fist coming right in front of him, he shifted his feet and sidestepped the punch. At the same time, he swiftly slashed at the inside of Shen Lian's wrist with his right hand, fingers pointing like a knife.

The two figures passed each other in an instant, then turned around and started fighting again.

Shen Lian's attacks were fierce and relentless, while Li Yuan's movements were a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, with cunning and ruthless counterattacks that targeted vulnerable points such as joints.

The two fighters had completely different fighting styles, yet both were equally effective, displaying an almost instinctive directness.

The crowd on the sidelines watched with bated breath, realizing that Li Yuan not only possessed extraordinary talent, but also remarkable skills.

"What an exquisite technique for deflecting force!" Yu Ling'er couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"His gait is peculiar; it seems simple, but every movement is in the most suitable position," Zhou Mo analyzed, frowning.

Chu Yunhe's nonchalant expression faded somewhat, and his gaze sharpened slightly.

Wu Yu's mouth dropped open, seemingly in disbelief.

"Alright, stop just watching, round two, begin!"

Liu Hongyan glanced at them and announced in a cold voice.

Everyone snapped out of their daze, looked at each other, and Yu Ling'er smiled and playfully beckoned to Jin Duoduo with her finger.

Chu Yunhe glanced at Zhou Mo and Cheng Zhao, and said arrogantly, "Which of you two will go?"

Zhou Mo was still hesitating when Cheng Zhao took a step back. Zhou Mo looked up in surprise. This man looked honest, but he didn't expect him to be so unruly.

With no other choice, I had to bite the bullet and go out.

Shen Lian became more and more excited as the fight progressed, feeling that his opponent was like a slippery eel, difficult to grasp.

Li Yuan's moves have no fixed pattern, yet he can always deliver the most precise counterattack the instant his move is executed.

This is by no means an academic or family-inherited martial art; rather, it is the purest combat technique summarized from countless life-and-death battles.

"happy!"

Shen Lian let out a long roar, and his fist technique changed again. He no longer pursued defeating the enemy with one blow, but instead, like a storm, it was continuous and enveloped Li Yuan's entire body. On the edge of his fist, there was a faint airflow.

It seems he has already reached the pinnacle of body tempering and is at the half-step stage of Qi Induction.

Li Yuan suddenly felt a surge of pressure, realizing he could no longer simply engage in hit-and-run tactics. When Shen Lian unleashed a powerful punch aimed at his chest, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead drew an arc with his left hand, seemingly slow but actually swift, to meet the attack head-on.

The moment his palm made contact with Shen Lian's fist, his arm muscles twitched and pressed like waves, diverting most of the force to his side.

At the same time, he brought his right index and middle fingers together, and taking advantage of the moment when Shen Lian's fist was deflected and his center gate was slightly open, he struck Shen Lian's chest like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

If this blow lands squarely, even with Shen Lian's strong physique, he will inevitably experience a surge of qi and blood, instantly losing his fighting ability.

A flash of silver light appeared in Shen Lian's eyes. He decisively abandoned his block and used his other fist to strike upwards at Li Yuan's jaw with even greater speed, a move that would result in mutual destruction.

In a split second, both of them made their choices.

Li Yuan's finger, pointing towards his chest, remained in the same direction, but his speed suddenly increased by three points. Shen Lian's fist, aimed at his upper jaw, was equally merciless.