121: Chapter 121 The Fifth Life, The Blazing Sun Illuminates the Martial Path (Sixty-Nine)

The Battle Body is like this.

When the momentum is at its peak, it gets stronger the more one fights.

There is no need to regulate breathing to recover; one only needs to replenish the consumed blood-qi.

Afterward, the two looked at each other, retreated three steps simultaneously, erupted with blood-qi, and charged toward one another.

Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan's blood-qi was steady and heavy, like a towering mountain.

Wang Teng's blood-qi was violent and fierce, like a rushing river.

Fists and palms collided, emitting a deafening roar, and the entire arena trembled slightly.

Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan's palm techniques were both offensive and defensive, dense as water, with every palm carrying the force of a thousand jun.

Wang Teng's fist techniques were wide open and forceful, unstoppable, with every punch capable of shattering the air.

The two went back and forth, fighting to a standstill.

The disciples below watched with undivided attention, not daring to even take a deep breath.

After one hundred and fifty rounds, the two retreated simultaneously, both panting heavily.

A trace of blood hung from the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan's left shoulder had also taken a punch, tearing his clothes.

"Satisfying!" Wang Teng laughed aloud, "Senior Brother Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan is truly formidable!"

"Junior Brother Wang Teng's Battle Body has also opened my eyes."

Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "However, it is time for this match to be decided."

Before the words had even faded, the two charged up again.

This time, both exhausted their final strength, unleashing their trump card techniques.

Wang Teng clenched his fists, his muscles bulging, his blood-qi condensed to the limit; he threw a punch that faintly carried the sound of a tiger's roar.

Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan pressed his palms together, gathering all his blood-qi into his palms, and struck out like a mountain pressing down from above.

"Boom!"

Fists and palms collided again, and a powerful wave of energy spread outward.

Both were sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the arena.

Wang Teng supported himself with his hands on the ground, struggling a few times but failing to stand up.

Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan staggered back a dozen steps before barely steadying himself, and then, a mouthful of blood sprayed out with a 'puff'.

"I lost," Wang Teng said, lying on the ground, panting heavily.

Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan cupped his hands toward Wang Teng, but just as he was about to speak, his vision went black, and he too collapsed.

The prepared deacons below the stage rushed forward and carried the two off the arena.

In an instant, the surrounding disciples erupted in thunderous applause.

"Too spectacular! This is a real fight where every punch lands on flesh!"

"Senior Brother Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan and Senior Brother Wang Teng are truly evenly matched opponents!"

Just then, a scorching figure jumped onto the arena impatiently.

"Hahaha! It's finally my turn!"

The person who arrived wore a purple tight-fitting outfit, inscribed with the symbol of Chiyang Peak, and his whole body emitted a faint scorching aura; it was Zhao Xuan.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, swept his gaze across the audience below, and said loudly:

"Friends from the Four Seasons Holy Land and the Ice and Snow Holy Land, is there anyone who dares to come up and play with me?"

In the formation of the Four Seasons Holy Land, a youth dressed in gray slowly stood up.

He was expressionless with cold eyes; it was Li Mo.

Li Mo said nothing, his figure flickered, and he landed on the arena.

"Four Seasons Holy Land, Li Mo."

"Great Sun Holy Land, Chiyang Peak, Zhao Xuan!"

Having said that, Zhao Xuan laughed and threw a punch.

His fist carried a faint firelight; this was the weak elemental power brought about by the cultivation technique he practiced, but it was enough to double the power of his punch.

Li Mo remained expressionless, simply dodging to the side while simultaneously punching at Zhao Xuan's ribs.

Both of their fighting styles were extremely crisp and clean, without any superfluous movements.

Zhao Xuan's fist techniques were firm and scorching, each punch carrying a hot wave of energy.

Li Mo's fist techniques were vicious, each punch aimed directly at vital human points.

The two went back and forth, fighting extremely intensely.

After eighty rounds, Zhao Xuan roared, emitting a chant like that of a Mad Lion.

Li Mo's body stiffened slightly, and then, Zhao Xuan seized the opening and punched him in the chest.

He immediately let out a muffled grunt, was sent flying backward, and crashed heavily onto the arena.

"I accept your concession," Zhao Xuan cupped his hands.

Li Mo struggled to climb up, nodded at Zhao Xuan, turned, and walked off the arena.

Zhao Xuan had won a match in a row, and his momentum was at its peak.

Just as he was about to continue challenging the people from the other two Great Holy Lands, a sharp sword light suddenly cut through the sky.

"Since everyone is having such a good time, I'll come join in the fun too."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a youth in white clothes arriving with a sword, landing on the arena.

He had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, with an extraordinary temperament; it was the true disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, Li Hao.

Li Hao was Chu Shi's childhood friend; the two grew up together and had a deep bond.

Although he was not a disciple of the three Great Holy Lands, his cultivation was not inferior to the Core Disciples of the three Great Holy Lands.

Li Hao held his long sword, the tip pointing at Zhao Xuan: "Lingxiao Sword Sect, Li Hao. Please offer your guidance, Brother Zhao."

"Li Hao! You actually dare to come!"

Zhao Xuan grinned, his face turning ferocious.

"Three years ago, in Canglan City, you and Chu Shi fought over that bitch Yun Mengyao, but you used me as a stepping stone.

Later, I heard you didn't come to the Holy Land but went to the Lingxiao Sword Sect; I was quite regretful.

Now that we've met, let's settle the old and new accounts together!"

Hearing this, Li Hao rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat helpless.

Indeed, when it came down to it, this was his and Chu Shi's fault.

That green tea bitch Yun Mengyao really had some tricks, causing him and Chu Shi to be infatuated for these past few years.

However, when the two of them were competing, what kind of thing were you?

Isn't it normal to use you as a stepping stone, tsk.

Thinking of this, Li Hao's originally gentle smile instantly became arrogant and sharp.

"Tsk tsk tsk, when we were in Canglan City, you didn't dare speak to this young master like that.

Is it because you are relying on the Mad Lion Battle Body on you that you dare to jump out?

I heard that while you were still on the flying boat, you provoked Chu Shi and got beaten up.

I'll let you see that this young master's Innate Sword Bone is not bad either; I can still beat you just the same!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xuan's blood-qi surged throughout his body, clearly furious to the extreme.

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"Hmph, I hope your bones are as hard as your tongue!"

Before the words had even faded, Zhao Xuan made the first move, charging toward Li Hao.

The red arena floor beneath his feet was slightly dented from being stepped on, his blood-qi erupted like a volcano, and a pale red blood-qi halo enveloped his entire body.

"Roar!"

A deafening lion's roar suddenly erupted from Zhao Xuan's mouth.

This time, he held nothing back, operating the Mad Lion Battle Body at full power.

His body suddenly swelled in size, his already sturdy muscles knotted and bulged, stretching his purple tight-fitting outfit to the bursting point, with veins pulsing under his skin like earthworms.

His eyes turned blood-red, and the blood-qi around his body faintly condensed into a translucent golden lion phantom, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, with a fierce, malevolent aura rushing toward him.

This was the true power of the Mad Lion Battle Body.

It was not just a simple increase in strength, but also capable of using the lion's roar to shock the opponent's mind, becoming crazier and stronger the more one fought.

The audience below immediately gasped in surprise.

"So Zhao Xuan also has a Battle Body! And it's the Mad Lion Battle Body!"

"No wonder he is so arrogant; it turns out he has the backing for it!"

"Li Hao is in danger now; Battle Bodies are almost invincible at the same rank!"

Amidst the lion's roar, Li Hao only felt his eardrums buzzing, and his mind stalled slightly.

But after all, he possessed the Innate Sword Bone and had a firm will, so he instantly regained his senses.

His eyes narrowed, his long sword trembled slightly in his hand, emitting a clear, crisp sword hum.

Without any superfluous nonsense, Li Hao tapped his toes, and his figure moved to meet him like a ghost.