All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

In the previous round, Zhang Yu used the Vajra Shield to wear down Li Xue. Before everyone could catch their breath, the referee elder's voice boomed like thunder, instantly sending the adrenaline of the entire audience to its peak!

"Next match: Inner disciple Xue Yang versus outer disciple Li Hu!"

Before the words were even finished, the two figures moved almost simultaneously!

Xue Yang's crimson outfit fluttered in the wind, and his body was steaming with scalding crimson spiritual energy. He stomped hard on the bluestone slab of the martial arts stage, and with a "crack," the slab cracked open with spiderweb-like fine lines. He shot out like an arrow released from a bow!

His eyes were bloodshot, a defiant smile played on his lips, and his muscles were taut. Every step he took carried immense force, making the stone slabs beneath his feet thud like drums, striking the hearts of everyone present.

In contrast, Li Hu, dressed in a black outfit, stood tall and straight like a pine tree. Without any fancy moves, he unleashed a burst of spiritual energy with his feet and shot out just as fast as Xue Yang!

His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and his body was surrounded by dark black spiritual energy. His aura was terrifyingly steady, without the slightest extra fluctuation, like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, seemingly calm but actually full of murderous intent.

The once noisy crowd around the martial arts arena fell silent instantly, even their breathing became cautious, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them, their hearts pounding wildly as they followed their movements.

On the high platform, the sect leader and elders sat up straight, their eyes full of anticipation. Xue Yang's fierceness was well-known throughout the Lingxu Sect, and his physical strength was unmatched. As for Li Hu, he had been incredibly low-key since the registration began, and no one knew his background.

Wei Yu, Xuan Qing, Han Xuanxuan, and Xia Gui squeezed into the front row, their palms sweating.

"Brother Wei Yu, look at Li Hu's demeanor, he's no ordinary person!" Xuan Qing lowered his voice, his tone full of tension. "His aura is so steady, he doesn't seem like an outer disciple at all!"

Han Xuanxuan hugged the little rabbit doll tightly, her brows furrowed, and whispered, "Senior Brother Xueyang, you must win! Please don't get hurt!"

Xia Gui clenched her little fists, her face resolute: "Senior Brother Xueyang is the strongest, he'll definitely win!"

Wei Yu's gaze was grave as he stared intently at Li Hu's movements. He slowly spoke, "This Li Hu is no ordinary person. His posture and gait exude an inexplicable discipline, unlike the casualness of a cultivator. Rather, he seems more like... a soldier who has undergone countless trials!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a few low gasps came from the crowd. Several time travelers who were also from the 21st century had their eyes light up instantly and exchanged knowing glances.

"Holy crap! This Li Hu is definitely a former soldier!"

"That's right! Look at his posture: chest out, stomach in, center of gravity low, arms hanging naturally—that's a standard military alert posture!"

"And his eyes—sharp yet calm, without the slightest hint of panic. Only a soldier tempered in real combat could have such eyes!"

"It's over, it's over! Senior Brother Xueyang has met his match. Military combat techniques emphasize speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, aiming to defeat the enemy in one move. Senior Brother Xueyang's fierceness may not be able to gain the upper hand!"

The whispers, though not loud, reached the ears of those around them with remarkable accuracy. Everyone looked at Li Hu with shock, their gazes now filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Just then, two figures rushed to the center of the martial arts arena, less than three zhang away!

Li Hu spoke first, his voice deep and powerful, without a single superfluous word. He bowed slightly to Xue Yang, his tone respectful yet not humble: "Senior Brother Xue Yang, you flatter me!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire training ground, carrying a soldier's unique toughness that sent a shiver down one's spine.

Xue Yang laughed heartily, his laughter so loud it seemed to vibrate the surrounding air. He patted his natal longsword and said arrogantly, "Hahaha, Junior Brother Li Hu, enough with the formalities!"

"I'd long heard that a formidable character had emerged from the outer sect, one who followed a brute-force approach. Seeing him today, I can confirm his reputation is well-deserved!"

"Enough with the nonsense, let's see what you've got. Let me see if your fierce strength can withstand my longsword!"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Yang's eyes flashed with killing intent. He clenched his right hand and the basic natal longsword at his waist was instantly drawn. With a crisp "clang", the cold and sharp longsword cut through the air and slashed towards Li Hu with a piercing sound!

Crimson spiritual energy spread wildly across the longsword, like burning flames, and a wave of heat swept over, even making the air around the martial arts arena slightly hot.

Li Hu, facing Xue Yang's unstoppable strike, remained completely calm. His eyes were still sharp as an eagle's, and with a sudden flick of his right hand, a black, strangely shaped triangular military dagger instantly appeared in his hand!

The triangular bayonet was shaped like a three-edged column with extremely sharp edges. It had no superfluous decorations, yet it exuded a deadly chill. When sunlight shone on it, it reflected a cold, icy light that sent shivers down one's spine—it was the iconic cold weapon of modern firearms, the triangular bayonet!

"Holy crap! What kind of weapon is that? Its design is so weird!"

"It looks incredibly sharp, even more intimidating than a regular dagger. Can this thing withstand Senior Brother Xueyang's longsword?"

"Hey fellow transmigrators, do you know what this is? It looks so familiar!"

Several time travelers in the crowd exclaimed again, their eyes filled with shock: "Holy crap! A triangular bayonet! That's standard issue for soldiers! A deadly weapon for close-quarters combat, with extremely high penetrating power; the wounds it causes are practically impossible to stitch up!"

"My God! Li Hu actually brought this to the competition; is he planning a hand-to-hand combat?"

"Senior Brother Xueyang is in danger! This triangular bayonet may look small, but it's incredibly lethal. Moreover, a soldier's thrusting technique is fast, accurate, and ruthless; one strike can subdue an enemy. Senior Brother Xueyang's longsword might not be able to defend against it!"

The elders on the high platform frowned, their eyes filled with doubt and wariness: "What kind of weapon is this? Its shape is strange, and its aura is icy cold; it doesn't seem to be a magical artifact from the cultivation world!"

The sect leader stroked his beard, his gaze fixed intently on the triangular military dagger in Li Hu's hand. He slowly spoke, "This thing exudes a murderous aura of real combat. It doesn't seem like a magical artifact used for cultivation; it's more like... a deadly weapon! This Li Hu is no ordinary person!"

Just as everyone was discussing this, Li Hu made his move!

He gripped the triangular military dagger, suddenly lowered his body, lowered his center of gravity, and moved with incredible agility, charging towards Xueyang like a cheetah!

His movements were devoid of any frills; every step was precise and fast-paced, displaying the crispness characteristic of a soldier. There was no hesitation or slackness, clearly demonstrating assassination skills honed through countless trials.

"Well done!" Xue Yang's fighting spirit intensified. He shouted and exerted force on his longsword once more. His crimson spiritual power surged, and his sword strike became even more ferocious. He slashed down fiercely at Li Hu's triangular military dagger!

Everyone held their breath, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the clash between the two, their hearts pounding, and they dared not even breathe.

The next second, "Clang—!"

A deafening roar, even more piercing than Wang Tiezhu's Destruction Barrett, shook the entire training ground violently. The bluestone slabs beneath their feet cracked even more, and fragments of stone flew everywhere!

The longsword and the triangular bayonet clashed violently, their cold light intertwining and their spiritual energy colliding. A huge shockwave erupted from the point of impact, sweeping outwards and causing the robes of the surrounding disciples to flutter wildly, even their hair to become disheveled.

Xue Yang felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and a tremendous force came from the long sword, spreading from his arm to his whole body. He involuntarily took three steps back, leaving three deep footprints on the bluestone slab.

Li Hu was also not feeling well. His hand holding the triangular military dagger was slightly numb, and he took two steps back, but he still maintained a defensive posture, his eyes still sharp, without the slightest panic.

"Holy crap! That's terrifying force!"

"My god! The two are evenly matched? Senior Brother Xueyang's strength is unmatched in the entire Lingxu Sect, yet this Li Hu can actually withstand his full-force attack!"

"This was so exciting! This is a true, fierce battle, a hundred times better than the previous matches!"

"Look at Li Hu's posture, still so perfect, not messy at all. Is this the discipline of a soldier? Amazing!"

A deafening roar of cheers and screams erupted from the crowd; everyone was utterly stunned by this breathtaking attack.

Wei Yu's expression turned solemn as he slowly spoke, "Li Hu's strength is in no way inferior to Xue Yang's, and his technique for generating power is quite unique. It's not the brute force of a cultivator's spiritual energy, but a perfect combination of spiritual energy and physical strength. This is a soldier's combat technique—fast, accurate, and ruthless, with no unnecessary waste!"

Xuan Qing nodded repeatedly, his face full of shock: "Yes, Brother Wei Yu, Junior Brother Li Hu is too amazing! He actually managed to withstand Senior Brother Xue Yang's full-force attack and didn't even lose ground!"

Xue Yang shook his numb arm, his arrogant smile growing even stronger, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Hahaha! Good! Well done, Junior Brother Li Hu!"

"I didn't expect there to be such a master as you in the outer sect. It seems I underestimated you before!"

Li Hu nodded slightly, his tone still calm: "Senior Brother Xueyang is incredibly strong, I admire him. However, from now on, I won't hold back!"

The moment the words left their mouths, the two of them moved almost simultaneously!

Without the slightest hesitation or further probing, the two charged at each other like bolts of lightning, faster and more intense than before!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The longsword and the triangular bayonet clashed again, once, twice, three times... In just a few seconds, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows, the sounds of their collisions rising and falling, making people's ears ring.

On the bluestone slab, pebbles flew everywhere, spiritual energy intertwined, and crimson and black spiritual energy collided, like water and fire that could not coexist, bursting out dazzling light. The entire martial arts arena was enveloped by this powerful aura.

Xueyang's swordplay was fierce and domineering, each strike carrying immense power, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable. As the longsword was swung, the wind howled, and crimson spiritual energy burned, almost igniting the air.

Li Hu's stabbing technique, however, was completely different. It was simple, neat, and precise, without any unnecessary fancy movements. Every thrust was aimed directly at Xueyang's vital points, as fast as lightning and with extremely tricky angles. This was the essence of military stabbing: fast, accurate, and ruthless, defeating the enemy in one move!

He gripped a triangular bayonet, nimbly dodging Xueyang's longsword while constantly searching for openings. Each thrust carried a deadly intent; the sharp edges of the bayonet sliced ​​through the air, leaving behind chilling marks.

"Netherworld Thorn!"

Suddenly, Li Hu shouted loudly, his voice deep and powerful. The black spiritual power around him surged instantly, and his figure flashed, his speed reaching its limit, almost turning into a blur. The three-edged military dagger in his hand, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, stabbed fiercely towards Xue Yang's chest!

This thrust was as fast as lightning, with a tricky angle, without any warning. Moreover, spiritual energy was concentrated at the tip of the military dagger, making it extremely penetrating. Clearly, Li Hu was serious and wanted to defeat his enemy in one move!

"Oh no! Senior Brother Xueyang, be careful!"

A gasp rippled through the audience. Han Xuanxuan covered her eyes in shock, too scared to look any longer. Xia Gui clenched her fists, her face pale and tense.

The elders on the platform also stood up, their eyes filled with worry. The sect leader frowned, his palms slightly sweaty—this thrust was too fast and too fierce; there was simply no time to dodge!

But at this critical moment, a fierce glint flashed in Xue Yang's eyes. Without the slightest panic, he steadied himself, gripped the long sword tightly in his right hand, and the crimson spiritual energy around him spread wildly, instantly covering the entire blade!

"Burning Sun Technique!"

Xueyang roared, his voice booming and resounding throughout the entire area. His crimson spiritual power instantly ignited, like a raging fire. Flames surged from his longsword, and rolling heat waves swept over, even distorting the surrounding air.

Instead of dodging, he met Li Hu's triangular bayonet head-on and slashed down fiercely!

This strike, imbued with all of Xue Yang's spiritual power, was fierce, domineering, and unstoppable. Flames enveloped the longsword, making it resemble a fire dragon that swept towards Li Hu's triangular military dagger!

"clang--!"

Another deafening roar erupted, more violent than any of the previous collisions. A massive shockwave burst forth once more, cracking a large crater in the bluestone slab of the martial arts arena. Debris flew everywhere, some even hurtling towards the ground below, only to be blocked by the surrounding elders' spiritual power.

Li Hu felt a scalding force emanating from the triangular military dagger, spreading along his arm to his entire body. His arm was instantly burned, and his black spiritual energy was suppressed by the crimson flames. He involuntarily took five steps back, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Xueyang was also forced back three steps by the reaction force, his chest heaving slightly, his breathing becoming rapid, and his hand holding the long sword trembling slightly. However, his eyes remained arrogant and full of fighting spirit, showing no sign of retreat.

"Holy crap! That was close! Just now, I thought Senior Brother Xueyang was going to get stabbed!"

"My god! The Burning Sun Technique is too powerful! The flames are raging, and it actually suppressed Junior Brother Li Hu's Netherworld Thorn!"

"Junior Brother Li Hu is too ruthless! He actually went for the kill! If that stab had hit Senior Brother Xueyang, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

"But Senior Brother Xueyang is too audacious! He didn't dodge or flinch, but instead met the attack head-on. That's the true path of fierce power!"

Cheers and murmurs rose and fell among the crowd. Everyone was terrified by the thrilling duel, their hearts pounding, and at the same time, they were utterly shocked by the fierceness of the two men.

Li Hu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still sharp, showing no sign of backing down, but rather growing even more determined. He moved his burned arm, his tone still calm: "Senior Brother Xueyang, excellent skill! The Burning Sun Technique truly lives up to its reputation!"

"However, the game has only just begun!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Hu moved again!

He gripped a triangular military dagger, and the black spiritual energy around him surged once more. His figure flickered frequently like a ghost, moving at an extreme speed that made it almost impossible to see his form. Only black afterimages could be seen moving rapidly across the martial arts stage.

Instead of confronting him head-on, he used his speed advantage to move around Xueyang, searching for his weaknesses. At the same time, he would thrust out his triangular military dagger from time to time, each thrust aimed directly at Xueyang's vital points, as fast as lightning and at tricky angles.