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Chapter 86 Then you shouldn't even think about it.

Ye Xiao stood at one end of the wooden platform, and Xu Chongshan stood at the other end, the two looking at each other through the rain.

The rain intensified, falling on the platform and creating ripples in the water, which were then dispersed by the subtle vibrations under their feet. Neither of them moved, yet their stances remained remarkably stable, causing the wooden platform to tremble slightly, the ripples breaking as soon as they appeared.

It wasn't that no one in the audience spoke up.

What was being discussed just a moment ago is now being discussed more and more lightly.

As soon as Xu Chongshan took a step, all sounds retreated into his throat, leaving only the sounds of footsteps, rain tapping on wood, and the gentle swaying of the flag rope.

His boots landed on the wet wooden platform, the water only trembled slightly, without splashing at all.

He walked slowly, but each step was steady, so much so that even the iron bars around the edge of the platform made a slight hum.

Someone lowered their voice to their throat: "Here it comes, he's finally going to make his move!"

The four guardians in front of the stage all had their eyes on Ye Xiao.

The bare-chested protector slightly raised his eyelids and uttered, "What percentage?"

The protector who was holding the wooden bead didn't look up. His fingertips paused for a moment before the bead continued rolling: "Seventy percent."

Xu Chongshan stopped seven steps away.

He didn't look at the audience or the protectors; his eyes were only on Ye Xiao.

His gaze was flat, so flat it sent chills down your spine.

"Your name is Ye Xiao?" Xu Chongshan asked, his voice not loud, but it lowered the sound of the rain by a fraction.

Ye Xiao didn't answer, only saying, "You're the only one left."

Xu Chongshan's lips twitched, a half-smile playing on his lips: "You're quite capable, and you killed quickly enough, just to my liking. I'll spare your life later, only knock you off the stage."

Ye Xiao's expression remained unchanged: "You talk a lot."

The already tense atmosphere in the audience was further intensified by this sentence.

Under the awning, the hall master snorted coldly. All their men were dead, and they all harbored resentment towards Ye Xiao.

Xu Chongshan's expression darkened slightly.

He raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and then slowly closed them.

Raindrops pounded on his knuckles and shattered.

In the next instant, his internal energy and blood surged. His shoulders and back snapped together, his hips sank, and his whole body suddenly felt heavier.

With a soft "clunk," the wooden platform was pushed aside by the slight tremor, causing ripples to spread out.

Someone in the audience felt a sudden pang in their throat and their face paled slightly: even though they were far away, it felt like something had poked them in the chest.

Ye Xiao also moved, pressing down with the heel of his palm and slightly lowering his elbow.

It's also about compression, but it involves pressing down on the force of the pile and compressing the qi and blood.

He didn't move, his back taut, steady as a rock. Rain fell on his shoulders, shattering crisply.

The next moment, Xu Chongshan stomped his foot.

"Snapped!"

He stomped on the puddles, and the water burst into a cloud of white mist.

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Ye Xiao, his right palm striking his chest.

The palm strikes are unpredictable, only focused on pressure, forcing you to retreat, scatter, and lose your footing.

Ye Xiao neither retreated nor dodged, but took a half step forward as well. The force of the Collapsing Mountain Fist exploded, releasing the compressed power and blood energy at the same time.

"Bang!"

A direct clash between fist and palm.

A muffled thud exploded against the bone, scattering the water vapor and even causing the raindrops to deflect half an inch. The iron railing of the platform vibrated with a "hum," as if it had been struck from afar.

The wooden plank beneath Ye Xiao's feet creaked, but he held firm and didn't budge an inch.

Xu Chongshan did not press the matter further.

He withdrew his palm half an inch, his shoulders and back slumped, and he suddenly froze. Rainwater streamed down his chin, and he was even a beat too slow to blink.

Just now, he collided with three forces.

In an instant, a crack appeared in the calm in Xu Chongshan's eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound half-swallowed by the rain, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Just as I expected! Just as I expected!"

Xu Chongshan raised his eyes and stared at Ye Xiao, his eyes first brightening, then burning hot, burning to the point of madness: "You also have Golden Bones!!"

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The breaths that had been held tight under the awning suddenly stopped for a beat, Adam's apples bobbed, and knuckles clenched until they turned white.

The faces of the hall master, Gray Sleeve, and Black Sleeve changed simultaneously. Some were so shocked they turned pale, some were so afraid they froze, and a few even had tears welling up in their eyes—it was envy, jealousy, and shock.

Xu Chongshan's laughter grew louder and louder, his chest heaving as if he were forcing out ten years' worth of pent-up anger: "Golden Bones!"

"So young, no fractures, no damage to your foundation, and such abundant qi and blood—" He stared at Ye Xiao, his voice hoarse, fiercely hoarse, "It's both incredibly enviable and incredibly hateful!!"

Ye Xiao didn't move, his eyes cold and hard: "Have you finished your nonsense?"

Xu Chongshan acted as if he hadn't heard.

He moved forward another half inch, rainwater streaming down his brow bone and into his reddened eyes, but he didn't blink.

"I was originally thinking of sparing your life." He smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile: "I'd rather you be ousted from the stage."

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A lower laugh escaped his throat as he continued speaking, as if he couldn't hold it in any longer, or as if he were letting it all out: "But you happen to have golden bones!"

"If I can never become a martial artist in this lifetime, then what makes you think you can still climb the ranks?!"

"I've changed my mind—I'm going to kill you! I'm definitely going to kill you!!"

A chill ran down someone's spine; they wanted to curse him as a "madman," but didn't dare open their mouths.

Xu Chongshan took a step forward, his boots shattering a patch of puddles. His eyes were filled with undisguised madness, and his laughter was almost splitting his face: "Since I can never get over that hurdle..."

"Then don't even think about it!"

"You will die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Chongshan moved first.

He was no longer just suppressing, nor did he only want to win; a murderous intent emanated from his very bones.

He shattered the rain with a single step, his right fist flipped over, his five fingers snapped together, his palm forming a claw, first grabbing Ye Xiao's elbow joint; his left fist followed closely, not striking the chest, but heading straight for the line of death below the collarbone, so fast that no one could keep up with it.

In that instant, his sleeve was lifted by a gust of wind, and a golden glint flashed beneath his forearm.

It's not a reflection of light, but a light that shines from within.

Golden Bones!

The audience below the stage suddenly held their breath.

What's even more chilling is Ye Xiao's side—

Instead of dodging or retreating, he used the moment Xu Chongshan pulled him inward, slumped his waist and hips, and pressed down with his stance.

Rainwater streamed down his arm, and as it flowed over his skin, a golden hue rose from his bones, flashing briefly.

The same golden bones.

Younger and cleaner.

The four pairs of eyes on the stage tensed up simultaneously.

The bare-armed protector raised his eyelids slightly and said in a low voice, "Seventy percent, it's confirmed."

The voice, protective of the man holding the wooden beads, carried a hint of regret: "A golden bone that hasn't suffered any damage to its foundation—that's rare. Are we really going to let him break on this stage?"

The cloaked protector didn't move, but his voice from beneath the hood was cold: "The rules are in place, no one is to lay a hand on us."

The guardian, like a scholar, still pressed the copper bell with his fingertips, and added casually, "Rules are made by people—if they are worth it, they might be able to change them."

He stopped after saying just a few words.

On stage, Ye Xiao didn't forcefully pull his elbow. Instead, he followed the force of the pull and pressed forward, retracting his elbow and snapping his shoulder blade to rotate the force out of the joint.

Xu Chongshan's claws had just gripped the target and hadn't yet applied enough force when his wrist bone was blocked.

"Click."

It wasn't a break, but the sound of bones moving.

Ye Xiao swung his elbow back and struck the inside of Ye Xiao's wrist, then punched him like a hammer, aiming straight for his ribs.

"Thump!"

The punch was short and heavy, creating a blank space around the rain.

Xu Chongshan, having taken the blow, didn't back down; instead, he laughed even more wildly: "Good! Good!"

He used the force of the impact to get even closer, pressing his shoulders and back down, and slammed into Ye Xiao's chest, making the wooden platform creak.

Ye Xiao felt a tightness in his chest, and his blood surged up for a moment before he forcefully suppressed it back down.

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