237: Chapter 237 has a flaw.

Song Zhigao swung the long sword pointing at Chen Moxuan with a flourish, lifted his chin slightly, and signaled for Chen Moxuan to step onto the stage.

Chen Moxuan felt it had been a long time since he had been provoked by a young person like this.

He raised an eyebrow, leaped up, and stepped directly onto the arena.

According to the established schedule of the competition, the captain usually appears in the third position.

After the first two team members were defeated, it was time for him, the acting captain, to take the stage.

However, the timing of his turn to go on stage was much earlier than he had anticipated.

At this moment, Chen Moxuan's Spiritual Sense was still trying to penetrate outside the competition venue; if he withdrew his Spiritual Sense now, the time spent previously would have been wasted.

Controlling his Spiritual Sense to probe outward while dealing with the battle before him was undoubtedly equivalent to needing to multitask.

But for a battle of this level, it did not matter; ending this match early and freeing up his hands to attend to important business would be fine.

"Chen Moxuan, I have seen your battles before; you are skilled at using a thin blade."

Seeing that Chen Moxuan had climbed onto the arena empty-handed, Song Zhigao could not help but frown, a flash of confusion appearing in his eyes, "Where is your weapon?"

"I couldn't be bothered to get it," Chen Moxuan said with a calm expression.

"Fine, I hope you do not regret it."

Fighting empty-handed against someone holding a weapon, before reaching the Tiangang Realm where one could release True Qi for long-range attacks, was extremely disadvantageous.

In Song Zhigao's view, this move by Chen Moxuan was undoubtedly placing himself in a disadvantageous position.

After both sides finished saluting, Song Zhigao took a deep look at Chen Moxuan, then turned around and walked toward his pre-selected position.

Suddenly, a rather familiar and crisp voice reached his ears.

"Big Brother Zhigao, come on!"

In the spectator stands, a little girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old was shouting with all her might.

Song Zhigao looked in the direction of the voice, and when he saw the little girl shouting in the stands clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he could not help but shout, "Little sister? Why aren't you at the hospital taking care of Father?"

"Dad said his body does not need anyone to take care of it for the time being, and he specifically wanted me to come here to cheer for Big Brother."

"You must win!"

The little girl stood in the spectator stands, her hands clenched into little fists, waving them vigorously, which made waves of warmth rise in Song Zhigao's heart.

Recalling the past, Song Zhigao was not outstanding when he was at Jiangshui Martial Arts School; he was a martial arts student who was at the bottom of the class for years.

In his early years, he really did not understand why his father had to work so hard, living frugally, just to let him practice that expensive martial arts.

Deep down, he longed to stay at home, help his father share the burdens of life, and play with his little sister; he had always lacked interest in practicing martial arts.

Until six months ago, when his father fell ill from overwork and was hospitalized, requiring a large sum for hospitalization fees.

And that high hospitalization fee was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on the whole family so they could not breathe.

At that moment, Song Zhigao finally woke up from his dream; martial arts could bring him a large sum of money and give him the power to protect his family.

Since then, Song Zhigao seemed to have been reborn, his entire personality changed.

He began to gradually display his talent in martial arts, passed the selection to enter the School Team, won many matches, and earned one generous bonus after another.

His father's health also gradually improved under the treatment funded by the ample money.

And just a few days ago, he made a Breakthrough to the Qi Control Realm, becoming the number one person second only to the captain and vice-captain.

Today, for him, was the perfect moment to shine and show his skills on this arena.

This was the perfect stage for him to prove himself and repay his family.

By perfectly concluding this match, he could not only pay off all the debts the family had incurred these days but also have quite a bit left over.

Perhaps he might even have the chance to be noticed by the admissions teachers of a martial arts university, obtain a precious recommendation spot, and soar to the sky from then on.

"So that my family can live a good life in the future, I must win this battle!"

Song Zhigao's gaze was like a torch, his eyes locked tightly on Chen Moxuan, full of Battle Intent.

Song Zhigao happened to be on the scene during the thrilling battle between Chen Moxuan and Lin Muhan, and he witnessed the whole thing.

He knew well that Chen Moxuan's movement techniques were extremely powerful, capable of fully neutralizing the fierce offensive of Lin Muhan's Advanced Yellow-grade sword technique.

Although it was later confirmed that Lin Muhan was a member of the Blood Race, Song Zhigao understood in his heart that his own attainments in sword techniques were still slightly inferior compared to Lin Muhan before her identity was exposed.

Moreover, Chen Moxuan also had a move with astonishing power, the Thunder Shock Punch.

However, Song Zhigao also saw that Lin Muhan had suffered a great loss at the hands of Chen Moxuan before, entirely because she was too eager to attack.

In fact, as long as he maintained pressure, relying on his advantage in cultivation, no matter how exquisite Chen Moxuan's movement techniques were, there would eventually be a time when his stamina ran out.

The key to ensuring victory in this battle lay in continuously suppressing Chen Moxuan and being careful to defend against that move with massive power, the Thunder Shock Punch.

At this moment, Song Zhigao's mind was like a surging wave, using the intelligence from Chen Moxuan's match a week ago to conduct tactical analysis.

In the process of calm reflection, he entered a peaceful and wonderful state, restraining all distracting thoughts.

A person who truly wants to win has no expression.

On the other side, Chen Moxuan was having a headache about another problem.

"Why is there family in tow just to fight a match... How should I fight?"

Hearing the conversation between Song Zhigao and his little sister, Chen Moxuan could not help but feel a bit troubled.

That person might just be the type with a persona of having a father bedridden with a serious illness, a naive little sister, and a mother who heartlessly abandoned the family.

No matter what, Chen Moxuan still could not bear to let the other party lose too uglily in front of his little sister.

Moreover, Lei Wanjun had instructed him beforehand not to expose his true strength in front of everyone.

Furthermore, if he were to use even a trace of the Power of Heaven and Earth unique to the Spirit Ascension Realm, this arena would likely be torn apart in an instant.

But even if he used True Qi, he was not sure if such a weak opponent could withstand it.

"Forget it, I will just use pure, skillful force; I will trade a few moves with him and then throw him off the stage."

In an instant, Chen Moxuan made up his mind to rely solely on his own Physical Body strength to deal with this match.

However, at this moment, his Spiritual Sense finally penetrated the competition venue and reached the outside world.

Soon, he found an existence with an unusually powerful Aura among the Punishment Army patrolling outside.

"Late Stage Tiangang Realm; this person is, nine times out of ten, that Captain Lei."

"Younger than I imagined."

Chen Moxuan carefully observed that person and memorized his appearance.

However, after some observation, he discovered another strange and unfamiliar Aura on the other party.

"This Aura... does not seem like the methods of the Human Race."

Feeling this Aura, Chen Moxuan could not help but be stunned.

Just at this moment, the referee's loud and clear voice rang out, declaring the official start of the match.

"A flaw!"

Song Zhigao, who had been staring closely at Chen Moxuan's movements, immediately thrust his long sword forward without hesitation.

The blade flashed with cold light, cutting through the sky with a fierce Aura.

But the flaw he took for granted was actually the only path to self-destruction.

Chen Moxuan's body had been tempered for a long time and had long formed instinctive combat reactions; without needing his brain to command, it could automatically make a response.

In the moment of distraction, he instinctively responded to Song Zhigao's attack.

His arm swung out swiftly like an agile Dragon, and with a slap that arrived first despite starting later, he fiercely slapped Song Zhigao on the side of his face.

Song Zhigao only felt the world spinning, his vision went black, and he instantly lost consciousness.

And the audience present only heard a loud "bang."

"Eh, why is there only one person left on the arena?"

When they looked closely, Song Zhigao's body was already deeply embedded in the wall outside the arena.