All eyes in the arena were drawn to the two young men facing off on the high platform, curious to see if the boy who had created a miracle three years ago could show such terrifying progress in his mastery of combat skills. On the VIP seats, Xiao Zhan frowned as he watched Xiao Ning challenge Xiao Yan. Although Xiao Yan’s Dou Qi exceeded his expectations, he had never seen Xiao Yan go to the Clan’s Combat Hall to learn from a specialized Combat Master. It was well known that combat skills were different from the basic Dou Qi cultivation; low-rank Yellow Tier combat techniques could be mastered through self-study, but mid- and high-rank Yellow Tier techniques required specific training from the clan’s Combat Masters. However, Xiao Zhan had never heard any of the Clan’s Combat Masters mention that Xiao Yan had come to learn from them. Instead, it was Xiao Ning who frequently visited.
According to Xiao Zhan’s understanding, Xiao Ning, who had reached the eighth stage of Dou Qi this year, had already mastered at least three mid-rank Yellow Tier and one high-rank Yellow Tier combat techniques. These techniques made him nearly unbeatable among his peers, and it seemed that Xiao Yan was at a disadvantage.
“Xiao Clan Leader, do you think Young Master Xiao Yan can win?” asked Yaphira, her eyes fixed on the arena, with a light smile on her face.
Xiao Zhan suppressed his anger at Xiao Ning and smiled faintly, “Yan is not very proficient in combat skills, and he has only just entered the eighth stage of Dou Qi. Facing Xiao Ning, who has been at this level for a year, his chances of winning are not great.”
“Oh, really?” Yaphira’s captivating gaze flickered, and she blinked her long lashes, her beautiful eyes slightly lazy as they looked at the composed black-clad youth in the arena. Her rosy lips curved into a smile, and her beautiful face carried a mature charm, “For some reason, I have complete confidence in Young Master Xiao Yan. I believe he will definitely win.”
Xiao Zhan was taken aback by her confidence and shook his head with a smile, “Then we’ll hope for the best, Miss Yaphira.”
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Staring at Xiao Yan standing casually before him, Xiao Ning let out a cold laugh, slowly clenching his fists. A faint Dou Qi surged through his body, bringing a wave of powerful force. After a moment of silence, Xiao Ning stomped his foot on the ground and rushed straight towards Xiao Yan, who was only a few steps away. As he charged, Xiao Ning’s palms curled slightly, his sharp nails glinting with a cold light.
When he was only half a meter away from Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning suddenly stopped, and his right claw drew a tricky arc, aiming for Xiao Yan’s throat, “Mid-rank Yellow Tier Combat Skill: Claw Rend!”
Xiao Yan calmly raised his hand, uncurling his slightly bent fingers, and unleashed a powerful thrust that blasted out… Under this sudden, massive force, Xiao Ning’s face changed, and his body, as if struck by a heavy hammer, retreated more than ten steps before finally stopping, looking rather disheveled.
On the high platform, Xiao Zhan’s expression was slightly surprised, while Yaphira smiled gracefully, lifting a white jade teacup and taking a small sip, her red lips slightly parting.
“This little guy truly hides his strength,” Yaphira murmured to herself, her lips curving into a charming smile.
“You… What kind of combat skill is that?” Xiao Ning, feeling a bit stifled, rubbed his chest and barked out a question, his face turning grim.
Xiao Yan glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his gaze to his own palm. Although the name “Blow Fire Palm” sounded unpleasant, the powerful thrust it generated was indeed to Xiao Yan’s satisfaction.
Seeing that Xiao Yan ignored him, Xiao Ning’s face twitched. Gritting his teeth in anger, he rushed towards Xiao Yan again.
Xiao Yan, his extended hand still open, squinted his eyes and watched Xiao Ning approach, a cool, slight smile forming on his lips. Suddenly, he clenched his right hand, and a fierce suction force shot out from his palm, “Mysterious Rank Combat Skill: Suction Palm!”
Seeing Xiao Yan clench his hand again, Xiao Ning instinctively dug his feet into the ground, but before the push could arrive, the suction force pulled him forward. His body arced in the air, crashing straight towards Xiao Yan, who wore an enigmatic smile on his face.
Although Xiao Ning was dragged by the suction force, when he saw Xiao Yan getting closer, he couldn’t help but grin wickedly, his Dou Qi quickly condensing in his fist. “Iron Mountain Fist!” With a roar, Xiao Ning’s fist clenched, a sharp wind-cutting energy resonating through the air, and he aimed for Xiao Yan’s shoulder. If hit, Xiao Yan’s arm would surely be severely injured. Clearly, this guy had no intention of holding back from the start.
Iron Mountain Fist, a high-rank Yellow Tier combat technique, was quite powerful and required at least the seventh stage of Dou Qi to master. Sensing the sharp force, Xiao Yan took a deep breath, and the flow of Dou Qi in his body changed abruptly, “Mysterious Rank Combat Skill: Blow Fire Palm!”
As he shouted in his mind, a fierce thrust shot out from Xiao Yan’s palm again.
“Bang!” The air rippled, and an invisible counterforce struck Xiao Ning, who was shooting forward. The combined opposing forces turned his face pale.
“Whoosh.” In the end, the thrust overpowered the suction. After a brief struggle, Xiao Ning was thrown to the ground, sliding over ten meters before finally stopping, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spewed out.
Looking at the crumpled Xiao Ning on the distant ground, and then glancing at the slightly quieted arena, Xiao Yan slowly lowered his hand and exhaled softly, “You lost…”
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