Set a goal, and the system takes over the body.

The two clashed, dodging and weaving, their fists and palms colliding.

Qu Jiuge's movements were agile.

Pang Yilie, on the other hand, remained as steady as a rock.

Each of his palm strikes was powerful and heavy, forcing Qu Jiuge to constantly move around.

"Huh? Another early-stage Inner Strength Realm cultivator?"

"Qingshan Martial Arts School actually produced two Inner Strength Realm experts this year? It's a pity they didn't have enough time to accumulate experience. If they had another year, they might actually be able to defeat Pang Yilie of Zhentian Martial Arts School."

Someone sighed regretfully.

A duel between martial artists at the Inner Strength Realm cannot be concealed in the eyes of a master of the Bone-Rending Realm.

The moment a move is made, the trajectory of the flow of energy and the points of energy conversion will be discerned.

Pang Yilie's cultivation level was higher, and his internal strength was also stronger.

His palm strikes contained a cunning hidden force; with each clash of fist and palm, that hidden force would seep into the bones of Qu Jiuge's arm.

Qu Jiuge's internal force was mostly dispersed by the opponent's internal force.

After only thirty-odd moves, Qu Jiuge was already struggling to keep up, her steps became unsteady, and her breathing became heavy.

However, by relying on the many variations of the Five Animal Fist, such as the deer form for dodging, the ape form for closing in, and the tiger form for hard-hitting, he managed to stabilize his position despite being at a disadvantage and remained undefeated.

pity.

His biggest weakness is his short training time and lack of sufficient practical experience.

His ability to deconstruct moves was flawless, but when faced with Pang Yilie's endless feints and variations, his reactions were often a beat too slow, causing him to fall into the opponent's trap.

After persisting for more than twenty moves, Pang Yilie seized an opening after a feint and struck him squarely in the chest with a palm strike, the force penetrating his body.

Qu Jiuge was sent flying backwards and crashed onto the martial arts stage.

"Thump thump thump thump thump!"

Qu Jiuge landed and took six large steps back, each step making a crisp sound on the bluestone slab.

Several bluestone slabs on the ground were crushed and cracked from being stepped on.

Although he didn't have his arm bones broken like Xu Yi, his chest was still churning with blood and qi, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the bluestone slab.

His face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently, but he was still standing and did not fall down.

"Heh, Aoyama Martial Arts School, so weak!"

Pang Yilie stood on the martial arts platform, looking down at Qu Jiuge who was spitting blood, and mocked her with disdain.

But inwardly, he couldn't help but curse as a pity.

He originally intended to cripple Qu Jiuge. That palm strike had already used nine-tenths of his hidden strength, which should have been enough to cripple a martial artist who had just entered the Inner Strength Realm.

Unexpectedly, Qu Jiuge was stronger than he had imagined. Although his actual combat ability was slightly weaker, his reaction was quick. Just as his palm force was about to be released, Qu Jiuge twisted his body and deflected three-tenths of the hidden force.

Pity.

Without leaving the martial arts stage, Pang Yilie continued to look at Qingshan Martial Arts School with an arrogant air, his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his lips.

"The remaining three cowards, come on up! I can take on all three of you by myself!"

The scene erupted in uproar.

Zhentian Martial Arts School is really trying to crush Qingshan Martial Arts School to death.

One humiliation after another, the methods becoming increasingly ugly, are aimed at completely severing the foundation of Qingshan Martial Arts School in Tianfu City.

"Mr. Chen, isn't this against the rules?"

Some people have raised questions.

Old Chen slowly shook his head, his white beard fluttering slightly in the wind: "The Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament has always been a one-on-one contest, with the winner and loser each step back, but there is no rule that the winner cannot continue to challenge the next one."

"This action is compliant with regulations."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

Some people smiled wryly, some shook their heads, and some simply enjoyed watching the show.

Over the years, everyone has been concerned about saving face and hasn't done anything too outrageous.

To put it bluntly, we see each other all the time, and nobody wants to push things too far.

Therefore, the established rules of the martial arts competition were not broken.

But right now.

The people from Zhentian Martial Arts School broke the rules first, but they did not actually violate the rules of the martial arts tournament, so others had no reason to continue to stop them.

Rules are rules, but face is something you earn yourself.

Aoyama Martial Arts School had to shoulder the burden itself.

"I'll do it!"

Meng Zhao was about to take to the martial arts stage with a stern face, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, when Qi Xiuyuan stopped him.

"Junior Brother Meng, let me do it."

Meng Zhao quickly shook his head, saying anxiously, "No, Senior Brother, that guy deliberately forced you up there. If I go up, at least I can exchange a few blows with him. Senior Brother, you..."

He didn't say what he was going to say, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

You can't even sense the flow of qi and blood, so you won't have the power to fight back. You'll only be humiliated even more.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Qi Xiuyuan patted Meng Zhao on the shoulder, his tone calm.

"Senior Brother, be careful! That guy's palm strike is very strong, and his internal force is also very tricky. Don't try to take it head-on," Qu Jiuge said in a deep voice, clutching his chest.

Qi Xiuyuan nodded slightly to him and continued walking towards the martial arts stage.

Many eyes turned to it.

Some were worried, some were curious, some were gloating, and some were just waiting to see what would happen.

Hong Tianxiao, the leader of the Iron Fist Sect, looked at Qi Xiuyuan with great interest.

"A top-grade Qi and Blood Pill, this is a real hot commodity."

"I have also heard about this matter, and the people I sent did indeed purchase a top-grade Qi and Blood Pill from the Green Mountain Martial Arts School. The medicinal effect is pure, without a doubt."

The owner of a martial arts school nodded in agreement.

On the other side, someone chimed in, "High-grade Qi and Blood Pills are rare commodities. Even with money, you might not be able to buy them. If Qi Xiuyuan focused on alchemy, he would become a prominent figure sooner or later. Why bother struggling in martial arts?"

"It's a pity that for a martial arts school to participate in the competition, only one member from the direct lineage must be sent. That's the rule. Qingshan Martial Arts School only has one direct lineage member, and he just happens to be a stubborn one. Wouldn't it be better to just admit defeat? Knowing that he can't win, he still goes up there. That's just asking for trouble."

"Isn't it all for the sake of saving face?"

Some people shook their heads and sighed.

"Elder Chen, Qi Xiuyuan is unable to sense Qi and blood, and is just an ordinary person. However, he has a good talent for alchemy and can already stably refine high-grade Qi and blood pills. Given time, he will surely benefit many martial artists in Yizhou. At the critical moment, I urge Elder Chen to intervene and stop him, lest the people from Zhentian Martial Arts Academy really cripple him."

Xia Chengyan spoke.

An alchemist who can consistently refine high-grade Qi and Blood Pills is far more valuable than an Inner Strength Realm martial artist.

Old Chen raised his eyes slightly and carefully examined Qi Xiuyuan.

Seeing that he walked steadily and his breathing was even, he didn't seem to be going to his death, but rather to keep a promise.

He glanced at Pang Qing, the master of Zhentian Martial Arts School, again.

The other party appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned, with a faint smile playing on his lips, clearly indicating that he had no intention of intervening in Pang Yilie's actions.

Old Chen sighed inwardly, then reluctantly began to speak.

"A challenge should only be initiated when cultivation levels are similar. The two of you are vastly different in strength, so you must not go for the kill. Do you all understand?"

Pang Yilie glanced at his father, Pang Qing, whose eyelids twitched slightly before returning to their half-closed state.

He immediately understood, turned around and cupped his hands in a fist salute to Old Chen.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I will spare his life."