Chapter 135: Chapter 134: Attraction
Amid the tense atmosphere of the entire arena, the referee had already counted to five!
However, the two on the Martial Arts Arena remained down, and neither had reacted.
’Could it be that both of them have completely lost the ability to fight?’
Such thoughts crossed everyone’s minds.
According to the rules of the Martial Arts Arena, if both combatants lose the ability to fight simultaneously and neither can stand by the end of the referee’s count, the match is declared a draw.
A draw. Neither side would gain or lose victory points. Even in the Martial Arts Arena, this was an extremely rare occurrence.
’Are we really going to witness a draw today, in a match this fierce?’
"He moved!! Wu Yin moved!!"
Just then, a spectator in the front row broke the silence with a shout, immediately drawing everyone’s attention.
Sure enough, Wu Yin’s body was trembling slightly, as if he had regained a sliver of consciousness.
"It’s not Wu Yin moving, it’s the Poisonous Insect on his body!"
Immediately, someone else loudly corrected him.
Indeed, the swollen and active Profound Black Line Gu on Wu Yin’s body was slowly contracting, returning to its original state.
This was a sign that the Profound Black Line Gu had lost its supply of bodily nutrients and was falling back into dormancy.
Once the Poisonous Insect became completely dormant, Wu Yin’s body returned to its normal form, though he looked even more wretched than before.
His skin was ruptured all over, blood flowing out and almost turning him into a man of blood.
After the Poisonous Insect fell silent, Wu Yin’s body once again became completely still.
"Nine!!"
Just then, the referee had reached the final count.
SCRAPE!!
Zhao Xuanqi’s body suddenly trembled. Unable to release Force with his twisted hands, he curled his abdomen and body, slowly pushing himself back up from the ground.
At this moment, under the spotlight, blood streamed down his body, his twisted arms hung limply at his sides. But his eyes were fixed on the unmoving Wu Yin on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.
’The hunt is finally over.’
In that final blow, Wu Yin’s explosive power had indeed surpassed that of his current body, causing both of his arms to break.
However, a technique capable of producing Gang Qi was never that simple.
Force that could affect the surrounding air was a testament to the terrifying subtlety of its release, which had reached an unbelievable level.
The Force of the Qilin Technique was persistent and unending. It traveled through Wu Yin’s arms, broke through his defenses, and directly injured his internal organs.
Zhao Xuanqi’s appearance was indeed wretched, but Wu Yin’s injuries were at least three times more severe.
However, he had never expected this opponent to be able to push him this far. Not only was his opponent’s Inner Cultivation realm formidable, having mastered the Heart, Kidney, and Spleen Qi, but the wonders of the Western Border Gu Martial Arts were also something he had never before witnessed.
The concept of combining a Poisonous Insect with the body to transform it into its strongest state was truly remarkable, almost magical. There were no similar legacies in his past life on Blue Star, and it was a real eye-opener for him.
However, the Poisonous Insect was ultimately an external object. Although it strengthened his body to an inhuman degree, even Wu Yin risked losing control, let alone achieving perfect mastery and complete harmony.
This man’s weakness was his Martial Dao techniques and fighting style. Otherwise, even after breaking the limits of his body’s instincts and liberating a part of his will, he probably would have been no match for him.
"Zhao Xuanqi is the winner!!"
The referee shouted the result of the match. Members of the Western Border Wu Family had already rushed onto the stage to urgently check on Wu Yin’s condition.
Zhao Xuanqi knew that Wu Yin’s injuries were severe, but with the resources and methods of the Western Border Wu Family, such wounds were nothing.
Sure enough, a member of the Western Border Wu Family immediately took out a Jade Bottle, opened it, and placed it by Wu Yin’s mouth.
A viscous, purplish-black "liquid" flowed out of the Jade Bottle on its own and entered Wu Yin’s mouth.
A few seconds later, Wu Yin’s body trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes. His gaze was hazy at first, but it slowly cleared. With some difficulty, he turned his head to look in Zhao Xuanqi’s direction, his eyes filled with a complex expression.
"Poisonous Insect Technique? Truly wondrous."
Zhao Xuanqi said aloud.
"I lost. But I want to know, what Fist Technique defeated me? I hope you can enlighten me."
Wu Yin’s mind was clear, but his body couldn’t move. He could only lie on the ground, his mouth opening and closing as he asked his question.
"Hundred Beasts Fist."
Zhao Xuanqi was silent for a moment before speaking.
Although he was burdened with matters concerning the Giant Spirit Army, at this point, some things could no longer be hidden. Besides, given the strength Wu Yin had displayed, he was worthy of knowing the name of the Fist Technique he had used.
"Hundred Beasts Fist... A fine Hundred Beasts Fist."
Wu Yin muttered to himself as he was carried away on a stretcher.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xuanqi watched Wu Yin leave, pushed away Ge Chuanming who tried to support him, and walked off the Martial Arts Arena step by step. He slowly made his way toward the backstage rest area through the path the crowd had cleared for him.
His steps were not fast; they even seemed a bit unsteady.
Widespread muscle and ligament strains all over his body, shattered bones in both arms, severely damaged internal organs...
The damage from stacking the Dragon Gate Secret Technique with the Profound Water Yin Sha, plus the forced use of Internal Organs Resonating at the end, was terrifying to the extreme when added together.
Any other Martial Artist would probably have been unable to stand, but Zhao Xuanqi’s back remained ramrod straight.
Zhao Xuanqi’s figure disappeared from view amidst the crowd’s gazes of solemn respect. Only after a long moment did the venue erupt in discussion.
"The successor of the Western Border Wu Family actually lost the match!! It’s unbelievable!!"
"Gu Martial Arts, that monstrous Secret Transmission, was actually defeated by someone fighting beyond their realm!"
"Both of them are monsters who defy common sense..."
"..."
Everyone was engaged in heated discussion. It had been an extraordinary battle, an exciting one. The powerful clashes, the endless stream of techniques, the will that would rather die than retreat—all of it still made everyone’s blood boil with excitement.
"Those Beast Forms he executed, and that final Gang Qi Technique... did you see them clearly? That kind of Beast Form..."
Shi Huai’an was silent for a moment before asking Fan Shiyan, who was beside him.
"I saw," Fan Shiyan said in a low voice, a trace of doubt in his eyes. "This man’s techniques and Secret Techniques have already surpassed the scope of any single Beast Form. It’s not as simple as just a Walking Beast Form or a Flying Bird Form. I’m afraid even our two families’ Secret Transmissions probably can’t reach this level. Hundred Beasts Fist... is that the name of this Fist Technique? Fusing the forms of a hundred beasts—what an arrogant name. And yet, looking at it now, I actually feel it’s worthy of the title. Does a Beast Form Boxing Technique that surpasses our Four Saints Sect truly exist in this world?"
"Have you heard of the rumors recorded in the ancient texts of our Four Saints Sect?"
Shi Huai’an said.
"You mean..."
Fan Shiyan’s body trembled slightly, his eyes narrowing.
"According to legend, above the Four Saints Sect, there is indeed a stronger Beast Form. It is rumored that if one could combine the Secret Transmissions of the Four Saints Sect, one could glimpse the appearance of that ultimate Beast Form."
"Back then, when the Vermilion Bird Sect founded the Phoenix Army, their power was at its zenith. That woman possessed terrifying strength, ranking in the top three of the Divine Land’s Martial Arts Realm. Didn’t she once use force to threaten our other three Gates into handing over the source of our Secret Transmissions, all for a glimpse into the mysteries of that Fist Technique?"
Shi Huai’an said in a low voice.
"That’s just a legend. Even if that Fist Technique exists, the one most likely to have mastered it would be that woman from the Vermilion Bird Sect, not this man."
Fan Shiyan said.
"We can’t be sure about this. Let’s report it to the sect Elders."
Shi Huai’an said.
