Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 294 Simple and neat
The sleeves of his clothes were torn apart inch by inch, revealing his forearms with bulging veins. Fine beads of blood were seeping out from under his skin, clearly caused by the rupture of capillaries by pure force.

"boom!"

The snow waves exploded like a raging tide.

Zhao Wujiu slid back three zhang, the iron nails on the soles of his boots carving two spark-filled furrows into the black stone.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, but he saw Xu Yunfan's blood surging, his momentum surging like a tiger chasing after him through the snow. His mace attack changed from a chopping motion to a sweeping motion, and the Dragon Tail Swing of the Nine Profound Dragon Mace Technique was a smooth and flowing change of move.

Although the Nine Profound Dragon-Slaying Mace Technique at its perfected state is not as high-ranking as the Eight Desolate Dragon-Falling Mace Technique, it still possesses incredible power.

Where the crimson mace flashed, the snow churned up like a plow, and the intense heat of the flames tore a scorched crack more than ten feet long in the snow.

The intense internal energy generated by the Pure Yang Qi Gong, along with the surging blood and qi, instantly vaporized the accumulated snow!
Xu Yunfan's spine was connected segment by segment, and the unique, resonant sound of jade bones from his joints, characteristic of the Yi Jing Marrow Cleansing Exercise, burst forth.

Each muscle is like fine steel that has been forged hundreds of times, displaying a flowing metallic sheen when exerting force.

Xu Yunfan paid no heed to Zhao Wujiu's deadly attack, aiming his poisoned dagger at Xu's Tanzhong acupoint, and continued to swing his heavy mace.
I'll see if you don't die!

Even if he were the sect leader's second-in-command on the arena, he would have no complaints if he were beaten to death.

Zhao Wujiu hardened his heart and, disregarding everything, slashed through the air with a sharp screech, piercing Xu Yunfan's robe before abruptly stopping, followed by a sudden clang of metal against metal.

His pupils dilated as he stared at the glint of dark gold peeking through the hole in his ripped robe.

"God Armor?!"

Before the flying snowflakes could even land, they were vaporized into white mist by the two people's blood and qi.

The ancient bronze bell at the edge of the arena was affected by the shockwave and spontaneously trembled, emitting a muffled hum.

On the high platform, Li Zhi paused in stroking the wooden sword, and sneered, "You've got plenty of brute force."

Bi Yuan smiled without saying a word, but his gaze drifted towards Chu Cangming on the eaves.

The eldest disciple remained with his eyes closed and sword in hand, seemingly uninterested in the fierce battle on the arena.

He felt a slight disappointment in his heart. He had always wanted to help Chu Cangming break free from the shackles of the Dao Sect, but he hadn't expected the other party to become more and more entangled.

At the critical moment, Zhao Wujiu barely managed to block a powerful blow from a divine weapon. His face turned deathly pale, and he staggered to steady himself, his breath extremely weak.

The next instant, he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist.

The blood mist touched the dagger and transformed into dozens of shimmering blue poisonous threads, which coiled around Xu Yunfan like a spider web.

"Mysterious Poison Binding Spirit Silk?"

Someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise, "Zhao Wujiu has actually mastered a forbidden technique!"

With the revival of the primordial energy of heaven and earth, the secret technique passed down for two thousand years naturally had the possibility of being restarted. However, no one expected that Zhao Wujiu would actually master such a technique.

Yutuo Peak is arguably the only sect in the Daoist sect that practices poison.

Xu Yunfan's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly activated the "Lin" technique, his body flashing like a fish through the gaps in the poisonous threads.

The poisonous threads brushed against the corner of the garment, instantly corroding the fabric into ash.

Xu Yunfan remained calm and showed no sign of panic. Having practiced the Lin Word Technique for a long time, he still possessed astonishing judgment even without entering the Lin Word state.

He slammed his Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace into the ground, and a wisp of pure Yang energy burst forth once more, with a crimson halo emanating from the mace's tail.

Wherever the halo passed, the poisonous threads snapped.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he moved closer, his left hand forming the Heavenly Cicada Finger Technique, and pointed a finger at Zhao Wujiu's Tanzhong acupoint.

Zhao Wujiu hurriedly leaned back, only to see Xu Yunfan's right hand, the red mace, sweeping towards him.

"boom!"

Zhao Wujiu flew off the stage like a broken sack and crashed heavily into a snowdrift.

A moment of silence fell over the arena, followed by an uproar. Cui Yu, expressionless, struck the bronze bell: "First round, Xu Yunfan wins, Yu Tuo Feng Daozi and Zhao Wujiu lose."

The wind and snow intensified, and Zhao Wujiu, who had completely lost consciousness, was hurriedly carried away to see if there was any possibility of treatment.

Suddenly, a soft voice rang out from the southeast corner: "Zhou Ziling of Yuheng Peak, I'd like to learn from Junior Brother Xu's superior skills!"

A young man carrying seven short swords leaped onto the arena. The sword case popped open with a "click," and the seven swords hung behind him like a peacock spreading its tail.

"Junior Brother Xu, be careful..."

Zhou Ziling smiled, "My 'Seven Star Soul-Locking Sword Formation' was just completed with the help of the revitalized spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is specifically designed to counter physical martial arts."

Xu Yunfan shook his numb right arm, then picked up one of the ginseng roots he had hidden in his mouth and slowly chewed it.

Zhao Wujiu's strength was indeed impressive. He was even on par with the true disciples of the other five top sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His poisonous silk was a calculated move that caught many people off guard. Of course, it's a pity that he was still a bit inferior to Zhao Wujiu.

He suddenly remembered the key points of the "Slaying Yue Sword" manual he had read in the Langhuan Library. Although he hadn't practiced it, there were always commonalities among weapons...

Xu Yunfan glanced at the proficiency indicator that appeared in his field of vision and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Fighting gives you less proficiency than practicing your skills, so fighting these people is a complete waste of time.

"please."

He stood with his mace held horizontally, and the pure yang energy that had been restored quietly seeped into the mace.

A single ginseng root can keep him in peak condition for a considerable period of time.

The few ginseng roots he held under his tongue were just for safety; Xu Yunfan naturally didn't want to use brute force when there was something else to do.

With a flick of his sword finger, Zhou Ziling unleashed a burst of energy. Guided by his fingertip, the seven swords fell like meteors, piercing seven vital points on Xu Yunfan's body.

This scene, resembling the technique of wielding a sword, naturally drew gasps of surprise from many Daoist disciples.

However, some people clearly saw that Zhou Ziling was just using a trick, and that his skill was far from the true art of sword control.

"Senior Brother Zhou, the sword is flying too slowly."

Xu Yunfan neither dodged nor evaded, but swung his red mace in a full circle, using the mace as a substitute for a sword, and unleashing the "Mountain-Slaying" technique!
"clang!"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, the three short swords shattered on the spot.

Zhou Ziling's expression changed drastically. He pulled his hands back and saw that there were extremely imperceptible threads moving at his fingertips. The remaining four swords hurriedly returned to defense, but Xu Yunfan took a step forward, his figure stirring up wind and thunder. His left palm, wrapped with the power of the Crimson Dragon Coiling Mountain, struck the core of the sword box.

"break!"

With a soft shout, his palm strike exploded like a furnace, and the remaining four swords fell to the ground with mournful cries.

Zhou Ziling's face turned pale, and he staggered backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent. He naturally understood that the sword formation he had painstakingly practiced according to the sword control method from two thousand years ago was too much of a show for a truly powerful opponent.

However, this technique is amazing enough to outsiders. If the spiritual energy of heaven and earth truly recovers for a long enough time, it may be possible to break free from the threads and truly control the sword.

"I surrender."

Zhou Ziling shook his head, took the seven short swords with both hands, and quickly stepped off the stage. His face showed no sign of dejection, but rather a hint of joy. Without even glancing at the stage, he hurried back to Yuheng Peak.

On the high platform, a glint flashed in Cui Yu's eyes.

Chu Cangming opened his eyes at that moment, his gaze piercing the arena like a sword.

In two consecutive matches, Xu Yunfan won decisively.

Zhao Wujiu of Xuanxiao Peak was struck by a mace and his life was in danger. Zhou Ziling of Yuheng Peak had three of his Seven Star Soul Locking Sword Formation broken, forcing him to admit defeat.

(More to come later)

(End of this chapter)