Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

This strike was so fast it became a blur, incredibly ruthless.

In the stands, many timid girls covered their eyes, afraid that the next second they would see the slovenly Taoist priest's head explode, with red and white blood splattered all over the ground.

However, Zhang Xuan, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even blink.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his hands, which he usually kept hidden in his sleeves for petty theft, suddenly reaching out and forming a strange hand seal in front of his chest while he muttered incantations.

"Golden Light Mantra, arise!"

Duang—!

The dull thud, like a giant bell being struck by a heavy hammer, made the eardrums of the audience in the front row of the Bird's Nest hurt.

Three feet around Zhang Xuan, the air instantly solidified, and a thick, golden light curtain appeared out of thin air, trapping him inside.

The golden light was so pure it was dazzling, with obscure and difficult-to-understand Taoist cloud script faintly flowing across it.

clang!!!

The alloy longsword slashed fiercely at the golden light.

Sparks flew three meters high, and the shockwave sent debris flying everywhere.

The specially made arena floor instantly cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

Zhang Xuan's feet sank three inches into the ground, causing the golden light barrier to tremble violently and emit a teeth-grinding friction sound. Several fine cracks even appeared on its surface.

But he blocked it!

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

As the smoke cleared, Zhang Xuan remained in the same posture, holding something up with one hand.

He slightly raised his head, looking at Wang Zichen, who was standing close by with a look of utter disbelief on his face. He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"Second-order?"

Zhang Xuan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with contempt, regarding it as mere roadside trash.

"Didn't eat enough for breakfast? Are you tickling this Taoist priest?"

"You're asking for it!!"

Wang Zichen's composure instantly crumbled.

He, a second-tier genius and the face of Huajing Martial Arts University, had his full-force attack actually withstood by a first-tier Taoist!

Moreover, it was done in this humiliating way of "standing there and letting you chop me up"!

Shame twisted Wang Zichen's handsome face instantly. He roared, his long sword suddenly retracted, and then transformed into a sky full of sword shadows, slashing down like a madman.

"Thirteen Slashes of Flowing Clouds!"

That was the signature skill of Huajing Martial Arts University, characterized by its flashy and continuous style.

In an instant, it was as if a silver meat grinder had been rolled up on the arena.

The blade flashed like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere and leaving no way out.

This time, Zhang Xuan could no longer hold out.

Although the Golden Light Mantra offers unparalleled defense, it burns away all of your vital energy.

Faced with the overwhelming barrage of attacks from a second-tier martial artist, Zhang Xuan could only stagger and sway as he moved along the edge of the blade, using the Yu Step technique.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Blood splattered.

Although he avoided the vital points, Zhang Xuan's already tattered Taoist robe was quickly cut into strips.

More than a dozen deep wounds, exposing bone, appeared on his arms, thighs, and back, turning him into a bloody mess in an instant.

"good!!"

"Brother Chen is awesome! Cripple him!"

"What kind of bullshit Taoist priests are they? They're just sitting ducks in the face of absolute power!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands of Wuhan University.

Li Yanfeng's tense old face finally relaxed. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked defiantly at Huayang Martial Arts University, his eyes seeming to say something.

Look, this is the difference in foundation. What do you have to do to turn the tables?

From the commentary booth, Jing Yang also shouted excitedly.

"Wang Zichen has displayed terrifying suppressive power as a second-tier martial artist! His Thirteen Flowing Cloud Slashes are impenetrable; Zhang Xuan has become a complete punching bag, and his defeat is only a matter of time!"

On the stage, Wang Zichen fought with increasing ease, and the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.

"Hide? Let's see how long you can hide!"

After failing to break through for a long time, Wang Zichen lost patience.

He didn't want to waste any more time and decided to end this farce with the most dazzling and fan-attracting move.

"The clouds part and the sky clears!"

Wang Zichen let out a sharp shout and leaped into the air.

His entire body's vital energy surged wildly into the longsword, causing the blade to tremble and emit a piercing buzzing sound.

This slash was unleashed with full force, sweeping across the sky as if it wanted to cleave through the clouds!

This is a fatal blow! There is no way to avoid it!

Everyone held their breath; some even began to make the sign of the cross on their chests.

However, in that life-or-death moment...

Zhang Xuan, who had been running around like a monkey, suddenly stopped.

He stopped dodging and retreating, and instead straightened his chest, making bold and sweeping movements as he charged headlong into the deadly blade!

"Is he insane?!" someone screamed.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly transmitted throughout the venue via the microphone.

The long sword slashed fiercely into Zhang Xuan's left shoulder, cutting through the flesh, severing the collarbone, and finally lodging deeply between his ribs!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining Wang Zichen's vision red.

Wang Zichen was stunned.

He didn't expect the other person to actually not dodge; was this suicide?

But the next second, a bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Because he saw that the Taoist priest, covered in blood, was raising his head and giving him a hideous and terrifying smile.

"Gotcha, you little mudskipper."

Zhang Xuan's voice was hoarse and carried a strong smell of blood.

His muscles suddenly contracted, clamping the blade tightly, preventing Wang Zichen from drawing his sword.

At the same time, his left hand reached out like an iron clamp and firmly gripped Wang Zichen's wrist that was holding the knife!

Using flesh and blood as a cage and bones as chains!

This is the fighting style of a madman! This is a killing move that will lead to mutual destruction!

"you……"

Wang Zichen's pupils dilated in shock. He was about to abandon his sword and retreat when he discovered that he had been locked down.

Zhang Xuan suddenly flicked the broken peach wood sword that he had been gripping tightly in his right hand upwards.

Tear--!

The cheap transparent tape wrapped around the sword shattered instantly, scattering everywhere.

Without the disguise, the wooden sword, which originally looked withered and decayed, actually had a charred black color all over.

Beneath the charred surface, faint purple arcs of lightning pulsed wildly, emanating a chilling aura of destruction.

Thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood!

This is not some cheap junk from Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping, this is a supreme magical artifact of the Taoist sect!

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!!"

Zhang Xuan roared, his eyes wide open, like an angry Vajra descending to earth.

"Ray is coming!!!"

Boom!

The peach wood sword stabbed fiercely into Wang Zichen's lower abdomen.

In an instant, a blinding purple lightning bolt erupted from the tip of the sword. It was the palm lightning that Zhang Xuan had suppressed for a long time. Amplified by the lightning-struck wood, its power increased several times over!

This is a lightning baptism at zero distance! This is an electrotherapy service delivered right to your face!

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The violent lightning instantly pierced through Wang Zichen's expensive nano combat suit, and the electric current surged wildly through his body.

He convulsed violently, his once meticulously combed hair instantly turned into an afro, he exhaled a puff of black smoke, and his eyes rolled back.

The protective qi and blood of a second-tier martial artist are as fragile as toilet paper in the face of this overwhelming heavenly might!

boom!

Wang Zichen was blasted more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena and bouncing twice.

The entire room fell silent.

The fans of Huajing Wuhan University who were cheering just moments ago are now like ducks with their necks choked, mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

The teacup in Li Yanfeng's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces, splashing scalding tea all over his trouser leg without him even noticing.

But it's not over yet.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Xuan expressionlessly pulled out the long sword that was stuck in his shoulder and casually tossed it aside.

Blood was still flowing, but he acted as if nothing had happened, dragging the still-smoking peach wood sword, step by step toward Wang Zichen, who was still convulsing.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan was disheveled and covered in blood; he no longer resembled a Taoist master at all.

He's a veritable Asura who crawled out of hell!

He walked up to Wang Zichen and stepped on the other's struggling hand.

Then, I rode on it.

"You're handsome, huh? You like that fan culture stuff, huh?"

boom!

A punch landed hard on Wang Zichen's high nose bridge.

The sound of the nasal bone breaking is crisp and pleasant, a truly stress-relieving sound.

"So what if you're second-tier? You look down on first-tier, don't you?"

boom!

Two punches landed on Wang Zichen's mouth. Several bloodied teeth flew out, tracing a graceful arc in the air.

"Calling you a god? Calling you someone who climbed to the top by stepping on my brother Lin?"

boom! boom! boom!

Every punch lands hard, aimed directly at the face!

Zhang Xuan cursed and hit him at the same time.

The Golden Light Mantra coalesced on his fist.

With each punch, Wang Zichen's face distorted, transforming from 3D to 2D.

In just ten seconds.

The handsome and charming male god of Huajing Martial Arts University, who was just enjoying the spotlight, has been beaten into a monster with a face full of purple bruises and a swollen head like a pig's.

That's so brutal!

That was so satisfying!

In the rest area of ​​Huayang Martial Arts University, Bai Ling excitedly slapped her thigh, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

"Well done! This is art! This is the beauty of violence! This plastic surgery technique is absolutely amazing!"

Nalan Qing adjusted his glasses and calmly analyzed the situation.

"Depending on the extent of the facial bone damage, Wang Zichen will need at least three months of plastic surgery for repair, and the psychological trauma he will suffer is incalculable."

Finally, after Wang Zichen completely lost consciousness, Zhang Xuan stopped.

He slowly stood up, panting heavily.

His wounds were still bleeding, but he stood straight, like a drawn sword.

He bent down, pulled a blood-stained wet wipe from Wang Zichen's ripped pocket, and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.

Then, he looked up.

The gaze passed through the arena, through the deathly silent stands, and finally settled on the rest area of ​​Huajing Martial Arts University, on Li Yanfeng, whose face was ashen and who was trembling all over.

Zhang Xuan casually tossed the dirty wet wipe onto Wang Zichen's pig-like face.

The Taoist priest, covered in blood, grinned, revealing a set of blood-stained white teeth, his smile both sinister and arrogant.

He returned Wang Zichen's pre-match words verbatim in a calm, unsettling voice.

"Hey, you there."

"You're right."

"There are indeed differences among geniuses."

Zhang Xuan paused, then raised his foot and kicked the unconscious Wang Zichen off the stage like trash.

"only."

"I am the heavens."

"You are mud."

boom--!

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire Bird's Nest stadium erupted in chaos.

Countless flashes of light frantically captured this moment forever.

At this moment, no one remembered who Wang Zichen was; everyone's eyes were only on that extremely arrogant Taoist priest.

The referee swallowed hard and raised his hand shakily.

"The winner... is Zhang Xuan from Huayang Martial Arts University!"

Zhang Xuan ignored the noise around him.

He dragged his battered body down the ring step by step.

Although his steps were a little unsteady and his back was somewhat hunched.

But at this moment, in everyone's eyes, the figure of this disheveled Taoist priest was even more dazzling than the radiant light.

Just as Zhang Xuan reached the edge of the rest area, his legs gave way and he almost fell over.

A strong hand held him firmly in place.

Zhang Xuan looked up and saw a familiar face.

Lin Xiao didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, putting away her usual teasing and showing only approval in her eyes.

He pulled out a bottle of Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment that he had extorted from Huajing Martial Arts University from his pocket, stuffed it into Zhang Xuan's hand, and casually supported the guy's shoulder.

"Well played."

Lin Xiao's tone was calm, yet carried immense weight, and he added at the end.

"Just don't use yourself as a shield next time. There's no one else who has cultivated themselves to the point of becoming like this."

Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then grinned, a carefree yet heroic laugh.

"That's right."

"I, Daoist Master, am going to become an immortal."