High Martial Arts Storm

fighting!

Like a catalyst for enhancing strength.

For the next eight days, he spent at least eight hours a day battling opponents on the "Intelligent Battle System" platform, while the vast majority of his other time was spent cultivating.

The number of battles is increasing.

His winning percentage is also getting lower and lower.

From an initial 100% win rate, it has now dropped to 91%.

Points: 468.

Newcomer ranking: 5508641.

At this point, he had used up all the gene potions that could enhance his cultivation, and even used three more primary crystal cores.

"I have opened up twenty-four blocked acupoints, and I can finally master the 'Floating Willow Steps' and 'Thirteen Mad Demon Slashes'."

"If I can open up the remaining 28 blocked acupoints in the next month and a half, I will be able to master these two combat techniques to a high degree."

"In addition, I recently opened up twenty-four acupoints. Although my cultivation level did not improve, the amount of internal energy increased by one-fifth, making my combat power stronger during battle."

Filled with joy, Yang Haocheng re-entered the sensor cabin.

He wants to continue taking on challenges.

The challenger was still Yu Wenjuan, the one who had caused him to fail the first time.

result……

The other party still refused.

Yang Haocheng was not discouraged. He was determined to fight his opponent to the death, so he issued challenges again and again. Finally, after he issued the challenge thirteen times, his opponent chose to accept.

"Chengcheng, you coward, when will you ever stop? With your strength, there's no way you can defeat me. So I advise you to continue cultivating for another year or two, until your cultivation level catches up with mine, or even surpasses mine, before you challenge me again!" Yu Wenjuan appeared on the arena, looking at Yang Haocheng with an angry expression, and said through gritted teeth, "Now, you'd better admit defeat."

"Sorry, 'admitting defeat' is not an option in my dictionary." Yang Haocheng gripped his battle sword and said in a deep voice, "There's an old saying: 'A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence.' I believe I'm now qualified to fight you again."

"You're too arrogant and annoying," Yu Wenjuan said angrily.

"I'm not being arrogant, I just want to be your opponent, because fighting you would be a great way for me to hone my skills," Yang Haocheng said earnestly. "If you can seriously fight me, regardless of victory or defeat, I can treat you to a milk tea if we ever have the chance to meet again. How about that?"

milk tea?

Do you think I'm that cute little pervert?

Yu Wenjuan's anger subsided considerably. Looking at Yang Haocheng's persistent gaze, she pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible for me to have another serious match with you, but you need to pay me a sparring fee."

"How many?"

"Ten thousand star coins."

"No problem, what's your account number? I'll transfer the money to you right now," Yang Haocheng said immediately.

"Tsk, I didn't expect you to be such a wealthy young man, willing to spend 10,000 star coins for a single battle. Looks like playing another match with you won't be a waste of time." Yu Wenjuan raised her arm, the tip of her sword pointing directly at Yang Haocheng, and sneered, "I've already added you as a friend. After you lose and leave, just accept the friend request! I'll give you my account information then."

"Aren't you afraid I'll renege on my debt?" Yang Haocheng retorted.

"Whatever!"

"Then let's fight!"

Yang Haocheng's face turned cold, and he pounced towards his opponent like an arrow. His ordinary battle sword transformed into layers of waves, instantly sweeping up in front of his opponent.

Yu Wenjuan's expression changed, and she instantly retreated.

An incredulous look appeared in her eyes as she watched Yang Haocheng continue charging forward, feeling utterly bewildered.

What happened?

It's only been a little over ten days, right?

How did the opponent's speed increase so drastically?

"I'll give you some time to adjust, but not too long. I want to have a good fight with you," Yang Haocheng roared.

"You've stirred my competitive spirit. Since you want to fight, let's have a good fight." Yu Wenjuan stopped retreating and used her exquisite footwork to maximize her speed while unleashing fierce sword moves, clashing with the tricky and unpredictable blade light.

There were already six or seven hundred spectators in the stands.

Ninety-nine percent of the audience were Yu Wenjuan's fans, and amidst the shouts, only a few voices were cheering for Yang Haocheng.

The last row of the audience seats.

Xia Lu reappeared, accompanied by Ouyang Mengmeng.

"Sister Lulu, I thought Yang Haocheng could keep winning! But now his win rate has dropped below 90%." Ouyang Mengmeng said with a pout.

"His cultivation level is only at the Seven-Star Battle Officer Realm, but his opponents, apart from those of the same level, are all at the Eight-Star Battle Officer Realm. He fought against opponents of higher levels time and time again, and from time to time encountered powerful opponents. It's normal for him to fail," Xia Lu said calmly.

"Hmph, anyway, if he runs into me again now, I'll definitely beat him to a pulp." Ouyang Mengmeng continued, somewhat unconvinced, "After all, I've successfully broken through to the eight-star battle officer realm, and my strength has improved considerably."

"Can you beat Yu Wenjuan?" Xia Lu asked.

"Well……"

Ouyang Mengmeng's expression froze for a moment, then she shook her head awkwardly and said, "She usually looks quiet and introverted, but she's really terrifying when she fights. If she didn't spend so much time practicing combat skills, she would probably have broken through to at least the three-star warrior realm by now."

"She spends a lot of time practicing combat skills, while you spend a lot of time practicing mental strength. You're about the same," Xia Lu said with a light smile.

"My cultivation talent is so strong, and I'm currently cultivating in the Dao Academy, so there's almost no danger. Therefore, I'm not in a hurry to improve my cultivation level." After Ouyang Mengmeng finished speaking, she looked back at Yang Haocheng on the arena and continued, "After he is defeated by Yu Wenjuan, I will challenge him, take revenge, beat him up, and make him buy me more milk tea in the future."

"Heh, you..."

Xia Lu didn't finish her sentence.

Because she keenly sensed that something was off about Yang Haocheng's abilities.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Mengmeng asked.

"He's gotten stronger again, but not in the way of breaking through a cultivation level. It's more like his combat techniques have become more powerful." Xia Lu frowned and murmured, "I understand. He's recently given up on improving his cultivation level and is instead focusing on opening up other blocked acupoints to facilitate the internal energy flow required for his combat techniques. He's following the same path as Yu Wenjuan."

"Can you tell what stage its combat skills have reached?" Ouyang Mengmeng asked curiously.

Xia Lu pondered for a moment and slowly said, "The Floating Willow Steps technique has not yet reached the mastery stage, but the speed is two points faster than it was ten days ago. It should be because many of the blocked acupoints have been opened. If you continue to practice, you can successfully cultivate it to the mastery stage."

"The Thirteen Madman's Slashes, though not yet mastered, have opened up quite a few blocked acupoints that match the flow of internal energy, so perhaps it can be mastered."

"With the support of internal energy, its power explodes."

"His speed and strength are still no match for Yu Wenjuan's, but in this battle... it's really hard to say who will win."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Mengmeng's eyes widened instantly, her gaze filled with disbelief.

It's hard to say who will win or lose.

How is that possible?

Even though he has now broken through to the eight-star battle officer realm, he still lacks confidence in defeating Yu Wenjuan, while Yang Haocheng has a 50% chance of defeating Yu Wenjuan.

So that's how it is...

Even if I break through my cultivation level, I still won't be a match for Yang Haocheng.

"Sister Lulu, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Ouyang Mengmeng asked hesitantly.

"I can't be mistaken."

"That guy is a real freak." Ouyang Mengmeng was a little dejected.

On the arena.

Yang Haocheng's sword strikes were as fast as lightning. Facing the opponent's rapid and fierce sword moves, although his attack was still at a disadvantage, he was no longer completely overwhelmed.

In fact, he was able to find opportunities to counterattack many times.

His injuries were worsening, and the other person's injuries were not light either.

"I'm about to use my ultimate move, so prepare to die!" Yang Haocheng suddenly shouted.

"Bring it on!" Yu Wenjuan shouted arrogantly.

The sixth strike of the Thirteen Madman Slashes...

Spiral Self-Destruction Slash!

Seizing the opportunity when his opponent approached, Yang Haocheng did not dodge as before, but charged forward instantly, risking being stabbed in the chest and shoulder. The blade formed a vortex, and several blades seemed to break free from the vortex's restraint, instantly striking Yu Wenjuan's brow and heart, causing fatal wounds.

"Rip..."

Yang Haocheng's entire left arm was severed.

"How is that possible?"

Yu Wenjuan kicked Yang Haocheng in the chest, and her body instantly staggered backward.

She stared at Yang Haocheng in disbelief, her heart filled with shock.

She understands!

I've lost!

Even though she severely injured Yang Haocheng, she was the one who was about to die.

Yang Haocheng smiled.

He looked at Yu Wenjuan as she retreated, and said through his pain, "Fighting with you has really helped me a lot. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. I will accept your friend request later and transfer the 10,000 star coins as a battle fee to you."

Yu Wenjuan's face instantly turned red.

Costs for accompanying the troops?

How could I possibly have the nerve to ask for any compensation for accompanying the opponent?

How did this bastard become so strong? Was he mocking me?