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114 – the fun starts now
ON APRIL 4, 2022 BY MOONCHILDKHZ
Li Qingyang displayed the energy-type martial skill known as ‘I Cut’, immediately taking the audience by surprise.
“Unbelievable!”
Night Emperor was also in shock.
In his previous life, he had practiced many energy-type martial skills and so knew that this type of martial skill’s greatest shortcoming was the taxing consumption of spiritual energy.
For example, the ‘Storming Sun-Moon Slash’ was an energy-type martial skill he once learned. The user had to be a Martial Saint, and when they used this move, it would consume about 60% of the energy contained within their dantian.
But Li Qingyang?
With a stomp of his feet and a raise of his hands, he had consecutively cut down with three streams of light, seeming very relaxed throughout!
The ‘Rupturing Fist’ and ‘I Cut’ deeply shocked Ye Xingchen, making him realize that the Ironbone Sect’s martial skills were pretty good!
Breaking through to Martial Apprentice and learning this sect’s martial skills is much better than cultivating this Emperor’s past skills, he secretly thought.
Shua!
Shua!
Shua!
In the arena, the three scrents of light exploded forward from different directions.
Mo Shangfei, who had just regained his balance, saw this and his expression suddenly changed. He quickly used the Strong Wind Fist to move forward and block.
Bang! Bang!
His two fists collided with the oncoming crescents of flowing light, causing both of his arms to tremble fiercely. From the pain, it seemed that his muscles had torn!
Mo Shangfei didn’t even have the time to grimace because the third crescent of light flew close to the ground. Making a 90° turn, sweeping from the ground skywards, ruthlessly smacking him in upside the chin.
Shua!
With a domineering strength, the hit caused his entire body to fly into the air. He finally fell heavily onto the ground, blood trickling from his mouth.
Being able to fend off two I Cut’s, this Holy Spring Sect inner disciple’s performance was pretty good.
Of course, he was completely unable to take the third cut’s cunning angle.
“Hate
 Hateful
” Blood still flowing from his lips, Mo Shangfei struggled to his feet. It seemed that his mortal body was quite strong, as he had only received some minor injuries.
This was also because Li Qingyang did not use all of his spirit power. Otherwise, with just the first ‘I Cut’, the opponent’s bones would have shattered.
The expressions of the three elders had immediately become gloomy.
They thought that their disciple could defeat the opponent easily, but didn’t expect that he would be wounded after a series of skills!
Qin Haoran said, “Although energy-type martial skills are powerful, their shortcoming is a lack of endurance. If the Holy Spring Sect disciple can resist, then he has nothing to be afraid of.”
“After three consecutive moves, the Ironbone Sect disciple has definitely consumed a lot of energy. He’s surely exhausted now.”
These Hundred Sects Alliance figures seemed like they were discussing amongst themselves, but spoke in loud voices. They were obviously reminding the Holy Spring Sect inner disciple to not panic, to slowly exhaust the opponent.
This was nothing that needed reminding; Mo Shangfei knew the weakness of energy-type martial skills.
He shook both arms, eyes cold. “I was careless a moment ago, letting you seize an opportunity.”
He now acknowledged Li Qingyang, no longer underestimating him.
Fifth Elder picked at his ear, grinning widely. “The fun starts now.”
“Correct.” Jun Changxiao was kicking his leg up and down, picking his nose. “The fun starts now.”
Shua!
After adjusting his mentality, Mo Shangfei rushed forward once more. He used the Strong Wind Fist once more, his speed obviously much faster than a moment ago. Immediately ten different illusionary images appeared, the strength exploding outward!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Li Qingyang used the Rupturing Fist and with a firecracker-like sound, the fist arts clashed together, sending ripples of energy into the area.
It was just a moment, but the two people had used fist arts to exchange a few dozen moves!
The dust under their feet continuously swirled, encircling the area and becoming a vortex of wind that shredded the surrounding leaves into strips.
Bang!
The two people smashed their fists together once more, each retreating 45 meters.
Li Qingyang stretched his ten fingers, his entire arm shaken numb.
Mo Shangfei wasn’t faring much better.
This type of force confrontation was equal to using stone to hit stone, as injuring the enemy also injured themselves.
“It seems like victory and defeat won’t be decided within a short time.”
“It’s really strange, a Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice is unexpectedly well-matched with an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice!”
“The fist arts that the Ironbone Sect disciple used are not of low quality, otherwise he would have been defeated.”
“The Holy Spring Sect disciple’s realm is higher and has boundless spirit energy. Fighting a protracted battle will definitely be no issue to him.”
“The Ironbone Sect disciple’s hand is trembling. In my opinion, these dozens of moves have consumed 70-80% of the spirit energy in his dantian cyclones.”
Shua!
Li Qingyang formed a blade palm and yelled, “I Cut!”
Xiu—
A crescent of line shot out.
He
 could still use the energy-type martial skill?
The various sect leaders who had been discussing saw the flowing light rush forward and were all shocked silly.
“I Cut!”
“I Cut!”
Within an extremely short period of time, Li Qingyang raised his hand once more, and two more crescents of light shot forward. He used his actions to ruthlessly slap the faces of these experts, telling them ‘my spiritual energy is still very sufficient’.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Mo Shangfei was on guard, avoiding the strikes with a step technique. One after another, the three streams of light hit the flagstones, smashing them into powder.
This time it was Li Qingyang who was unforgiving!
While his opponent ran away, Li QIngyang turned his body, constantly making the ‘I Cut’ posture like he was hitting a ping-pong ball and shooting crescent-shaped beams at the fleeing figure.
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Watching the crescent moon-shaped beams of light flying through the air at different angles, Alliance Chief Qin and the other martial artists had all frozen.
The exhausting energy-type martial skill was being used with a wave of the hand, this scene was too terrifying!
Although Mo Shangfei tried to avoid these beams of light by frantically changing positions, he was only able to avoid three. Then, the following beams of light brutally struck his face, shoulder, hand, foot

Putong!
Finally, after a beating, he collapsed on the ground. Blood spurted from his face and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
The ‘I Cut’ that Li Qingyang formed wasn’t terribly strong, but he had violently bombarded his opponent. Let alone an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice, even a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice wouldn’t be able to endure it.
“He won!”
“Second Senior Brother won!”
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi jumped about excitedly.
Although Lu Qianqian’s face remained emotionless, she was actually relieved in her heart. After returning, I must cultivate ‘I Cut’

This woman was like Ye Xingchen, only interested in the Tendon Altering Sutra. As for the Rupturing Fist and I Cut, she hadn’t started learning it even after receiving the manuals some time ago.
Xiao Zuiji saw his senior brother win and gently raised his head, index fingering loosening from the trigger.
He had been on high alert. If the fight did not seem to be in Second Senior Brother’s favor a moment ago, he would definitely have assassinated Mo Shangfei.
“Junior Brother Ye.” Xiao Zuiji grinned, “Second Senior Brother won!”
“Tch.”
Our aloof Sir Night Emperor was full of disdain. “It’s just winning an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice, is there a need to be so happy?”
His state of mind was calm because he had not integrated with the Ironbone Sect and did not have the sect’s sense of honor.
Xiao Zuiji was different. He acknowledged the Ironbone Sect, acknowledged the sect head, and acknowledged all his senior and junior brothers. Therefore Li Qingyang’s victory brought him no less joy than his own victory would.
“Aiya.”
Jun Changxiao stood up, sounding quite apologetic as he said, “Fists and feet do not have eyes; beating your honorable sect’s disciple into this state, I’m really a little embarrassed.”
The Holy Spring Sect disciples standing on the left were angered, hands moving to their sword hilts.
Lu Qianqian walked forward two steps, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sect head. Her pale hands were also on her sword’s hilt, her eyes twinkling with a chilling intent.
Guys, my Sister Qian is also quite an aggressive person!
Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi also walked forward, their hands on the hilts of the Cold Edge Swords, not showing any weakness.
Xiao Zuiji used the 8x Scope to aim from afar, locking on to the head of the Holy Spring Sect disciple closest to his sect head. So long as that disciple moved even one step, his head would immediately explode.
With swords drawn and bows bent, the atmosphere was terribly heavy!