"Heh heh, Senior Brother, your words are quite absurd. No one understands this competition better than I do. I think Brother Hu Yi must be advocating harmony. After all, Taoist Yi Chengzi is the one who returned the token to the old Heavenly Master. How could we let him lose face?"
This ti, the Heavenly Master let Yi Taoist compete against the top contender as a gesture of reciprocity, to boost Yi Taoist’s fa on behalf of our Dragon Tiger Mountain’s pride.
I guess it will probably end in a draw again, but it’s actually Brother Long Yi giving face to a minor figure, didn’t Brother Dao Yi challenge a True Person while he was in the Qi Refinent Realm?"
A disciple with a different opinion spoke out, and this one was quite distinctive with his full head of blonde hair, making gestures as if he were playing a violin as he spoke.
As soon as these words ca out, they imdiately gained the support of many disciples.
"Brother Tang indeed lives up to the na of ’Little Zhuge’, seeing very clearly," the ordinary disciples surrounding him complinted one after another.
"I didn’t expect that before becoming a True Person, Long Yi has already condensed his Godly Thunder Seal of Heaven, though sowhat forced, it’s not too bad," a grizzled elder at the main seat nodded his approval.
The great battle was about to erupt.
Glancing deeply in Yue Qingzhu’s direction, Zhang Longyi revealed a proud look on his face, then turned to Yi Chen.
"Yi Taoist, how does my Godly Thunder Seal of Heaven and Dragon Tiger Golden Body compare?" he sneered.
At that mont, pale golden Inner Qi emanated from within Yi Chen, casting a golden sheen over his skin. Yi Chen offered no response to Zhang Longyi’s challenge, but simply extended a finger.
"What does Yi Taoist an by this?"
"What I an is, you talk too much, a single strike will settle you," Yi Chen said, clenching his fist with one hand, as his left arm swelled suddenly, becoming incredibly huge, like Popeye after a can of spinach.
"Arrogant—"
Before Zhang Longyi could finish his words, his pupils shrank suddenly as a tall, pale golden Daoist figure whooshed towards him. With a step of his left foot, the formation-strengthened platform surprisingly cracked.
The fissures continued to spread around the area, with muffled explosions coming from underground.
The Daoist figure, like a surge of tallic tsunami, suddenly closed in. The punch hadn’t yet landed, but the wind pressure already twisted Zhang Longyi’s face, and in the howling gale, he felt a sliver of fear of death.
The turn of events was far beyond his expectations. In a panic, he activated his mana, firing off several thunder snakes and nurous ice blades and wind arrows that shot toward the raging Daoist figure, trying desperately to intercept the furious assault.
However, to the discerning eye, it was clear the ice blades and wind arrows lacked system and coherence, firing off haphazardly, revealing the caster’s utter disarray.
The thunder snakes struck Yi Chen first, fiercely hitting his form and then exploding into a burst of electric sparks before vanishing.
What Yi Chen feared the least was lightning magic, and Zhang Longyi’s hastily conjured thunder snakes were effortlessly dispersed by Yi Chen without him even trying to avoid them.
Then ca the ice blades and wind arrows, pelting Yi Chen like torrential rain on banana leaves, clinking and clanging as if striking tal, a scene that shocked the observers, including Brother Tang, who had previously made lofty comnts, so much so that his jaw nearly dropped.
Pinching his own thigh hard, he watched his junior flinch in pain before he could believe the scene before his eyes.
The towering Daoist figure burst through the bombardnt of various spells, not slowing down but instead speeding up.
Zhang Longyi’s pupils violently shook; all he could feel was a ferocious tiger and a nacing dragon charging at him, an overwhelming aura of malice and killing intent engulfing his body.
Would he die, would he be smashed to pulp, how could this Daoist, how dare he?
Such a fist, so ferocious, how was he to catch it?
Fear of death rendered Zhang Longyi rigid, he closed his eyes and instinctively scread at the top of his lungs, a wail as if he had been grievously wronged.
"Aaah~~~~~"
However, the anticipated excruciating pain did not co. After screaming for a while, Zhang Longyi opened his eyes to see every gaze in the arena fixed on him.
A pale golden fist, hardly smaller than a millstone, hovered just inches from his nose.
Yi Chen withdrew his force and revealed a warm smile.
"Brother Long Yi, stop screaming; we’re just sparring, how could I really kill you?"
"Most of the ti, I have a very good temper,"
At this mont, under the oppressive force of Yi Chen’s punches, Zhang Longyi was already disheveled, a far cry from his usual image of a gentle and refined gentleman.
Even the hairpin that held his hair in place had fallen to the ground.
He couldn’t help but shiver, feeling like a weak crawler under the gaze of a top predator.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
At this mont, Zhang Longyi’s heart was filled with confusion.
After patting Zhang Longyi’s face, Yi Chen picked up the hairpin and carelessly fixed it back into his hair, whispering softly,
"Daoist Longyi, you dropped your hairpin."
After speaking gently, Yi Chen turned around, facing the sunlight; he stretched out his arms wide, yawning a huge lazy yawn, his languid voice echoing in all directions:
"Ah, I’ve long heard of the two prodigies of Dragon Tiger Mountain; I never expected Nan Mu... the Dragon Prodigy to be so deplorably feeble. You truly don’t deserve to be nad alongside Daoist Huyi."
Taking people’s money to act the part.
At such a mont, Yi Chen remained true to his principles, showcasing professional ethics.
His robust physique actually blocked out all the sunlight, leaving Zhang Longyi engulfed in a shadow.
Though there was a large crowd around, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop on the ground.
The spectators were speechless as they watched this scene.
They had imagined many outcos, but no one dared to predict that Zhang Longyi would be defeated so... disgracefully.
Frightened into screaming like a woman.
At this mont, Zhang Longyi was overco with sha and anger, his complexion changing from red to black, from black to white, from white to green, and from green back to red, endlessly cycling like a neon light.
Various emotions intertwined in his heart. Amid his sha and fury, he actually summoned his mana and struck Yi Chen’s back with a heavy palm, producing a sound akin to clashing tal.
Yi Chen suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing coldly.
The aura of a ferocious beast once again spread out.
Zhang Longyi was again shrouded by the breath of death.
His form levitated, his Daoist robe sleeves suddenly burst open, his arms swelled rapidly, revealing large tiger tattoos, looking nacing as if they were ready to devour soone.
"Daoist, spare him!" The elders watching from the stands were taken aback by such a turn of events, their faces changing color. They couldn’t assist in ti and could only shout out to remind Yi Chen.
The tall Daoist in the sky turned a deaf ear as if he was a teor falling from the heavens, suddenly smashing towards the ground in a pale golden streak, kicking up a large cloud of dust.
True Person Yuan Shan and several seniors hurried over at this ti.
Soone waved a sleeve, dispersing the dust.
In this elevated place, enshrouded and reinforced by formations, Zhang Longyi’s sides were blown out into two deep pits by Yi Chen’s power, muddy water oozing out from between the walls of the pits.
"Daoist Longyi, there won’t be a next ti,"
"This ti I have spared your life for the sake of Dragon Tiger Mountain."
Yi Chen’s indifferent voice ca forth as he suddenly rose to his feet, giving a formal bow to the seniors of Dragon Tiger Mountain behind him, then standing quietly to one side, uttering not a word.
In the beginning, Yi Chen did harbor a killing intent, but his rationality made him deviate his punches a bit to the side of Zhang Longyi’s body as they fell.
At this ti, Zhang Longyi was shaking uncontrollably, only to feel a warmth in his trousers as a warm flow slowly seeped out. Seeing the forms of the seniors, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground imdiately.
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