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Ye Xiao watched the fist, carrying astonishing power, come crashing down, but his expression remained unchanged.

He lowered his shoulders and pressed down on his waist, his sternum acting like a bolt holding a door shut.

As the crimson pillar fell, the blood in my chest felt like it was being suddenly compressed. My skin felt hot and then swollen, not churning, but being forced into the bone, making my whole body feel heavier and harder.

The moment the fist touched his chest, a muffled thud could be heard from all around as the flesh was squeezed.

It felt like a fist slamming into a thick leather bag, making your teeth ache.

It's firmly set!

"You really are a piece of trash!" Tang Qi's face lit up with joy, convinced that this punch was enough to seriously injure Ye Xiao.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

He realized that although his fist had hit Ye Xiao's chest, it felt like it had hit a piece of iron, and the force couldn't penetrate. Instead, his hand went numb from the impact.

He felt a heat in his hand, as if he had been rubbed hard, and the skin on his knuckles split open on the spot, causing his eye to twitch in pain.

What upset him even more was that Ye Xiao didn't back down an inch.

Not only did he not retreat, but his upper body didn't even sway; he just stood there, his breathing slightly heavy.

Through the fog, someone instinctively whispered, "No injuries? No retreat?"

"This is not something that could be done in the early stages of bone forging."

Someone's voice tightened: "But he's only been an inner disciple for less than a month, it's impossible for him to have improved that quickly!!"

As the one who threw the punch, Tang Qi felt it more deeply than anyone else.

His face was extremely pale at that moment, but he didn't believe in superstition, nor did he dare to believe it.

If you give up or become afraid, your fighting spirit will disappear, and then it's all over...

Therefore, he gritted his teeth and pressed forward again, unleashing his internal energy without reservation.

"Iron Fist!"

Tang Qi let out a low roar, as if to give himself confidence. This second punch was even heavier, and the path of the punch was straighter and harder. All the strength of his stance and the power of his tendons and bones were pressed onto his fist.

The force of the punch caused the fog to thin out.

Before Ye Xiao's fist could even land, he stomped his foot down, and the wooden board of the fighting platform made a muffled "thud." The power of the Crimson Blood Strike surged from his heel to his waist and back in one breath, bursting out in his chest cavity.

He didn't use any tricks; he just rammed into her with his shoulder.

"Bang!"

The shoulder and back collided with Tang Qi's forearm, like an iron stake smashing through a wooden bar.

Tang Qi's entire arm went numb instantly, his punch was deflected, his body was pulled to the side, and he lost his balance.

At that very moment, Ye Xiao's fist arrived.

There are no frills or embellishments.

The shot was so short it almost brushed against his body, hitting Tang Qi in the chest.

"puff!"

Tang Qi felt as if his chest had been crushed, the air forced up his throat, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went black for a moment, and he was knocked backward by the impact.

His heels scraped against the wooden planks of the platform with a screeching sound, and he stumbled back several steps before his back slammed against the wooden railing with a thud, causing him to collapse to the ground.

A collective gasp filled the air outside the arena.

"This can't be the early stage of bone forging."

"I thought Tang Qi would win, but I didn't expect that Ye Xiao's move would decide the outcome."

Tang Qi's eyes were filled with anger and hatred as he looked at Ye Xiao, but he dared not make another move.

He was full of confidence after his breakthrough and wanted to teach Ye Xiao a lesson to regain the face he had lost.

But now the gap in strength between the two sides is so great that he finds it difficult to sleep.

Ye Xiao stood firmly, his breathing even, as if he had not just experienced a battle. He looked at Tang Qi and asked:

"Should we continue?"

Tang Qi's shoulders twitched.

Anger almost made him get up and rush forward again, but the dull pain in his chest was like a nail, every breath tasted bloody, he couldn't regain his strength, and he couldn't clench his fist.

It would only look worse if it were actually done.

Tang Qi gritted his teeth, finally lowered his fist, his eyes red, but he couldn't utter a single harsh word.

Ye Xiao stopped looking at him and simply closed the tent.

"Since we're not going to fight anymore, let's follow the rules. Half an hour in the medicinal mist stake, and there are still thirty taels left."

Tang Qi's face alternated between pale and flushed. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and jump off the fighting platform, enduring the pain in his chest, before heading to the registration desk.

The gazes from all around him made him feel increasingly humiliated and angry, as if he were being slapped in the face repeatedly.

The wooden sign was slapped.

"Register under Ye Xiao's name within half an hour."

The wooden sign was struck again, its sound echoing in the mist.

"Thirty taels, Tang Qi will pay."

After the two sounds, the way the others looked at Ye Xiao changed.

Just then, a figure emerged from the fog.

He wasn't tall, even a bit short, and didn't stand out in the crowd. But his eyes were strange; they weren't hot or angry, but rather like he was looking at a piece of meat that was about to be cut.

"Junior Brother Ye, you're quite strong. That battle just now was very exciting. I'd like to have a match with you. The wager is the same: half an hour of medicinal mist training. Do you dare?" said the short inner disciple.

Ye Xiao nodded: "Okay, but it will still cost an extra thirty taels."

"good!"

The short inner disciple responded with a single word and went straight onto the fighting platform, his footsteps barely making a sound.

He didn't put on airs, didn't try to project power, and his breathing was completely still.

The next moment, it moved.

It's not "沖" (chōng), it's "贴" (tiē).

His already short stature shrank even further, like a knife sliding into his ribs. His shoulder first pressed against Ye Xiao's chest, then his forearm tightened, his hand gripped Ye Xiao's elbow, and his knee squeezed inward at the same time, specifically targeting the shoulder root, ribs, and waist.

The movement was short, but it was as ruthless as squeezing someone's bones.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

It wasn't a punch, but a series of close-quarters squeezing sounds: shoulder hitting ribs, arm slamming into bones, knee striking knee. Each movement was small, but they all landed on the most uncomfortable spots.

The goal is to inflict pain, make people breathless, throw them off balance, and render them powerless.

Someone outside the arena chuckled excitedly:

"Zhang Qiu's moves are as ruthless as ever!"

Another person laughed, "Ye Xiao should be at the same mid-stage of Bone Forging as him. At the same level, his combat experience and foundation far surpass Ye Xiao's, and he even seized the initiative this time… This battle is a foregone conclusion!"

"Zhang Qiu did a good job. Ye Xiao should see the true strength of an inner disciple." Another person nodded and smiled.

"So that he won't think that beating Tang Qi is something remarkable."

Upon hearing this, Tang Qi, who was standing in the corner, looked even more unpleasant.

But he dared not say anything. These veteran inner disciples were beyond his reach, and he also hoped that Ye Xiao would be severely defeated.

On the stage, Zhang Qiu pushed Ye Xiao towards the wooden railing. The rough edges of the railing scraped against Ye Xiao's shoulder with a "rip".

The fabric was torn open, and the cold wind felt like a knife licking against the skin, causing immediate pain to penetrate the flesh.

Zhang Qiu pressed even closer, her forehead almost touching Ye Xiao's chin: "The inner sect isn't like this. Someone who's only been here for less than a month has no right to stand firm."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he twisted sharply, intending to break Ye Xiao's waist.

If you bend at the waist, your strength dissipates; once your strength dissipates, you're left at the mercy of others.

Several pairs of eyes outside the arena shone even brighter:

"We're going to win!"

"Zhang Qiu's move is the most ruthless and insidious; once he gets close, you can't breathe! You can't even exert any strength, and no one can break it!"

Tang Qi's eyes shone brightly, as if he could regain the face he had just lost after Ye Xiao was defeated.

Even though he was completely restrained, Ye Xiao's expression remained unchanged.

He suddenly felt his feet sink, revealing the power of the Crimson Blood Stake. The air in his chest was forcibly compressed, and a burning, dull pain came from deep within his flesh, as if someone were stuffing something scalding hot into his bones and stirring it.

Zhang Qiu was confident of victory, but still exerted all his strength in the fight.

Even though he was full of confidence, as an inner disciple, he knew that caution was always the best policy, and one wrong step could lead to a series of mistakes.

That's why he acted immediately, giving Ye Xiao no chance to react.