PFC Chapter 47 The astonished crowd, Ruan Fei gets punished.
Chapter 47 The astonished crowd, Ruan Fei gets punished.
At this moment, ring number six is undoubtedly the focus of the entire arena.
Li Wudao and Song Cheng were having a blast, unleashing dazzling martial arts techniques with reckless abandon, their brilliance radiating everywhere.
"Does this kid have no end to his stamina?"
Song Cheng secretly groaned inwardly.
He used every ounce of his strength, but still couldn't win.
Fortunately, Li Wudao was in even worse condition.
At this moment, the boy's breathing was very disordered, his face was increasingly pale, and he looked like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.
"Just a little bit more, lose it!"
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Song Cheng roared inwardly and slammed his fist down hard.
This was his strongest attack; even a martial artist of the same realm would be severely injured if struck by it.
however,
Li Wudao, with a sudden burst of strength, dodged the attack, leaving behind a blurry afterimage.
"what?!"
Song Cheng stood there, stunned, questioning the meaning of life.
What just happened?
Wait, where are they?
He looked around, but there was no sign of Li Wudao.
Holy crap, what the hell? Where did such a big person go?
Song Cheng was dumbfounded. He rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
"Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly, Li Wudao's voice rang out from behind him.
Song Cheng was immediately terrified.
He turned around and, without even looking, threw a punch.
As a result, there was only empty air in front of him, and he couldn't see a single ghost.
"........"
Song Cheng transformed into a mask of pain, feeling somewhat powerless.
Just when it seemed they were about to defeat their opponent, Li Wudao suddenly displayed a ghostly movement technique, making it impossible to touch him at all.
How can I beat this horse?
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the 'Cloud Wandering Shadow Step'. I can't believe he actually mastered it!"
"He flashed past, leaving afterimages, and circled behind in an instant... Hiss... This kid has actually reached the 'mastery' level!"
"Excellent! You've mastered a low-grade Heavenly Rank movement technique in just three months. Such comprehension would make you one of the most outstanding individuals in the sect even ten thousand years ago!"
"That's not all. Elders, you probably don't know that this young man personally instructed other disciples in martial arts training at the training ground a month ago, with remarkable results..."
"Hiss~ Is that so! In that case, this kid's comprehension is even more monstrous than we imagined, truly unparalleled in the sect, unprecedented in history!"
A collective gasp rippled through the audience, and many elders looked on in astonishment, their expressions filled with disbelief and wonder.
Previously, although they were also optimistic about Li Wudao, their expectations were far lower than this.
Now, having heard that Li Wudao had once given him on-site guidance on the true teachings and helped him gain some insights, he was immediately astonished, considering him a genius.
Such comprehension surpasses the realm of genius; in the vast Eastern Wilderness, it is likely impossible to find anyone who can rival him.
"Haha, congratulations, Sect Master! With Jiang Churan and Li Wudao here, our Xuantian Sect is destined to prosper!"
"There are rumors circulating outside that the Xuantian Sect is gradually weakening and that it will fall out of the ranks of first-class sects within fifty years. Now I want to see which grandson dares to spread such rumors!"
"The secret realm will open in exactly half a month; it's time to teach the other two top-tier sects a lesson!"
“Indeed, our disciples have been suppressed and beaten for years, and now it’s time for them to get their revenge.”
Some of the more belligerent elders were filled with fighting spirit, their faces beaming with pride.
"Good lad, you're such a prodigy. I underestimated you during the entrance exam."
Murong Yan laughed heartily; he hadn't been this happy in a long time.
"Hmm? Something's not right, there's something strange about this kid's aura..."
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he probed with his divine sense.
With his cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Martial Venerable Realm, he immediately sensed something was amiss.
Li Wudao's breathing was so chaotic yet so orderly, it was as if it were done on purpose.
You might be able to fool others, but you can't fool him.
Other than that,
He could also faintly sense a vast, boiling blood energy within the boy's body, hidden deep within his meridians and internal organs, restrained yet unleashed, as unrestrained as a boundless ocean, and exceptionally intense.
"This blood essence, as pure as the blazing sun, could it be... could it be..."
Murong Yan stared intently at the boy on the arena, who was being beaten and running away with his head in his hands. His expression changed constantly, and he was extremely serious.
A storm raged within him.
The blood and qi within Li Wudao's body were extremely similar to the description of the "Pure Yang Sacred Body" he had seen in ancient texts.
The distance was too great; even his divine sense could only detect a trace, making it impossible to be certain.
"It seems we need to find an opportunity to make contact. If he truly is a Pure Yang Holy Body, then our sect may really have a chance to return to its peak!"
Murong Yan stared blankly at the boy, lost in thought.
He did not tell anyone about this discovery, partly because the matter of the Holy Communion was of great importance.
On the other hand, he has not yet reached a conclusion and is afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
at the same time.
On the arena, Li Wudao changed his strategy, using his footwork to dart around the arena, leaving a trail of afterimages, but he refused to fight Song Cheng.
"Kid, don't you dare run away!"
Song Cheng was panting heavily, like an angry dog chasing after him, his face grim.
He had strength, but nowhere to vent it, like hitting a ball of cotton.
Uh... to be precise, in the air.
"If you're so capable, then don't chase after me."
Li Wudao retorted, his feet moving with the speed of the wind, leaving the other party unable to even touch a corner of his clothes.
"If you don't run, I won't chase you."
"If you don't run, you can hit me. Only a fool wouldn't run."
"Hmph, even if you win by relying on your agility, it won't be honorable."
"I don't care, as long as we can win."
"......"
The onlookers were stunned.
Some disciples were speechless. Inner disciples were chasing after and beating up the true disciples. Was this scene for real?
And these sharp words are so different from the refined and easy-going Senior Brother Li I remember.
It feels a bit like he's being a scoundrel.
"Brother Li is truly interesting..."
Akiko was taken aback.
"really."
Wang Zhao's expression was strange as he slowly uttered two words.
"What on earth is this guy doing? Is he playing around?!"
Jiang Churan's blood pressure rose as she looked at it, and she turned her head away, unable to bear to look directly at it.
She was too embarrassed to say that she knew Li Wudao.
Shameful, so shameful.
"That brat, he really can't take praise..."
"How dare a true disciple of the lineage avoid battle!"
The sect's high-ranking members looked uneasy, and some elders were even so angry that they were blowing their beards and glaring.
At this moment, the vast majority of people were disappointed and speechless at Li Wudao's performance.
Little did they know, this was exactly what Li Wudao wanted.
"Damn it, if I keep fighting like this, I won't even believe it myself. How am I supposed to fool that idiot Qi Xingyu?"
Li Wudao muttered to himself.
If the battle were ended at the beginning, all the previous efforts would be wasted.
Even if he can end the battle quickly, even if a discerning person can see that he is hiding his true strength.
But as long as the combat power they demonstrate does not exceed Qi Xingyu's expectations, that's enough.
Movement techniques can increase strength without being too conspicuous, making them sufficiently deceptive.
He only needs to exhaust Song Cheng's strength to take him down in one fell swoop.
It's a bit of a rip-off, but as long as we win, that's fine.
"Haha, this kid has reached his limit. Now he can only flee in panic and doesn't dare to confront Song Cheng at all."
Ruan Fei's mouth almost stretched to the back of his ears, and he was so excited that he danced with joy.
Sun Qian also smiled, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
If Li Wudao's position becomes secure, then she and the Sun family will have no good days ahead.
Now, seeing the boy being chased and beaten, unable to fight back, is heartbreaking.
Seeing her disheveled appearance, she seemed to see the sycophants who used to fawn over her again, and a smirk appeared on her face.
Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the two were still locked in a battle.
Just as everyone was getting drowsy, a sudden change occurred on the stage.
"Damn it, how can this kid run so fast? He's like a mudfish!"
Song Cheng stood by the ring, sweating profusely and panting heavily.
Even now, his physical strength is almost completely depleted, yet he still cannot do anything to Li Wudao.
"It's about time, it's time to end this."
Li Wudao figured that Qi Xingyu should have no doubts about winning now.
In the blink of an eye, he left an afterimage and appeared beside Song Cheng.
Then, amidst the other party's panicked gaze, he kicked out.
"boom--"
With a muffled groan, Song Cheng was caught off guard and kicked squarely, flying straight off the stage.
At this point, the battle is over.
Coincidentally, the hour was almost up, and Li Wudao "barely" managed to retain his place in the top ten.
"what?!"
"No, this... will it work?"
The expressions on everyone's faces varied, and they all seemed dazed.
They had an indescribable sense of absurdity; this victory was both hard-won and easy.
Moreover, this scene seemed somewhat familiar.
It's exactly the same winning formula as the previous few games!
"Useless! Every single one of them is utterly useless!"
Ruan Fei's face instantly turned ashen, and he burst into a tirade of curses.
He had been scheming and plotting for so long.
As a result, these people couldn't even subdue a young man who had just joined the sect, and their anger was about to burst forth.
However, he was so agitated that he cursed on the spot, which immediately displeased the surrounding disciples.
"You little brat, who the hell are you calling names?"
"Ruan Fei, you think you're all grown up now? You even dare to curse me?"
"I have a fiery temper. Others may be afraid of your dad, but I'm not!"
"I've been annoyed by this kid for a while now, I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"
Among the spectators were many senior disciples, some of whom had backgrounds no less impressive than the Third Elder of the Inner Sect. They were not about to swallow this insult.
Immediately, a hot-tempered young man stepped forward, grabbed Ruan Fei by the collar like a chick, and pulled him out.
"Brother Yang, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."
Upon seeing the newcomer, Ruan Fei's face turned ashen, and his smile looked more like a grimace.
This person's background and strength far surpass his own; even his father treats him with respect, making him someone he simply cannot afford to offend.
"Misunderstanding? I'll fucking misunderstanding you!"
The young man sneered, holding Ruan Fei in one hand and slapping him repeatedly with the other.