Chapter 458: Chapter 458: Qiao Jiaxi vs Long Tianxing, Battle (One More)
“What powerful montum!”
“I feel like I can’t even take one move from either of the senior brothers.”
“I’m afraid I can’t even withstand the aftershocks!”
Second-generation disciples’ faces changed dramatically as they retreated in fear of being caught in the residual effects of the battle.
Ye Feng stood by the cliff’s edge, quietly watching.
Mo Ying, Shi Lei, Gong Qingqiu, Huo Yunjie, and others all stood by his sides, so with calm expressions, others whispering to each other, and so frowning in observation, each with a different deanor.
They all wanted to know, between Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, who was stronger and more qualified to participate in the sparring session.
“I think, Junior Brother Long can win.”
Shi Lei was the first to express his personal opinion.
“I also think Junior Brother Long is not bad,” Huo Yunjie nodded.
“Then I’ll side with Qiao Junior Brother,” Mo Ying said, arms folded.
“I think that both… mmph mmph!” Wang Ping’an’s words were only halfway out when Shi Lei covered his mouth.
Wang Ping’an wanted to cry but had no tears.
Was it really so hard to just make a statent…
Ye Feng glanced at Wang Ping’an, thinking to himself it was fortunate that this fellow didn’t jinx anything, otherwise, the scales of victory would have tipped.
Then, the fight would have been unfair.
In the high skies.
Qiao Jiaxi clenched his fists tightly, his tenfold montum erupting continuously, fiercely colliding with Long Tianxing’s silver essence radiance.
It was like two wind blades, the montum terrifying.
“Qiao Junior Brother, heed your senior brother’s advice, you’re still young and really not suited for this sparring battle. You won’t be able to handle it, let senior brother take over, I can manage it,” Long Tianxing continued to persuade.
He was the senior brother!
Situations like this were naturally his to handle first!
“Senior Brother, compared to you, I look forward to a vigorous and thrilling battle, only this can allow to break through my limits,” Qiao Jiaxi’s fists began to rise, his aura swelling once again, actually breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to elevenfold!
“Also, although you won the last fight, that can’t count,” Qiao Jiaxi added.
Long Tianxing’s mouth twitched.
Wang Ping’an awkwardly covered his face with his hands, peeping through his fingers at the scene.
“Let’s fight!”
Long Tianxing took in a deep breath, “I want to see if your body cultivation is powerful, or if my Dragonfolk Form is stronger.”
“Fight!”
Qiao Jiaxi also roared.
The montum around both dissipated in an instant, absorbed into their bodies, making their auras even more powerful.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the two had clashed dozens of tis high in the sky, fist to flesh, without any fancy spells, just fists wrapped in heavy force.
Bang bang bang!
Punch shadows filled the air everywhere, it was almost impossible to see the real movent of the arms.
Boom!
Suddenly, Qiao Jiaxi’s fists exceeded the speed of sound, causing a sonic boom, accompanied by a burst of mist that obscured visibility.
Boom!
Long Tianxing was no weaker, his strikes surpassing the speed of sound from the outset.
The two kept clashing high in the sky, causing rings of shockwaves that caused earaches even from a distance, compelling people to cover their ears.
Boom!
Finally, both threw their strongest punches, the recoil numbing their arms, sending their bodies retreating hundreds of ters.
Breathing heavily, they faced each other across the distance.
“Goodness!”
“The senior brothers’ moves are so fast that I can’t catch them at all, leaving in loneliness.”
“Sa here, I can hardly see the battle process, only hearing the endless sonic booms,” said the second-generation disciples as they rubbed their eyes, corners of their mouths twitching.
Ye Feng, however, saw everything clearly and counted out of boredom, realizing that Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing had exchanged a total of three thousand blows.
“The strength of the two is basically the sa, it’s difficult to determine the victor, next, it will co down to a test of endurance,” Mo Ying said, arms folded.
“Agreed,” Huo Yunjie nodded.
Ji Ziling watched the battle while flipping through a book, looking for records about body cultivation and Dragonfolk Clan combat.
“Qiao Junior Brother, you can do it!” Nanny Yan Ruyu waved her small hand.
During regular days, when Qiao Jiaxi practiced body refinent, he often got injured, and it was Yan Ruyu who treated him.
Over ti, their relationship had actually beco quite good.
Even though the feelings between the first-generation disciples were all good, the bond between Qiao Jiaxi and Yan Ruyu was deeper.
It was like… a sister’s care for her younger brother.
“Junior Brother Long, you can’t go easy on him!” Jia Yulan instead supported Long Tianxing.
The two of them ca from noble families in Whitefloat City; their connection was closer.
Li Zilong smacked his lips and said, “Both of them are very strong. In a sa-level battle without spiritual artifacts, I am definitely no match for them.”
“Who says otherwise?” Gong Qingqiu also genuinely praised.
If a real fight were to break out, in a sa-level battle, she felt that she would not be a match for Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi either.
In the high skies.
Long Tianxing shouted, “Qiao Junior Brother, I don’t want to hurt you, so I won’t use my silver claws, but I still have a way to defeat you.”
At those words, Qiao Jiaxi’s face darkened.
Long Tianxing’s strongest aspect wasn’t the physical body under his Dragonfolk Form, but those claws wrapped in silver light.
Although knowing his physical body was strong, Qiao Jiaxi dared not harden himself to take on Long Tianxing’s silver claws.
With slight carelessness, there was a possibility he could be cleaved open.
“Senior Brother, just bring it on!”
But Qiao Jiaxi was not afraid.
Long Tianxing had his silver claws; he had his Vitality Sword.
“Dragon Yuan Cannon!”
At that mont, Long Tianxing brought his hands together, the silver light on his body surged like a silver sun, countless rays gathered toward the center of his palms, forming a silver orb that grew larger and larger, to the point where it pushed apart his clasped hands.
“What kind of spell is this?”
The crowd was puzzled.
Ye Feng said, “This is not a spell, but a secret technique that compresses and condenses one’s montum, similar to the Sword Drawing Technique. I didn’t expect Tian Xing to have such good comprehension skills to create such a move.”
“It must have been realized in the Enlightennt Zone of the Cultivation Tower,” Huo Yunjie guessed.
“Very likely,” Ye Feng nodded.
“Vitality Sword!”
Facing the incoming Dragon Yuan Cannon, Qiao Jiaxi also clasped his hands together, gathering his own montum.
Boom!
Long Tianxing condensed his montum to the max, his hands forcefully pushed out, and the Dragon Yuan Cannon instantly turned into a beam as thick as an arm, surpassing the speed of sound.
“Slash!”
Qiao Jiaxi’s hands slashed down from above, and the crimson-gold Vitality Sword collided fiercely with the Dragon Yuan Cannon, remaining locked together in mid-air, unleashing countless fierce tidal waves.
The intense radiance scattered, accompanied by gusts of wind, blowing the crowd away, their expressions greatly changing.
“What a high level of combat!”
“The strength of both, at least, has stepped into the middle tier of the Elent Gathering Realm, and both have strong capabilities in controlling their montum.”
The strong fighters present exclaid in admiration.
Such individuals could truly be called combat geniuses!
“Aweso!”
Shi Lei couldn’t help but clap and cheer.
At this mont, there was no need to compare who was stronger because both parties had achieved breakthroughs during this battle.
And that was the most important thing!
“The outco is about to be decided.”
But at this mont, Ye Feng whispered, drawing everyone’s attention.
The crowd, puzzled, looked up to the sky.
The Vitality Sword and the Dragon Yuan Cannon were still colliding in midair, unleashing terrifying waves, with neither gaining an advantage.
How could a victor be determined under such circumstances?
Roar!
But just then, from deep within Qiao Jiaxi’s bloodline, a roar as if from ancient tis resounded.
Behind him, blood qi began to converge.
The figure of an Ancient Giant God slowly took shape; he was clad in battle armor, holding a long halberd, exuding an aura of being invincible in the world.
With this figure’s appearance, Qiao Jiaxi’s montum instantly surged to twelve tis its original strength, overwhelming Long Tianxing.
Whoosh!
The Vitality Sword cleaved through the Dragon Yuan Cannon, and even Long Tianxing, hundreds of ters away, was blown away by the blast, slamming into a mountainside and embedding deeply into it.
“How could this be?”
Everyone was on the verge of dropping their jaws in shock.
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