Divine Seal: Fire Kirin Fly Template, shattering the Demon God Pillar!

Chapter 23: Before crossing the river, strike in the middle!
"Come again!"

Long Haochen struggled to his feet and charged again!

"boom!"

"the third time."

"Again...again!"

Once, twice, three times...

On the stage, an unbelievable "teaching match" took place.

Long Haochen was like a tireless and unyielding warrior, charging towards that insurmountable mountain time and time again.

Li Hao, however, always used the most direct and effective method to knock him to the ground.

This made Long Haochen clearly feel the chasm between them, which was like an insurmountable barrier.

Even if Li Hao were unarmed, Long Haochen couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Instead, with each knockdown, his injuries worsened, his spiritual energy depleted, and his condition deteriorated.

"Good! Well done! That's it! Beat him up!"

In a corner of the audience, Yang Wenzhao watched with great excitement, gesturing wildly, almost ready to pop open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

He stuffed fruit into his mouth while loudly cheering, his voice booming with schadenfreude.

Not long ago, he beat up Long Haochen, and as a result, that elusive little assassin girl came to his door and gave him a good beating.

Even now, the wound still aches slightly.

Seeing Long Haochen being humiliated by Li Hao, he felt incredibly refreshed and relaxed.

However, he had barely uttered the word "good" when...

A chilling, bone-piercing killing intent, almost tangible, suddenly enveloped him from an inconspicuous corner behind him.

That murderous intent was cold and pure, like a venomous snake coiling around his neck.

Yang Wenzhao's cheers stopped abruptly, his smile froze instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't even dare to look back; he just instinctively shrank his neck and immediately sat up straight.

The eyes observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.

With his hands on his knees, he pretended to be a well-behaved child intently watching the game, and dared not utter another word.

But inside, she was screaming: "Grandma, I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
……

High up in the audience, the expressions of several high-ranking members of the temple were equally fascinating.

Lin Chen, the deputy temple master of the Magic Temple, dressed in an elegant robe, held a cup of red tea and looked at Han Qian, whose face was ashen, with a smile.

"Hey, Lao Han!" He took a sip of tea and spoke slowly, his tone full of teasing, "Is there some kind of conflict within your Knights' Temple?"

"Why is it that while Long Haochen is being used as a punching bag on stage, your other genius, Yang Wenzhao, is cheering louder than anyone else down there?"

"What kind of show is this? Internal strife, gloating over someone's misfortune?"

"Hmph, how could that be!" Han Qian's face flushed red as he retorted, his neck stiff, but his voice lacked confidence.

With a quick glance, Han Qian immediately found someone to shift the blame to.

"In the end, doesn't this all come down to that little girl from your Assassin's Temple?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked toward the other side, at the Assassin Temple Master, Shadow Follows the Wind, who remained silent and shrouded in shadow.

Ying Suifeng slowly raised his head, his gaze beneath the cloak sharp as a knife: "Han Qian, what does the business of your Knights' Temple have to do with our Assassins' Temple?"

"How can it be nothing?" Han Qian immediately perked up, as if she had found an outlet for her emotions, and said it all out like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

"If it weren't for your daughter, would our temple have been in this mess?"

"That kid Wenzhao injured Haochen during a sparring match a couple of days ago."

"Your daughter is something else. Without saying a word, she came to our door and injured Wenzhao too, to 'avenge' Haochen!"

"Now that Hao Chen has been thoroughly beaten by Li Hao of the Warrior Temple, how can Wen Zhao be happy? It's only natural that he would be!"

These words laid bare a complex web of "teenage love and hate," making Lin Chen's eyes light up.

Ying Suifeng's lips twitched, and the aura beneath the cloak noticeably grew colder.

"Alright, alright! Say less!"

Seeing that the flames of war were about to spread from the Knights' Temple and the Assassins' Temple to the Warriors' Temple, Ren Wo Kuang hurriedly waved his hand and used his booming voice to stir up trouble.

"It's no big deal! Young people, they're bound to joke around, it's normal!"

"Keep an eye on the match, don't let Li Hao go too far, it would be bad if something really happened!"

He said he was worried, but his smile stretched to his ears, clearly very satisfied with the "teaching" scene on the ring.

……

The battle continues on the arena.

Or rather, the one-sided beating continues.

"boom!"

Long Haochen was knocked back once again, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he could barely regain his footing.

"Your power generation technique is flawed!" Li Hao's voice rang in his ears like a nightmare. "Concentrate your power in your waist and abdomen, not your shoulders!"

"Your sword strike has too many openings!"

Long Haochen, panting heavily, narrowed his eyes and changed his strategy, unleashing a sweeping "Light Slash Sword" attack.

Instead of retreating, Li Hao advanced, crouching low and sliding to easily dodge the sword's edge, while simultaneously sweeping a whip kick towards his lower body.

"You've been charging up for too long! In a real battle, your opponent can interrupt your skill with a single charge! You need to be fast! You need to catch them off guard!"

"Bang!" Long Haochen fell to the ground.

"Speed! Speed! Where is your speed?"

"boom!"

"Eyes! Don't just look at my fists, look at my shoulders, my feet! You're full of openings!"

"boom!"

Li Hao seemed to transform into the most demanding and sharp-tongued "mentor," relentlessly pointing out Long Haochen's shortcomings every time he defeated him.

Every comment he made was incisive and hit the nail on the head.

As for Long Haochen, from initial anger and resentment, to later bewilderment, and now to numbness and... a sliver of enlightenment.

He discovered that everything Li Hao said was true.

These are all shortcomings that he failed to fully comprehend and correct in his usual practice.

At this moment, under Li Hao's humiliating "feeding" tactics...

These shortcomings were magnified infinitely, making them clear to him and allowing him to feel them acutely.

This is no longer just a game.

This is... the cruelest and most profound "old man teasing a child"!
In less than a quarter of an hour, Long Haochen and his partner Haoyue had reached their limit.

Long Haochen was covered in blood, his armor was covered in dents and cracks, his hand holding the sword trembled incessantly, and he was so unsteady on his feet that he could barely stand.

Haoyue lay listlessly on the ground, both her heads swollen with large bumps, her eyes unfocused.

It let out a series of aggrieved whimpers, clearly having been kicked quite hard.

Li Hao shook his head, seemingly somewhat disheartened.

"Is this the limit? It's not even enough to warm me up. How boring."

He stopped and looked at Long Haochen, who was already unsteady on his feet. The playfulness in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a cold, sharp glint.

"Very well, since we've reached our limit, let's end it here!"

Li Hao's voice deepened as he uttered eight words.

Its sound was like metal and stone, resounding loudly when it hit the ground.

"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream!"

The moment he finished speaking, Li Hao's figure vanished from the spot.

Long Haochen felt a blur before his eyes, and an indescribable sense of crisis enveloped his entire body.

He instinctively tried to raise his sword to block, but found that his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

The next moment, Li Hao's figure was already ghost-like and close to him.

There were no earth-shattering punches or kicks, nor any world-destroying spiritual power.

Only one finger.

A slender, pale finger, seemingly harmless, gently touched his chest, the spot where he had been repeatedly kicked.

"Attsu."

A soft sound.

Long Haochen's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had been frozen in place.

He could clearly feel a strange and domineering force entering his body through Li Hao's fingertips, instantly severing the circulation of spiritual energy that was running wildly within him.

All the strength and fighting spirit vanished with a single finger.

following.

The light in Long Haochen's eyes quickly dimmed, his body went limp, and he fell straight backward.

It fell heavily to the ground and remained motionless.

"..."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

dead?
This thought simultaneously popped into the minds of countless people.

The referee beside the ring's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward and hurriedly crouched down to check on Long Haochen's condition.

Li Hao withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced calmly at the panicked referee: "He's not dead, he just passed out from exhaustion."

"Announce the result. This battle is no longer in doubt."

(End of this chapter)