1183 Unable to Land a Single Hit
'Fuck! No matter how much I try, I cannot reach him with my spear! Just how is he that strong at that cultivation level?!' Xi Murong cursed inwardly, feeling more and more frustrated every time Yuan dodged his strike.
[Dragon Shockwave!]
Xi Murong's spear trembled slightly as it glowed a subtle red light. Its wielder then aimed it at Yuan's body, and the illusion of a golden dragon suddenly appeared behind Xi Murong.
Seeing this, Yuan used the tip of his sword to block the spear, but it didn't block the impact, and he could feel a strong force enter his body, threatening to blow up his body from the insides, but it was only able to vibrate his bones slightly.
'H-He withstood the shockwave? What's his body made of?' Xi Murong was in disbelief, as Dragon Shockwave specializes in internal damage.
"Is this all you've got?" Yuan suddenly said. "Why don't you transform already? I want to see it."
"I don't need to transform to deal with you!" Xi Murong gritted his teeth, becoming more aggressive in his attacks.
Unfortunately, no matter how passionate he felt, he was still unable to land a single hit on Yuan.
In the end, Xi Murong decided to toss away his pride to transform. Golden scales began covering his body, and he grew a thick tail. His aura grew exponentially, and his cultivation even increased by three levels, reaching the peak of Spirit Emperor.
"That's more like it." An excited smile appeared on Yuan's face.
Once he was prepared, Xi Murong struck again. His spear flew at the speed of light, leaving a golden trail of light behind.
Whoosh!
'Whoa!'
Yuan cried inwardly as he narrowly dodged the strike.
Xi Murong's speed had surpassed his expectation.
Seeing this, Yuan no longer held back and started fighting Xi Murong more seriously.
The two of them would exchange hundreds of strikes with each other in just a few minutes.
Even though Xi Murong managed to make Yuan fight seriously, it was clear to everyone watching that he was still unable to defeat Yuan.
"Unbelievable… He's actually holding on against Xi Murong in his transformed state." Xi Meili muttered in an amazed voice.
"He's doing more than that. Xi Murong still cannot land a hit despite transforming. The gap in their strength is too much. Xi Murong won't defeat him." Xi Shengmo shook his head.
"Seeing them fight like this is also making my blood boil." Xi Mingze said with a slight smile on her face.
"You want to fight a human who's only a Spirit King? Never thought I'd hear such a thing from you." Xi Shengmo said to her without taking his eyes off the stage.
"Only a Spirit King? How can you say that after seeing his strength? He's obviously more than just a Spirit King— perhaps even more than just a human, as well." Xi Mingze sighed.
"..." Xi Shengmo became speechless.
Sometime later, Xi Murong fell on his knees with Yuan's sword penetrating his chest and a look of disbelief on his face.
He was unable to land a single hit on Yuan until the very end.
"It was a good fight." Yuan said to him, who remained silent.
A moment later, Xi Murong asked in a low voice, "Did you consume it…?"
"What are you talking about?" Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"The Dragon Ancestor's blood essence. It would only make sense for you to be that strong if you consumed it."
"Oh, you're talking about that. Nope. I still have it."
The look of disbelief on Xi Murong's face became clearer.
"A-Are you serious? You haven't consumed it yet? Then how are you this strong as a Spirit King?"
Not just Xi Murong, but his entire family was shocked to learn that Yuan has yet to consume the Dragon Ancestor's blood essence, as they all assumed that he'd already consumed it.
'He hasn't consumed the Ancestor's blood essence? Then where else does he get his strength from?' Xi Shengmo pondered.
Xi Mingze suddenly stepped forward and spoke, "Yuan, I can tell from the spar that you're not fully satisfied. Your eyes also tell me that you have a natural desire for combat, so how would you like to spar with me next?"
"Eh?" Xi Meili and Xi Murong looked at their mother with wide eyes, not daring to believe their ears.
"You want to spar with me?" Yuan asked for confirmation.
Xi Mingze nodded with a smile, "You see, I rarely get the chance to stretch my limbs anymore because of my position. And while I may not seem like it, I used to pick fights with anyone that seemed even a little challenging. That's how I met my husband, as well."
'Sparring with a Spirit Sovereign, huh?' Yuan would be lying if he said that he wasn't interested. However, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be satisfied fighting someone like her on such a small stage.
He then asked, "Do you have a place where we can let loose without worrying about the environment? I have a feeling that I won't be able to go easy on you."
Xi Mingze chuckled, "Of course. There is plenty of space outside the city. However, it will take some time to set up the arena."
"I don't mind waiting if it's not too long."
"It won't. I can have it set up by tomorrow. This will give us time to prepare ourselves, too." Xi Mingze said.
Yuan nodded.
"Ahem." Xi Shengmo cleared his throat in a subtle manner.
"What is it?" Xi Mingze looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"What are you trying to do? I doubt it's as simple as wanting to spar with him." He asked for her motives.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I am just genuinely curious about his strength." Xi Mingze said with a profound smile on her face.
"Yuan is going to spar with mother…?" Xi Meili still couldn't believe it.
"Anyways, let's return to the palace. There's a feast waiting for us." Xi Mingze said to everyone there a moment later.
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