Yang Yilong displayed a strength far greater than anyone had anticipated at this mont. Zhao Lingfu, who had mastered the Divine Movent Technique and was a Spiritual Perception Master, was defeated in just a brief encounter, let alone Zheng Gong, Yuan Mingjin, Fang Hang, and other cultivators, whose power was rely that of Spirit diums and inspiration—they didn’t even qualify to intervene.
"Yang Yilong, do you really dare to attack our bureau’s external combat personnel here? Don’t forget, you are currently in the process of earning rit to reduce your sentence. If I report this now, your life is over," Zheng Gong shouted, attempting to intimidate Yang Yilong with the authority of the bureau.
However, at this mont, Yang Yilong didn’t care about Zheng Gong’s words.
Since he had co today, he was determined to take Li Yi’s life. As for the consequences, he would deal with them later; he already sensed a threat emanating from Li Yi, and if he let him be, Li Yi would beco a formidable enemy, which would be the worst scenario.
"Killing just one external combatant is a price I can bear," Yang Yilong said coldly. "It’s best if you don’t interfere, or I can’t guarantee I’ll hold back."
"You say we shouldn’t interfere, and we just listen to you? Pfft. Nonsense." At this mont, Yuan Mingjin cursed and lifted the sniper rifle in his hands: "If you are willing to leave now, we can act as if nothing happened. But if you continue to make a move, I promise I will shoot."
"Indeed, I will shoot too," Zheng Gong also lifted his sniper rifle.
Two sniper rifles of the Extraordinary Series were aid at Yang Yilong, and should they hit their mark, even as a Spiritual Perception Master, he would undoubtedly die.
Unexpectedly, at this very mont, Li Yi, who had been sitting by the roadside resting, slowly stood up. He gestured to his team: "Don’t act rashly, put down your guns. This is a personal grudge between and Yang Yilong, let handle it."
"Li Yi, now is not the ti to show off," said Lin Yue not far away.
Li Yi ignored her and stared at Yang Yilong: "Our last encounter in the Ruined District was not concluded. Since we’ve t again today, let’s continue... You want to kill , and I want to slaughter you. Let’s fight it out between us, decide who is superior and who lives or dies, so we don’t involve others. What do you say?"
Yang Yilong intended to strike imdiately, but paused upon hearing Li Yi’s words, his expression sowhat surprised: "You’re indeed brave, daring to challenge despite knowing you are weaker. Fine, that’s even better. I want to see what kind of transformation your body has undergone that gives you the confidence to defeat ."
Li Yi now advanced step by step, his gaze growing colder, and soon, the atmosphere around his body began to surge uncontrollably, while his heartbeat, which had resembled the sound of drumming, gradually cald down.
An invincible aura of a Martial Artist emanated from him.
This mont’s Li Yi was no longer simply a Blood Refining Realm cultivator, but a Qi Cultivation Expert who had opened six major acupoints.
Unfortunately,
Yang Yilong arrived so quickly that he hadn’t accumulated all nine major acupoints.
But this was enough.
Li Yi clenched his fist, his Qi-Blood surging powerfully, seeming to bring forth a phantom light of blood, absolutely extraordinary.
With rely a casual movent, his Qi-Blood turned into Fist Gang.
This demonstrated just how superb his condition was at the mont; his entire being was like a lit bronze furnace, the Qi-Blood smoke even thicker, and everyone present, being Evolvers, could clearly see the transformation in Li Yi.
Feeling the aura emanating from Li Yi, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
"Maybe he really can defeat Yang Yilong," murmured the injured Zhao Lingfu, filled with doubt and astonishnt.
It was hard to imagine that Li Yi had transford so thoroughly in just a brief mont, his entire being evolving like a cocoon into a butterfly. This was the evolution of life... No, this change wasn’t sudden, but Li Yi had been severely suppressing himself, not letting his aura burst forth. It was only Yang Yilong’s sudden arrival that had spurred him to unleash it.
"So you an to tell that Li Yi was able to confront a zombie of Spiritual Sense Level even when he was suppressing himself? I thought individuals like Li Shaqing and Yang Yilong of Tianchang City were formidable enough, but it seems Li Yi is the real freak..."
At this mont, Zhao Lingfu felt his understanding had been completely overturned.
A Cultivator in the Inspiration Realm could actually achieve such a feat.
Such a person could not possibly fail to enter the Golden Academy in the future.
It appeared that his own investnt had been a correct one.
"So that’s it, that’s how it is..."
At this mont, Yang Yilong’s expression changed dramatically, "Now I understand why you have been so abnormal, unlike ordinary Evolvers. It turns out you have been practicing dual Cultivation thods from the Otherworld. Boxing is just the beginning of the Cultivation thods you obtained from the Otherworld, am I right?"
By this ti, if he could not guess Li Yi’s anomaly, then he would be too foolish.
Cultivation thods of the Otherworld?
Hearing this, everyone swiftly turned to look at Li Yi.
Even Qin Qing’s green vertical pupils moved, showing a hint of shock.
So Li Yi was practicing Dual Cultivation?
"Yang Yilong, your intuition is as sharp as ever," Li Yi stated calmly with his vertical pupils gleaming, acknowledging this fact.
"There are others besides you who practice dual Cultivation thods from two worlds at Golden Academy. So freaks even practice three thods, taking advantage of each to enhance their strength. Such daring as to chase after those who have condensed their souls with re Spiritual Realm... Yet, what I didn’t expect was that you, Li Yi, would have such a unique encounter, managing to obtain Cultivation thods from the Otherworld in a danger zone."
At this mont, Yang Yilong couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Li Yi’s opportunity was too enviable, causing him to feel jealousy at this mont. To know, practicing Dual Cultivation is an eligibility only Cross-borders possess.
Following that, an idea erged in his mind.
If he could acquire the Cultivation thod of the Otherworld that Li Yi possessed, then perhaps he wouldn’t need to fight for a spot. He could enter the Golden Academy relying solely on his own strength and talent.
"Yang Yilong, from the look in your eyes, I can tell you’re after my Cultivation thod again," Li Yi said, casting his eyes down slightly with a cold laugh, "I’m familiar with that look. It’s the sa greedy expression you had when you forcibly wanted my boxing techniques before."
"But I’m not the sa as before. If you want my Cultivation thod, you’ll have to see if your life is hard enough."
"Kill!!"
At that mont.
Li Yi’s montum suddenly erupted, his Qi-Blood transforming into Protective Gang Qi surging out, and like an arrow released from a bow, he sped towards Yang Yilong, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
When a Martial Artist angers, blood splatters all around.
Today, this Refining Realm Evolver, using only his fists, would asure whether Yang Yilong was truly worth his salt.
A fist struck out, and the Fist Gang condensed, muscles and bones singing in unison.
The boiling Qi-Blood surrounding him seed to have found an outlet, roaring out with Li Yi’s punch.
Such a punch, surging with murderous intent, was enough to shatter one’s courage and make their soul bow down.
"You dare to strike at ? Seek death."
Yang Yilong’s eyes narrowed slightly, unexpectedly turning into vertical pupils. His eyes sparkled, a white rainbow flashed around him, and his black hair flew wildly. He did not indulge Li Yi; raising his fist, he almost instinctively used his Guiding Skill. The light from his fist condensed, brilliant and dazzling, both beautiful and emitting an extrely dangerous aura.
He knew Boxing as well.
Moreover, he integrated the Guiding Skill into it, enhancing its power even further.
Their fists collided.
A pure contest of strength, with no technique involved.
Buzz buzz!
The clash of Qi Blood Fist Gang with the energy Fist Mark created a buzzing sound, with the accompanying vibrations easily shattering the road surface. If a Cultivator below the Spiritual Realm approached, just the release of this power could blast them away, causing severe injuries.
"This power... inconceivable," Zhao Lingfu was stunned at that mont.
Is this the power that a Spiritual Realm Cultivator can unleash?
Beyond comprehension.
"The two have started fighting..." Lin Yue looked worried at this mont, knowing that Li Yi practiced techniques from the Otherworld and his strength could not be asured by normal standards, but Li Yi had been practicing for too short a ti.
Whether it was Evolution or the laws of Otherworld, any cultivation required ti to build oneself.
Without enough cultivation ti, everything was just empty talk.
"Can Yang Yilong win?" At that mont, Qin Qing also showed a trace of worry.
She had been confident about Yang Yilong defeating Li Yi, but the mont she saw the Qi-Blood surging to the sky around Li Yi, a seed of unease sprouted in her heart.
This Li Yi was too special to be viewed normally.
The inspiration realm was no longer a standard to asure him by; his body was filled with unknowns.
And unknown ant unpredictability.
"Yang Yilong cannot lose, and cannot afford to lose. If he cannot beat Li Yi, everything will be over." Qin Qing thought privately, her green vertical pupils focused on the two exchanging blows, hoping to see Yang Yilong gain the upper hand.
But the result only magnified the unease in her heart.
After one punch collided,
along with a wave of air sweeping around, the collision of forces reached its limit, yet Yang Yilong’s figure was pressed back by Li Yi’s punch, retreating a good seven or eight ters before barely stopping.
In a contest of strength, Yang Yilong turned out to be inferior to Li Yi.
"How could..." At that mont, Yang Yilong’s eyes widened, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Why was he pushed back by Li Yi’s punch?
They were using the sa Boxing technique, he even had the Guiding Skill, and he was a realm higher; why did this happen?
Yang Yilong stared at his fist, bloodied and skin torn, clearly wounded.
"Again."
Li Yi shouted loudly, a fighter gaining montum was relentless.
In the Four Seas and Eight Continents, all Martial Artists were so.
In the sa realm, it was about who could dominate with their fists.
Once montum was gained, it was already a partial victory.
Without waiting for Yang Yilong to adjust his ntality, Li Yi attacked again. Before his body even arrived, the Qi-Blood emanating from him enveloped Yang Yilong like he was thrown into a lting furnace.
The Qi-Blood condensed, Fist Gang burst forth.
In that mont, the air wave rolled back, the air tore, creating a sound like thunder, causing pain in the nearby people’s eardrums and tightening their hearts.
Thunder God’s Hamr!
Li Yi roared, unleashing a killer move amidst his shouts.
This punch, just beginning, already caused hearts to tremble.
"Is this truly Li Yi’s strength?" The people were shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.
Such a terrifying punch, and the Spiritual Sense was giving crazy warnings about its power.
"You think I’d be afraid of you?"
At that mont, Yang Yilong’s black hair flew wildly, his clothes billowed, and his body’s energy exploded in a punch. This ti, his Fist Mark shone even brighter than before, and even though the Spiritual Sense sensed danger, he didn’t dodge or retreat.
Pride and face made him receive Li Yi’s punch and even to regain what he had just lost in the contest.
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