The Martial Saint rose to power starting as a substitute bridegroom.

Chapter 77 Showdown

Some experts who were just watching the spectacle straightened their backs, their eyes burning, and held their breath in concentration.

Cheng Shimo finally revealed his sharpest fangs.

While Li Yuan's thunderous skills in the last fistfight were indeed terrifying, the outcome against this seasoned master of internal energy, who was unassuming and possessed a calm and collected aura, was almost entirely one-sided.

Yang Cheng's brows furrowed tightly. He wondered if Li Yuan had understood the look he had just given him.

But he couldn't speak up to stop it, because any outside intervention at this moment could shake Li Yuan's newly formed composure.

Su Xuan's face was ashen as he whispered, "Senior Brother Yang, the situation is not good."

How could Li Yuanchu, who had just entered the realm of mastery, possibly contend with Qin Lang, who had been immersed in this realm for many years?

This was not only his opinion, but probably also the judgment of the vast majority of people present.

Cheng Shimo's lips curled into a cold smile, his gaze fixed on Li Yuan like a venomous snake: "Today, let a master of the Transformation Realm weigh your own strength!"

On the arena, Li Yuan watched Qin Lang walk steadily towards him, his eyes still calm, but a trace of solemnity flashed deep within.

He inhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling slightly, and the surging blood and qi in his body gradually settled down.

He stepped his left foot back slightly, his body as firmly rooted as an ancient pine tree, his hands one in front of the other, loosely clenched into claws, assuming the starting stance of the Shaking Mountain Fist.

Mode.

Qin Lang stopped three zhang away from Li Yuan.

He didn't adopt any complicated stance; he simply bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and let his hands hang loosely at his sides. His whole being seemed to merge with the ring beneath his feet, and his aura became almost nonexistent.

There were no words, no warning.

The moment their gazes met in the void, an invisible aura collided violently!

The air in the center of the arena seemed to distort slightly, emitting a barely audible buzzing sound.

Moved!

Qin Lang's movements lacked a violent and fierce momentum, yet they were so fast that they defied visual perception.

One moment he was still standing three zhang away, the next moment a hand with thick knuckles and calluses covered with copper coins silently and without any fanfare was "pressed" towards Li Yuan's chest acupoint!

There was no piercing whistle, no surging wind, only a highly refined, chilling, and internally piercing energy, like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait finally baring its fangs, insidious and cunning, penetrating straight through!

"I'll use the Cloud Piercing Hand to break your Mountain-Shaking Fist!"

Unbelievably fast!

It was ruthless and hit the nail on the head!

Absolutely accurate!

The moment he strikes, it's a deadly move with no reservations!

Li Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints!

The opponent's speed, timing, and especially the sinister, bone-piercing power in his palm strike, brought a sense of threat far exceeding that of any previous opponent!

In the blink of an eye, there was no time to think it through!

Li Yuan's right arm muscles tightened instantly like steel wire, his forearm flicked upwards like a snake emerging from its hole, his five fingers joined together to form an invisible "iron chisel," striking first despite being behind, with a strange force that spiraled through and combined hardness and softness, precisely "pointing" at Qin Lang's wrist Shenmen acupoint!

Just as the fingertips were about to touch the skin of the wrist, a slight, sharp rustling sound, like tearing silk, was heard.

Qin Lang's wrist, as if coated with oil or like a boneless snake, slid and twisted in a strange, illogical manner with a tiny, unnatural movement.

The spiraling force that Li Yuan had gathered was like a clay ox entering the sea, dislodged and guided into empty space.

Qin Lang's palm, which was aimed at Li Yuan's chest, was deflected by Li Yuan's body, which swayed slightly backward like a willow catkin at the critical moment. The edge of Qin Lang's palm brushed past Li Yuan's clothes, deflecting the sharpest penetrating edge of Qin Lang's palm.

puff!

With a muffled thud, although most of the energy was dissipated, a wisp of energy still managed to penetrate the body.

Li Yuan smoothly took half a step back, leaving two shallow marks on the bluestone beneath his feet.

A surge of blood and qi rushed through my chest.

Almost simultaneously, at the spot on Qin Lang's wrist where Li Yuan's fingertip touched, a thin tear silently appeared in his gray sleeve, revealing the skin underneath. A tiny but clear red dot appeared, and the surrounding muscles visibly collapsed and trembled slightly.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, followed by a clear look of surprise. He had clearly not expected Li Yuan's reaction and counterattack to be so swift and skillful, causing him to suffer a small loss as well.

In the blink of an eye, swift as a rabbit and a falcon.

The first round of combat ended in an instant!

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

This scene, witnessed by true masters, invariably filled them with trepidation.

Li Yuan's control over his internal energy, his application of force changes, and his ability to adapt to dangerous battle situations are hardly those of a fighter at the hidden strength stage.

He's incredibly shrewd and worldly-wise!

The entire audience held their breath; you could hear a pin drop.

There was no exaggerated display of force like shattering rocks and splitting the earth; only the extreme danger of a tiny, minute struggle within a confined space.

Every silent encounter is a life-or-death struggle of energy, mind, and experience; victory or defeat, even life or death, hinges on those ever-changing, minute details.

Qin Lang's spine suddenly sank like a fully drawn bow, his right knee almost touching the ground, and his left palm pressed down on the ground, his five fingers sinking deep into the rammed earth.

He brought his right fist to his ear, the veins on his fist bulging like the roots of an old tree, and the joints rubbing together made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

He crouched slightly, like a hawk locking onto its prey, one hand seemingly about to choke and kill, the other hand protecting the center gate, his offense and defense in one, his aura sharp and fierce.

Li Yuan took a half step back with his right foot, his heel ploughing two shallow furrows on the rammed earth platform like a plow. His knees bent like a bow, ready to strike, while his back hung like a lazy python. His shoulder blades slowly stretched to the sides, harmonizing the strength of his whole body into a smooth and unobstructed whole.

The two were locked in a silent standoff, their auras intertwined.

The entire audience held their breath; you could hear a pin drop.

A few breaths later, Qin Lang stomped his left foot on the ground!

"Bang!"

The mud and dust exploded, and his body, like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, was suddenly released, transforming into a blurry gray shadow that shot out.

With his right palm and fingers like a knife, he tore through the air and thrust straight at Li Yuan's throat!

Before the fingertips even arrived, the sharp, concentrated wind had already caused goosebumps to rise on Li Yuan's throat.

Li Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, and his left arm twitched like the tip of a whip, striking first despite being behind!

With his five fingers pressed together like a venomous snake raising its head and flicking its tongue, he swiftly pressed the Shenmen acupoint on Qin Lang's wrist!

With a hiss, the fingertip cut through the air, producing a sharp, hissing sound like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. A chilling, bone-piercing force pierced through the air three inches before the skin even made contact!

Qin Lang felt as if his entire right arm meridians were being pierced by a storm of ice needles, causing his blood and qi circulation to suddenly stagnate, and the power of his stabbing hand blade was reduced by three-tenths.

His eyes blazed with ferocity, his attack shifted with lightning speed, his hand transforming into a claw, his knuckles cracking like popping beans, his fingernails even bristling.

With a metallic gray-iron hue and a cruel, bone-crushing force, it gripped Li Yuan's arm tightly!

The Cloud Piercing Hand's killing move is utterly devastating!

This move is insidious and specifically targets the tendons and meridians. Qin Lang once used this move to cripple many masters of the Transformation Realm.

Li Yuan had anticipated this!

His arm skin looked as if it had been smeared with boiling oil. His forearm muscles sank, twisted, and trembled strangely, causing the steel claws, strong enough to shatter iron and stone, to glide past his skin and leave only five gruesome gashes on his coarse cloth sleeve.

Using the momentum of the spin to dissipate the force, Li Yuan slammed his right foot against the ground, his body spinning rapidly like a top. His right arm, propelled by centrifugal force, lashed out with his fingers like a sword, aiming straight for Qin Lang's vital point in the center of his chest!

Before the finger even arrived, the invisible sharpness gathered at the fingertip had already made Qin Lang's heart go numb and his blood surge!

Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shifted his feet, his body drifting backward.

Li Yuan pressed his advantage relentlessly, advancing like a shadow, his feet crushing the blue bricks, his arms swinging out like two heavy steel whips, accompanied by a low, rumbling sound like rolling thunder, pressing down on Qin Lang's shoulders from the left and right!

Peng Yi! ! !

Qin Lang crossed his arms and braced himself upwards like an iron bolt. The point where their arms collided produced a muffled sound like metal clashing against stone, and the air surged.

At that moment, the entire venue fell into dead silence; you could hear a pin drop.

People stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"No, I'm not seeing things, am I? Li Yuan, a mere Inner Strength martial artist, can actually exchange blows directly with a Grandmaster of Transformation Strength?"

"The key is that they're not even at a disadvantage!"

The old man beside Cheng Shimo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his whole body trembled.

Others might not be able to see it, but he, as a master of internal energy, understood it perfectly.

He leaned close to Cheng Shimo's ear and whispered, "Master, this boy has already broken through to the Transformation Realm."

That short sentence caused Cheng Shimo's expression to change drastically in an instant.

Hua Bo has a sharp eye and never makes a mistake.

So that means that Li Yuan, who had mediocre talent, actually broke through to the Transformation Realm.

This is something that is hard to imagine.

How is that possible?