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Chapter 45 Delivering Water (Please Subscribe!)

The Ninth Arena.

Li Yuan suddenly felt a sense of unease, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

Turning around, he was met with Dong Guan's unfriendly gaze.

Dong Guan neither dodged nor avoided the attack; his gaze was filled with hatred.

What happened?

Although Dong Guan is strong, he has no past grudges against me, nor any recent enmity. How could he...?

Are they targeting me?

That's not right.

Could it be that he sees me as a potential rival?

In the previous matches, I deliberately concealed my true cultivation level.

Moreover, there are two winners in each group of contestants, so there is absolutely no need for him to keep focusing on one person.

Why is that?

Could it be...?

Li Yuan had a bold guess in his mind.

Dong Guan had visited the Xie family's viewing platform multiple times, and he had just refused Xie Yu's invitation... That couldn't be, could it? But then he thought about it again and couldn't think of any other reason.

Now, only one round remains in the ninth arena, with only three contestants left: Dong Guan, Li Yuan, and Liu Quan.

Only one match is needed to determine who advances to the finals.

A gong sounds.

Li Yuan and Dong Guan both looked at the clerk announcing the news on the arena.

"Next match, Dong Guan will face..."

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In the rest area of ​​the fifth arena diagonally opposite, Sun Lu kept her ear turned to listen to what was happening in the ninth arena.

Hearing this announcement, her heart jumped again.

Li Yuan frowned slightly.

Dong Guan stopped breathing.

The minor official looked around, his gaze finally settling on a figure in the rest area of ​​the tenth arena. "Liu Quan!"

Sun Lu let out a long breath, and then a smile appeared on her face.

What kind of weird luck is Li Yuan? How can he get a bye?

If I am chosen, a bloody battle with Dong Guan is inevitable.

Now it's great, I can clear the game without taking any damage!

Li Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

We can now focus on preparing for the finals.

However, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he prepared to observe Dong Guan's actual combat skills, vaguely feeling that the two would inevitably have a battle sooner or later.

Although I am not afraid, the more I understand, the more secure I am.

Dong Guan slowly walked onto the stage, his face extremely grim.

His cold gaze swept over Li Yuan again, and he sighed inwardly.

This kid is incredibly lucky.

I had planned to humiliate him severely, preferably cripple him, to vent my anger.

But now...

Although his opponent Liu Quan is not considered top-tier in strength, he is still a veteran of the Dark Force realm.

Fighting against them will inevitably result in some losses.

"Dongshan Martial Arts School, White Ape Fist, Liu Quan!" A soft shout interrupted Dong Guan's thoughts.

Dong Guan took a deep breath, stopped thinking about it, and focused on the competition at hand.

"Tiger Might Martial Arts School, Mountain-Opening Fist, Dong Guan!"

The force of the punches was fierce, like a tiger's roar cutting through the air, and the energy surged, forcing all the banners around the platform to be swept back.

Dong Guan and Liu Quan's figures intertwined with unparalleled speed. Each time their fists and arms clashed, a heavy, muffled sound like a drumbeat reverberated, sending shivers down one's spine.

Dong Guan's Mountain-Opening Fist was expansive and powerful, with a force as deep and heavy as a raging tide crashing against the shore. When he threw a punch, the sound of the air cracking was ear-piercing. The fierce and powerful force was concentrated in the fist, and the momentum was awe-inspiring, as if it could destroy mountains and shake peaks.

He pressed forward relentlessly, gradually encroaching on the area surrounding the arena.

Liu Quan could only maneuver within a small space, facing constant danger.

Liu Quan's White Ape Fist is also a fierce and powerful style. His arms are long and whip-like, and the force of the wind tears through the air with each opening and closing. Every move is extremely brave and fierce.

Knowing that Dong Guan's Kai Shan Quan was domineering and unparalleled, he simply abandoned defense and went on the offensive, meeting force with force. He unleashed a set of Heng Suo Lian Jiang, with continuous moves and layered arm shadows, like surging river waves, aiming directly at Dong Guan's vital points such as his heart and throat.

boom!

The two men's fists collided, producing a deafening roar.

Dong Guan staggered back half a step, only to be struck by Liu Quan's claw, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.

If you go any deeper, you'll reach the bone.

Blood gushed out, instantly soaking through his clothes.

Liu Quan was also in bad shape. The Mountain-Splitting Fist struck his chest. Although he avoided his vital organs, he felt his internal organs shake and his blood and qi flow backward. He staggered back three steps, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes gleamed even more fiercely, showing no sign of backing down. Instead, he charged forward again, like a mad tiger.

Exclamations erupted from the stands. Dong Guan was already a well-known figure, but no one expected that Liu Quan was just as formidable. He was truly a master of "hiding his abilities."

Li Yuan watched intently, his mind filled with the intricate patterns of the two men's moves, pondering a way to break their defense.

He could see clearly that Liu Quan's White Ape Fist had reached a state of perfection, his attacks were ruthless, and every move was aimed at vital points. He was by no means an ordinary person.

Dong Guan's Kai Shan Quan (Opening Mountain Fist) is even more consummate. He uses force with ease, seemingly attacking relentlessly, but in reality, he subtly employs techniques of deflecting and borrowing force, always gaining a firm advantage in earth-shattering clashes.

In his view, Liu Quan's defeat was only a matter of time.

"Dong Guan's boxing style is fierce and domineering. Liu Quan should not attack his strengths. If he makes good use of his own advantages, patiently accumulates strength, waits for an opening in his moves, and then strikes back with a heavy blow, he may not be unable to hold his own!"

Liu Quan's loss in this round was not unjust.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, both of them sustained more and more injuries.

Dong Guan's left arm wound continued to bleed, causing him to frown repeatedly.

Liu Quan fought with a reckless, all-or-nothing style, trading injury for injury, but ultimately he couldn't withstand the opponent's relentless and fierce attacks, and his footwork gradually became unsteady.

at last.

Dong Guan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he spotted a flaw in Liu Quan's move. He then shouted in a low voice and unleashed the full power of his Mountain-Splitting Fist.

Caught off guard, Liu Quan was struck as if by a giant hammer, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the arena, raising clouds of dust.

He struggled to sit up, but fell back down with a thud.

Dong Guan stood on the stage, his chest heaving violently, his breathing heavy and labored like a bull panting.

The wound on his left arm was still bleeding, and his face had turned pale.

He looked at Liu Quan, who was lying on the ground, and slowly withdrew his fist.

Although we won this battle, it was a truly pyrrhic victory.

Turning back to look at Li Yuan, who was sitting leisurely in the rest area, he felt a surge of resentment in his chest, his blood rushing to his head, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without a second thought, he let out a long breath, calmed his excitement, and quickly stopped the bleeding.

He found an open space, sat down cross-legged, put the Qi Gathering Pill he had won in the preliminary rounds into his mouth, and began to meditate and recover.

"Li Yuan, congratulations!"

A crisp sound rang out from behind.

Li Yuan turned around and saw that it was Song Ziwei.

Song Ziwei arrived at the stadium stands early and watched Li Yuan from afar, not wanting to disturb him.

After all, she knew that Li Yuan didn't seem to have a very good impression of her.

"So it's Miss Song." Li Yuan was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Song Ziwei would be the first to offer her blessings.

Song Ziwei smiled and stepped forward, handing a delicate little water bag to Li Yuan.

"No need, I didn't even break a sweat," Li Yuan said with a smile.

But seeing Song Ziwei's sincere expression, Li Yuan still symbolically took a small sip.

On the other side, the Qingniuwu community area.

Yang Cheng emerged from the third arena, walking over with a dejected expression. "Master Lin, you've lost!"

"It's alright," Lin Chong said calmly.

But his expression didn't change much.

He knew Yang Cheng's abilities best, so his elimination was expected.

Lin Chong glanced at Yang Cheng only once before returning his gaze to the direction of the tenth arena.

At this moment, a blood-covered youth walked out of the tenth arena, panting heavily, his steps unsteady.

"Master Lin, I have not failed you!"

This person was none other than Lu Qing, the true disciple whom Lin Chong had been longing for.

"Great! That's wonderful!" Lin Chongyi exclaimed excitedly, standing up from his chair.

But after looking Lu Qing up and down, he couldn't help but frown again, feeling sorry for him. "Quickly help Lu Qing down to treat his injuries."

Not meeting Xiao Yichen was ultimately a stroke of luck.

Yang Cheng stepped forward and grabbed Lu Qing's arm. "Junior Brother Lu, how did you get injured like this?"

Lu Qing spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling a rush of blood to his head. He said bitterly, "Don't even mention it. I never expected to run into a master of internal strength who had mastered the Iron Shirt technique."

"Oh." Yang Cheng tensed up.

The hidden strength of external martial arts makes it an opponent that no one wants to encounter.

Such an opponent may not be good at fighting, but his strength lies in his amazing physical defense, making him extremely difficult to defeat.

Not to mention the hidden strength of the Iron Shirt technique.

Junior Brother Lu's victory must have come after a lot of trouble.

"Come on, let me help you to the clinic to treat your injuries."

and many more.

Lu Qing's gaze fell upon Song Ziwei, whom he had secretly admired for a long time, chatting and laughing with Li Yuan not far away.

He even handed his water pouch to Li Yuan.

Lu Qing gritted his teeth, his whole body trembled violently, and his face turned green.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother Lu? Are you alright?" Yang Cheng noticed Lu Qing's emotional change and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I'm fine," Lu Qing squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Indecent!

When I achieve fame and success, I will definitely tie this woman up and make her my sex slave.

"As for that kid Li Yuan..."

After sizing Li Yuan up and down, Lu Qing's twisted face revealed a sneer. Judging from this, he must have already admitted defeat, right?

That's all the ambition you've got!

From now on, he won't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!

Li Yuan bid farewell to Song Ziwei and walked slowly toward them, his steps unhurried.

"Master Lin, I'm fortunate to have advanced." Li Yuan clasped his hands in a fist salute and said calmly.

"Not bad," Lin Zhong said.

"Junior Brother Li, congratulations!" Yang Cheng said.

puff-

Lu Qing's blood and qi churned violently, and he couldn't hold it in, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Junior Brother Lu, are you really alright?"

(P.S.: 15000 words updated, thank you for your support!)