Minglong

Chapter 214 Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger (1)

The autumn sun hangs over the river, and the sky is clear and blue.

Countless lackeys gathered on the riverbank, and even the riverside boats were filled with busybodies from all over.

Outside the Dragon Worship Platform, all was silent except for the howling autumn wind that whipped up dust from the ground.

Wei Wuyi stood in the center, with a table covered with a red cloth beside him. On the table was a gold plate with a withered vine on it. The vine looked like a dead tree or vine, but it made countless martial artists present envious.

The threshold between heaven and man is the difference between immortals and mortals. Only those who have entered this gate are qualified to talk about longevity and the rise and fall of the world.

If one cannot enter the sect, one's lifespan will not exceed one hundred years, one's position will not exceed that of a sect leader, one's influence will not extend beyond the prefecture, and one's name will not be known beyond the borders. In the eyes of the common people, one may be a skilled individual, but in the eyes of the heroes at the mountain peak, one is merely a fleeting and ephemeral being.

But as Lu Wuzhen said, this world is a Gu altar.

In Danyang alone, there are several first-rank officials, but in the entire Danzhou, there is only one super-rank official, Mu Yunling.

Those with exceptional talent and resilience are everywhere, but resources dictate that only the strongest among them are qualified to enter this gate.

Now the opportunity to break through is right on the stage. Whoever can stand to the end at the confluence of the three rivers can take it away. Which martial artist present is not envious?
Unfortunately, the good stuff shouldn't go to outsiders; right next to Wei Wuyi stood a demon guarding the treasure!
When Wei Yin noticed Xie Jinhuan's arrival, his gaze remained fixed on the figure in white at the sidelines.

The same applies to the seven martial arts masters and the crowd of spectators.

The Seven Heroes of Martial Arts were all martial arts prodigies who rose to their positions through their own abilities, and their eyesight was excellent. They could see just how terrifying the disciple that Wei Wuyi had painstakingly nurtured was.

Putting aside these six people, even if Wei Wuyi were twenty years old, he still wouldn't last ten moves against them; their luck was just too great.

Xie Jinhuan's skills are already impeccable, but the gap in raw strength is too large to be made up for by skills alone. What else can he rely on to win?

Wei Wuyi also harbored doubts. He could see that Xie Jinhuan's cultivation had improved somewhat, and he had achieved a superior realm.

However, his apprentice's skills were also impeccable. Neither of them would make a mistake, so it was a battle of fundamentals. This improvement in cultivation level was not enough to bridge the gap in raw strength.

However, Xie Jinhuan was playing with his pet black eagle with a calm and composed expression, seemingly not taking his opponent seriously at all...

Wei Wuyi sensed that the battle might take an unexpected turn, but he couldn't fathom what that turn might be. After everyone quieted down, he looked around at the crowd:

"The heroine Hua from Qingming Sword Manor is unable to participate in the arena due to important matters within the sect. Therefore, this gathering of heroes will be concluded by my young friend Xie and my humble disciple Wei Yin."

"As you all have seen, my disciple Sheng deserves to be called the 'strongest martial artist below the super grade'; while Xie Xiaoyou Sheng, the title of the number one person after the Martial Ancestor, will probably change hands in a few decades."

The Seven Heroes of Martial Arts had no objection to this. After all, Ye Sheng was only human, and at most he could only fight Xie Jinhuan to a draw. Wei Yin, on the other hand, had been nurtured by the divine gift of the Supervisor of Soldiers since childhood and had sparred with Wei Wuyi, the strongest martial artist in the Great Qian Dynasty. His opportunities were so strong that they were despairing. Even if Ye Sheng came, he would have to shrug. If Xie Jinhuan could defeat him, Ye Sheng would definitely have to step down and give way to the worthy.

Everyone remained silent, simply waiting for the sparring to begin.

Many of the ladies present were even a little apprehensive, after all, Xie Jinhuan was incredibly handsome and had performed so well yesterday. If he were to be knocked down with a single punch, it would be such a disgrace to his image...

The sisters, Nangong Ye and Bu Yuehua, also hid in the crowd and watched, a hint of nervousness in their eyes.

As the host, Wei Yin leaped off the Dragon Offering Platform with his bare hands, arrived at the center of the venue, cupped his hands in greeting to the four directions, and then looked at Xie Jinhuan.

"Gooji!"

Coal Ball, waiting for its meal, raised its wings and flapped them at Ah Huan a few times, as if to say—"Give him a beating!"
Xie Jinhuan didn't waste any time. Under everyone's gaze, he stood up, took off the two weapons from his waist, placed them on the chair, and walked into the yellow earth field wearing only a white robe.

"Om..."

The surrounding sect leaders were immediately in an uproar upon seeing this.

Even the Seven Heroes of Martial Arts sat up straighter, their eyes filled with surprise.

Although Xie Jinhuan used the same tactics as his opponent yesterday, winning by striking at their heart and gaining no advantage whatsoever, it was still a situation where he had the upper hand.

At this point, the opponent was clearly so lucky that he was shameless. Even with weapons, he might not be able to win, yet he chose to fight unarmed. Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Wei Yin, dressed in a black robe, stood in the autumn wind, his eyes wide with surprise upon seeing this scene:
"My fists are heavy, Brother Xie, are you sure you don't want to use a weapon?"

Tread...  

Xie Jinhuan walked to the center of the battlefield, scarred by countless battles, his expression remarkably calm:
"At first I used spears and clubs, taking advantage of their length; later I switched to swords and knives, using techniques to defeat my enemies; and then I stopped caring about weapons, using flying flowers and twisted leaves to injure people. Brother Wei, it doesn't matter whether I use weapons or not, it's just that I can win faster with weapons."

"Oh..."

Countless martial arts practitioners around had witnessed Xie Jinhuan's youthful arrogance yesterday, but this arrogance was indeed a bit too much. While they were still thinking about how Xie Jinhuan would win, Xie Jinhuan never considered that he would lose.

Wei Yin hadn't expected Xie Jinhuan to be this arrogant. Martial artists speak with their fists, so he didn't waste any more words, letting his hands hang naturally at his sides. Then:

Call ~
The energy emanated from his body, stirring up the surrounding dust and black brocade robes.

A chilling, murderous aura spread out, and coupled with the sharp, tiger-like eyes, it looked as if a ferocious white tiger, brimming with murderous intent, had suddenly appeared on the riverbank, even startling away the birds flying in the distance.
"Gah—Gah—"

……

The White Tiger is the god of war, embodying killing intent. This aura is the purest, most powerful, and indomitable spirit of a martial artist, capable of repelling demons and ghosts, and possessing an overwhelming and irresistible deterrent force even to ordinary people. Faced with this terrifying killing intent, those around felt its sharp edge reach right to their brows, much like ordinary people facing the roar of a tiger or lion. An ancient fear surged from the depths of their souls, and even if they managed not to retreat, their hearts still trembled uncontrollably.

Xie Jinhuan was directly in front of him, and an unavoidable palpitation welled up in his heart.

But perhaps because he had seen something even more terrifying before and was used to it, his body did not show any abnormality. He calmly slid his feet away and assumed a wide and powerful boxing stance, his body as immovable as a dragon.

Tap tap~
As the two sides stood still, the entire riverbank fell into a deathly silence.

The leaders of each sect held their breath, and even the Seven Heroes of Martial Arts subconsciously leaned forward, observing the two with serious eyes, wanting to see how many punches Xie Jinhuan could withstand.

But what happened next was both unexpected and yet perfectly logical.

Step, step...

Wei Yin strode forward like thunder. After taking three steps, his figure transformed into a streak of black lightning. His eyes locked onto Xie Jinhuan's figure, like a ferocious tiger pouncing on a lamb to the slaughter. When the distance was less than ten feet, he lunged forward.
"drink!"

Boom——

A circular wave of earth was left on the loess ground, and the countless onlookers could only see a black line shooting forward!
Once it was clear, a punch as heavy as a battering ram, carrying a terrifying killing intent, struck Xie Jinhuan's center:

Poof——

The force of the punch was like the roar of a tiger in the mountains, so powerful it was suffocating.

Faced with such a violent attack, Xie Jinhuan simply blocked with his left hand and threw a punch with his right.

Wei Yin's physical strength had surpassed that of ordinary demon beasts, but his technique was not sloppy. He intercepted and attacked Xie Jinhuan, clashing with him in almost the same way!

bang——

A powerful punch landed first on the left hand!

Xie Jinhuan's left robe was instantly torn to pieces, and the powerful force of the inhuman punch sent ripples through his muscular arm, which then spread to his right arm.

At that moment, a powerful punch landed squarely on Wei Yin's left hand, and the result was:
Boom——

Two powerful punches landed one after the other on Wei Yin's raised palm!

Even though Wei Yin had anticipated this, his left hand still slammed into the muscular chest with the force of a thunderbolt. The black robe on his chest ripped open, and the fabric of his vest was pierced through by the force of the punch, creating a hole the size of a washbasin!
Bang!
With a ripping sound, Wei Yin was thrown backward and flew into the yellow earth, creating three craters as if he had skipped a stone.

bang bang bang-

But in the instant the force of his punch diminished, Wei Yin had already switched to sliding backwards on both feet, digging one hand into the loess soil and creating a long groove, a hint of surprise appearing in his tiger-like eyes.

rustling...

The flying yellow dust, like a torrential rain, poured onto the ground between the two.

The surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar. Even Nangong Ye and Bu Yuehua looked on in disbelief, never expecting that Wei Yin, who was comparable to a war god yesterday, could be blasted away in a single exchange, a process even cleaner and more efficient than Bao Xiaolin's.

Even the seven martial arts masters seated above looked surprised.

Of all the onlookers, only the coal ball, which swayed in the wind, remained calm and composed.

After all, Xie Jinhuan only feared 'one force can overcome ten techniques'. As for the rest, even if they were as strong as gods, as long as Panlong Henggang could stand and fight, and as long as Tilong Wujiu could withstand the attack, he could win!
The "Tilong Wujiu" technique is a culmination of inner martial arts, allowing for both offense and defense by using the opponent's strength against them. However, it has its limits. If the opponent's burst of power exceeds one's own, it will naturally exceed the limits of one's Qi and Blood. Using the opponent's strength against them will inevitably damage one's own Qi and Blood. If the difference is too great, one's body can be directly destroyed.

Wei Yin's burst of power surpassed Xie Jinhuan's, so taking such a blow would inevitably result in injury, but he was ultimately able to withstand it!
Wei Yin was punched in the chest by two fists, the force of the punches passing through his body and even punching a hole in his back. He couldn't possibly be any better off than Xie Jinhuan.

If Wei Yin's skill level was limited to this, Xie Jinhuan could have worn him down with just one move by exchanging punches like this.

Unfortunately, Wei Yin was Wei Wuyi's apprentice, and his training was not limited to physical conditioning without also honing his skills.

After the punch, both men stopped and the noise quickly subsided.

The martial arts masters present noticed that Xie Jinhuan's skills had improved somewhat and that he seemed capable of fighting. They all perked up, knowing that a fierce battle was about to begin.

"call……"

Wei Yin braced himself with one hand on the ground like a crouching tiger, a dark red fist mark appearing on his chest. His eyes showed no surprise, only a hint of excitement at a worthy opponent. After staring at Xie Jinhuan for a moment, he slowly stood up.

"Among all my peers present, only Brother Xie is worthy of being my opponent. However, this move alone is not enough."

Call ~
As he spoke, Wei Yin gathered his energy, and an invisible ball of energy appeared and disappeared within three inches of his body. If the drifting sand and dust had not momentarily frozen and continued to fall, it would have been impossible to see with the naked eye.

Upon seeing this scene, Nangong Ye frowned, and his initial joy vanished instantly.
"Dragon's breath without form?"

Bu Yuehua's gaze was solemn, and she nodded slightly:

"The supervisor has already given us divine gifts, how could he not teach us such a trump card? Xie Jinhuan can receive the attack, but he can't break through it. This match is in jeopardy."
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Two more chapters will be posted later. I haven't finished writing them yet. This chapter hasn't been polished. I'm posting it now!

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