It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

"Let's get this straight, I won't bully you. In this match, neither of us is allowed to summon spirits to help us. We'll rely solely on our basic skills, how about that?"

"Okay, that's fair."

Qinghe Miao also walked to the other side, stretching his wrists and ankles as he did a simple warm-up, while laughing heartily:

"Brother Deng, no matter if we win or lose, we mustn't hold grudges after we're done."

He also has very little experience fighting against others.

"No problem! And..."

Deng Youcai squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, his eyes narrowed, and his aura suddenly surged, no longer showing the slightest hint of disrespect.

With a powerful thrust of his feet, he kicked up a cloud of dust and charged forward like a cheetah hunting its prey.

"I am the second oldest."

So fast was the speed that before the words were even finished, a blur was left behind.

His right palm had its five fingers slightly bent, not in a fist, but in a claw shape. The condensed Qi was emanating from his fingertips, faintly tinged with a light black color, and he aimed straight for Qing Hemiao's vital chest and abdomen!

This claw strike may seem simple, but it actually contains the basic skills of the shamanic lineage for training muscles and bones and clearing qi and blood. The power is contained within, and once it grips firmly, it is enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks. It also implies subsequent changes.

In the world of "Under One Person", it is common for people of different lineages to exchange skills and knowledge.

At this moment, the competition between the two sides should be based on the most basic cultivation level, the total amount of Qi, the precision of Qi control, physical fitness, and combat experience.

Chapter 18 That last hit didn't count

From any perspective, Deng Youcai, who is more than ten years older, has received personal guidance from Guan Shihua since childhood, and has solid skills, has an overwhelming advantage.

Qinghe Miao was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of both the total amount of Qi he had stored and his familiarity with basic martial arts skills.

Faced with this swift and fierce claw strike, his pupils constricted slightly, and he dared not take it head-on.

He quickly dodged, sliding his body to the side and backward, trying to avoid the attack.

However, Deng Youcai was experienced and seemed to have anticipated his dodge direction. Before his claws were fully extended, he flicked his wrist, turning his claws into a palm and slapping horizontally towards Qing Hemiao's ribs. The change of move was as fast as flowing water.

"Snapped!"

A muffled thud.

[Having been attacked by the LV25 Shaman Deng Youcai's fist and foot techniques (proficient), a minor abnormal status has appeared. A damage test will be conducted. If the test is failed, subsequent statuses such as being knocked back will occur.]

Although Qinghe Miao tried his best to block, his arm clashed with the opponent's palm, but he was still shaken by a powerful force that made his arm go numb and his legs stumble.

I took two or three steps back to steady myself, and a dull pain spread through my entire arm.

"Tch, that's it?"

After landing a successful blow, Deng Youcai did not continue his attack. Instead, he stopped and a hint of contempt appeared on his face.

"Kid, talking big isn't enough. If you want to spar with me, you'll have to practice for a few more years!"

He could tell that Qinghe Miao's foundation was indeed weak and his opponent was probably already down.

Qing Hemiao rubbed the spot where he had been hit, took a deep breath to calm his surging blood and qi, shook his hand, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Great."

He had also worked with his master.

According to the system's evaluation, his master had only reached level 29 after a lifetime of cultivation.

I initially thought it was because my own master was too incompetent, so I didn't pay much attention.

But now that I think about it, Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Elders, is only at level 51. His master, on the other hand, has a temple and lineage, and is a proper shaman. This level is about right.

However, considering the profoundness of the cultivation method, the physical condition, and the level of the immortals behind it.

If a real fight breaks out, even if his master faces Deng Youcai, he probably won't come out on top.

Taking into account the age difference, people are indeed different.

"Hehe, impressive, right?"

Deng Youcai chuckled evilly twice, braced his left foot on the ground for support, and then twisted his body to kick out:

"The really bad stuff is yet to come!"

Qinghe Miao tried his best to dodge left and right, but it was like an old man playing with a naughty child. He took two more kicks and ended up with a few more footprints on his body.

Master Chai watched from the side, feeling heartbroken.

But instead of being discouraged, he took the time to brush off the footprints on his body while Deng Youcai was lenient with him.

Then, when the other party thought it was almost over and was about to launch their next attack, a glint of lightning flashed in his eyes, and a slight smile even appeared on his lips.

"Second Brother Deng, be careful."

At the same time, he turned on the system and completed the operation in the blink of an eye.

The [Subspace Miasma] equipped in the Stand slot was replaced with [Spicy Red Pepper]!

At the same time, driven by his will, he activated one of the core abilities of [Spicy Red Pepper]: Electrical Enhancement!

The Spicy Red Pepper is actually unable to directly release lightning for remote attacks.

Most of its attacks actually involve absorbing and storing electrical energy to directly enhance its strength and speed, allowing it to attack in a more ferocious manner.

"Sizzle—!"

A faint, almost hallucinatory sound of electricity emanated from Qinghe Miao's body, causing the air around him to distort slightly and his hair to move without wind.

A powerful energy instantly filled his limbs and bones!

That was the wool he had saved up over an entire semester, "plucked" from the school's power lines, and now it was being burned and consumed without hesitation, with more than half gone in the blink of an eye!

The next moment, Qing Hemiao's temperament suddenly changed, as if his slightly thin figure had expanded, and his eyes were sharp as lightning.

He kicked off with a sudden burst of speed!

"Boom!"

The hard muddy ground beneath their feet was trampled into a mound of dust that flew up!

Qinghe Miao's figure turned into a blurry afterimage, and his speed was several times faster than Deng Youcai's previous attack!

Almost the instant Deng Youcai was stunned by the sound of the electric current and the sudden change in the other party's aura, Qing Hemiao had already rushed in front of him with overwhelming power!

Deng Youcai was shocked and hurriedly crossed his arms to protect his chest.

"boom!!!"

A tremendously heavy thud resounded, like a heavy hammer striking a drum!

Deng Youcai felt a sharp pain in both arms, as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, and his condensed Qi defense was instantly torn apart!

He flew backward uncontrollably and crashed hard into the solid courtyard wall on one side!

"cough!"

Deng Youcai groaned as his back slammed into the wall, the impact causing his blood to surge and his vision to go black for a moment.

He slid down a little against the wall, barely managing to stand, his arms still trembling. He looked in horror at Qing Hemiao, who had suddenly appeared in front of him and whose hand was even easily pressed against the wall next to him.

Qinghe Miao maintained his posture of charging forward and restraining his opponent, his breathing slightly rapid, as if the sudden burst of enormous power had caused a disconnect between his internal energy and his own.

After all, they are the powers of two different systems. Using them together is not impossible, but without training, they will definitely affect each other.

But with electricity so expensive these days, how could Qinghe Miao bear to practice so often?

"Second Brother Deng, I'm sorry. Thank you for not going all out at the beginning, otherwise I'm afraid I might not have been able to hold on until now."

He looked at Deng Youcai, who was standing close by with an incredulous expression, and did not continue to apply pressure.

Instead, he took a half step back, released his hand from the other person's arm, and said in a gentle tone:

"In the end, I took a shortcut, a sneak attack that lacked any sense of martial ethics."

Following the etiquette of the JoJo anime, perhaps a torrential downpour of "Yura Yura Yura Oo" should be added at this moment.

However, although Deng Youcai was somewhat trying to amuse the children, he did hold back and did not use any serious moves.

Secondly, Qinghe Miao is not the kind of person who is solely focused on maximizing profits.

That thunderous strike was purely due to the instantaneous burst of electrical energy stored in the [Spicy Red Pepper], catching the opponent completely off guard.

In terms of actual cultivation and endurance in battle, he is still far from being a match for Deng Youcai.

The purpose of this "showcase" has been achieved, so it's time to stop while we're ahead and give the other party a dignified way out.

Besides, someone with a screw loose must be calling someone's grandson "Yura" in front of the Ten Elders.

Hiss... Of course, Wang Bing's grandson is an exception.

"It's OK."

Deng Youcai did not strike again, but shook his slightly numb arm and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

Pure physical impact, as long as it doesn't injure bones or muscles, allows for extremely rapid recovery for someone like him who is an extraordinary individual.

Just by taking a few breaths while Qinghe Miao retreats, the flow of Qi in his body accelerates, which relieves the soreness in his back and arms.

He recovered quickly.

But the look in his eyes as he looked at Qing Hemiao no longer held the initial disdain; instead, it was filled with a provoked seriousness and a hint of defiance.

"That last one doesn't count; I was careless. Let's try again! This time, it'll be serious!"

Chapter 19 Wealth

Being defeated in an almost instantaneous manner, especially by a teenager, even if the other party admits to using trickery.

It was obvious that Deng Youcai was losing face.

His youthful, competitive spirit was completely ignited.

Qinghe Miao simply smiled without responding, and instead turned to look at Master Chai and Guan Shihua, who were staring in disbelief.

"Come on, you son of a bitch!"

Sure enough, a loud and clear shout rang out, so fast that everyone only felt a black shadow flash before their eyes.

Guan Shihua, who had been watching the battle from several meters away, suddenly appeared between the two.

She was not tall, but her movements were as fast as lightning. She jumped up and gave Deng Youcai a solid slap on the back of the head with a crisp "smack".

"Oh! Grandma!"

Deng Youcai's neck twitched as he was hit, and he cried out in pain.

"How many years have you been training? How many years has that kid been training? All you do is mess around all day, your mind isn't on the right path, all you do is flirt with the girls in your circle!"

Guan Shihua, hands on her hips, began to berate her grandson without any restraint:

"Being suddenly taken down in one move, isn't that embarrassing? That's their skill! Whether it's a trick or a sudden burst of power, being able to instantly seize your carelessness and use enough force to knock you down, that's real ability! Losing is losing, why talk about 'trying again'? Do you think people will tell you that when they go out?"

Deng Youcai seemed to have a close relationship with his grandmother, and he didn't dare to talk back even when he was scolded like this in front of outsiders.

He just scratched the back of his head and muttered aggrievedly:

"I wasn't prepared... who knew he'd suddenly become so strong..."

But in the end, they retreated to the sidelines, reluctantly, and dared not mention fighting again.

After Guan Shihua finished disciplining her grandson, she casually waved her hand.

Without her making any hand seals or chanting any incantations, several condensed, pale golden "qi" streams emanated from her fingertips.

As if possessing a life of its own, it quickly condensed in mid-air into several fine, hair-like golden needles, which then accurately shot into several acupoints on Deng Youcai's body.

Deng Youcai's body trembled slightly, and he let out a long, comfortable sigh.

The blood and qi that were originally somewhat stagnant due to the impact and blocking were quickly unblocked under the guidance of this exquisite "qi needle".