At this mont, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Li Yi.
Although they didn’t know Li Yi, there were only a few renowned Qi Cultivation Experts in Sanyang City, and the only young martial artist who could suddenly step in to help Zhao Ge defeat Grandmaster Liu under such circumstances, was none other than Li Yi, the rumored eldest disciple of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall that erged today.
Before today, no one knew who Li Yi was.
But after today, the na Li Yi would be known to all practitioners of martial arts in Sanyang City.
"Is this person Zhao Ge’s close disciple? So young; is he even twenty-five years old yet? Probably not even twenty-five... To have the power of the Refining Realm at such an age is simply incredible, even more terrifying than the potential of those so-called noble family disciples. In a few more years of cultivation, he could definitely beco an Upper Three Realms expert," the master of the Weapon Workshop, Zhang Tiefeng, showed a look of amazent.
He had guessed many things, but he had never thought that the person who could kill the masters of two halls would be so young.
For those who practiced martial arts, age was very important, representing the potential of a martial artist. Take refining points for example: if you can’t reach the Refining Realm by the ti you are at your Qi-Blood peak at thirty, it’s difficult for the rest of your life. Similarly, if Li Yi had the Refining Realm at twenty, then ten years later, when his Qi-Blood reached its peak, becoming a Gang Refining Expert would almost be a natural progression.
"That punch just now was horrifying. Grandmaster Liu’s last strike exceeded his pri, and yet it was forcefully pushed back by this person. With such strength, he’s almost invincible among Qi Cultivation Experts. To beat him, it would take several Qi Cultivation Experts teaming up," another workshop master squinted his eyes, still feeling a tremor in his heart.
"This person is the eldest disciple of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, Li Yi? Not only is he young and handso, but he also has a tall and sturdy physique. I wonder what incredible muscles he must have? Truly makes one drool," said the master of Hua Fang, Hua San, her eyes roving as she constantly sized up this fierce dragon that had entered Sanyang City, unable to help licking her dainty red lips.
Looking at such a character made her feel intensely thirsty, a feeling she had not experienced in many years.
"ng De, you ca?"
Zhao Ge now steadied himself and adjusted his breath, "You’ve seen the joke. The master is truly useless in old age, failing to beat an old man on the verge of death. If it weren’t for your tily appearance, your master might indeed have been dragged away by Grandmaster Liu."
"Master, you are severely injured and your strength is greatly compromised, so it’s normal to lose the fight. After all, the opponent used his Heart Blood to forcefully recover to his peak, and he was also desperately fighting. Any other Qi Cultivation Expert would also have avoided confronting him," Li Yi said, not feeling that his master Zhao Ge was useless.
Instead, he felt his master was too stubborn, knowing that he was not fully healed, yet still choosing to exchange punches with the opponent.
This was the ti to avoid his sharp edges, waiting for his Qi-Blood to decline before turning defeat into victory.
However, Li Yi also understood his master’s stubbornness. After all, having practiced fist techniques all his life, when eting an enemy weaker than himself, the unwillingness to retreat but instead engage, made it difficult to swallow his pride.
"ng De, you don’t need to comfort . I’m not that fragile. To lose is to lose; it’s nothing big, as it’s certainly not the only ti I’ve lost," Zhao Ge shook his head, feeling truly diminished from before. Defeated again and again. If it weren’t for having such a good disciple, he wouldn’t have survived till now.
"However, Master, you don’t need to be discouraged. Once these matters are settled, your injuries are healed, and supplented by big dicine, your strength might not only be restored but even progress further, possibly even breaking through to the Gang Refining Realm and becoming an expert of the Upper Three Grades," Li Yi said.
"ng De, you really know how to comfort people," Zhao Ge laughed heartily upon hearing this. Although it was comforting, such a possibility was not out of reach.
As long as Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall secures Sanyang City, the hall will certainly not lack various big dicines in the future, and he indeed might have the chance to advance further.
"Cough, cough!"
While the crisis for Zhao Ge was resolved, soone else was now in trouble.
Grandmaster Liu, who was punched and hurled to the ground, was not dead yet. His arms were disabled, his Qi-Blood completely out of control, and a large amount of blood kept spouting from his wounds. In just a mont, the fierce vitality he had earlier dissipated, his dry body slightly trembling as if an old man on the brink of death, about to breathe his last.
"Father."
A man in his fifties, with tears streaming down his face, sprinted over and helped Grandmaster Liu up.
Grandmaster Liu glanced at his useless eldest son with his murky, dim eyes and then looked at Li Yi standing behind Zhao Ge, a bitter smile leaking from the corner of his mouth, "In the end, you Zhao Ge, have better fortune... I couldn’t drag you down with after all. But even if I had, what good would it have done? Your Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall has brought forth a True Dragon, destined for greater heights... My Cao Yun Liu Family, has indeed t its end. I only hope, Zhao Ge, in consideration of our past friendship, that you won’t pursue my Liu Family descendants but will leave a way out for them."
As he spoke, his gaze turned to the other side.
That was a river with rolling green waves.
Earlier, he had already made arrangents for the direct descendants of the Liu Family to escape by boat.
But this slight movent could not be concealed. If a Qi Cultivation Expert decided to eradicate the roots, none of the Liu Family descendants would survive.
After speaking these words, Grandmaster Liu spoke no more. He didn’t even wait for Zhao Ge’s response; his clouded eyes quickly dimd, and he drew his last breath to the sound of a wave crashing against the river.
"Is he dead?" Zhao Ge’s gaze was complex as he looked at Grandmaster Liu.
He reminisced about the past. When he had co to Sanyang City to seek martial arts training, Grandmaster Liu was at his peak, a fad Qi Cultivation Expert. At that ti, he felt that such figures were beyond reach. Little did he expect that nearly thirty years later, the expert he once admired would die in such a way before him.
Indeed, the vicissitudes of the world are unpredictable.
"Father."
At this mont, Grandmaster Liu’s eldest son held his father’s corpse, crying out in great sorrow, tears streaming down his face.
Grandmaster Liu’s death ant not only the loss of a senior in the Liu Family, but also that their world had collapsed.
Without a Qi Cultivation Expert in place, the Cao Yun Liu Family was rely a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly powerless to resist. How could the Blood Training Martial Artists amount to anything in the face of Zhao Ge and Li Yi? They could barely cause a ripple.
"Take action, exterminate the Liu Family." At this mont, the voice of Zhang Tiefeng, the workshop master of the Weapon Workshop, rang out as he issued the order.
Now was his ti to shine, especially with the senior brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall right beside him. If he played any tricks now and got noticed, being rembered for it might lead to his retribution later.
"Well, you’re acting with such initiative now. Wasn’t the case before," another workshop master imdiately ordered his forces to move against the Liu Family.
Hua San of the Hua Fang also signaled, and imdiately her Blood Training subordinates charged forward.
The struggle between powers was brutal. With the three workshops taking action together and without Grandmaster Liu’s deterrence, the Liu Family had no power to resist. Soon, the Cao Yun Pier was stained with blood, echoing with screams of agony. Grandmaster Liu’s eldest son, unwilling to witness the annihilation of his family, let out an unwilling cry to the heavens, embraced his father’s corpse, and then severed his Heart Blood, plunging into the great river.
The river churned and soon swallowed the bodies of the two, disappearing without a trace.
"Leave a way out for the Liu Family; don’t push them to the brink. If their descendants seek revenge in the future, let this blood feud be on , Zhao Ge."
Seeing this scene, Zhao Ge finally spoke, choosing to spare the Liu Family.
"Since Master Zhao has spoken, who are we to defy his will?"
Zhang Tiefeng of the Weapon Workshop bowed and then gave his orders.
The other two workshop masters were also happy to oblige, so the cries of attack imdiately diminished greatly. However, they adhered to one rule: kill the old, spare the young. No Blood Training Martial Artist from the Liu Family should escape, for if any of them by so stroke of fortune beca a Qi Cultivation Expert, it would spell trouble. As for the young disciples, it did not matter. If they could seek revenge in the future, then it was their capability.
At once, nurous Liu Family disciples took advantage of the chaos to dive into the river, escaping downstream successfully. A few boats also took to the winds and swiftly left.
Zhao Ge did not regret his decision; after all, Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall had already accumulated enough enmity today. With so many debts, if the enemies’ descendants did co seeking revenge in the future, he would accept it.
"Father."
At this mont, Zhao Qian ca down from the rooftop, carrying a sniper rifle and hanging her head low as if she had made a mistake, looking very dejected: "Father, it’s my uselessness. I was afraid to fire the gun when it mattered, nearly putting you in jeopardy."
"It’s not your fault. Grandmaster Liu was clearly on guard against you and never gave you a chance to shoot. Given how closely I was engaged with him, if you had fired that shot, I probably would have died alongside Grandmaster Liu," Zhao Ge shook his head as he spoke, reflecting that managing to unexpectedly shatter one of Grandmaster Liu’s arms was quite an achievent already.
Grandmaster Liu, experienced in combat, would close in after surviving a gunshot, not giving Zhao Qian a second chance to fire.
Though Zhao Ge was generally strict, he was not unreasonable and wouldn’t bla his daughter for this slip-up.
"Spear Technique requires a lot of practice. The more you practice, the more confidence and control you gain to take the shot. You are still a novice, and being afraid of making a mistake is correct. Don’t be too upset about it," Li Yi also smiled, offering comfort.
He too had undergone sniper training and knew the pressure a sniper felt in that mont. Firing risked causing accidental harm, not firing could an failing to provide tily help, leading to greater disasters.
Zhao Qian, a re sixteen-year-old girl who had only learned to use a sniper rifle for a few days with very little live training, was naturally nervous about shooting; there was no need to bla a child.
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