Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

"The opponents are Lin Zhengli from Wangjiang City and Zhao Tiehe from Sanshan City. Begin!"

At the referee's command, both sides began to form hand seals at a dizzying speed.

The only difference was that Lin Zhengli stood still with a calm expression, while Zhao Tiehe formed hand seals while charging forward.

This was a collision of two completely different styles, and before the collision, no one knew the outcome.

The earth-element qi gathered, and sharp stone spikes burst out of the ground.

Similarly, Yang Xingyong used the earth spikes for defense, while Zhao Tiehe used them for offense.

A wave seemed to appear out of nowhere, lifting Lin Zhengli into the air and narrowly avoiding the attack of the earth spikes.

This was the Ding-ranked Taoist technique, Wave Soaring, a technique that used water-element qi to move.

Zhao Tiehe had completed his hand seals, and with a lift of his hands, the earth spikes shot up towards Lin Zhengli in the air!

Unlike Yang Xingyong's second attack, which relied on physical force to push the earth spikes, Zhao Tiehe's attack was a true innovation of this Taoist technique, manipulating the technique itself for a second variation.

Lin Zhengli was in the air, having already used Wave Soaring, seemingly with no way out. But his fingers suddenly flicked, and the wave carrying him suddenly intensified, and another wave emerged from within, carrying him away from the attack of the earth spikes.

He had also demonstrated the second variation of Wave Soaring!

It can be said that the battle between Zhao Tiehe and Lin Zhengli truly demonstrated the power of Taoist techniques.

And the advanced variations of these two Taoist techniques also reflected the foundation of the Taoist academies in Sanshan City and Wangjiang City. It should be noted that these changes in basic Taoist techniques can truly enhance the overall strength of the academies.

Lin Zhengli kept evading, but Zhao Tiehe's attack did not stop. He lifted off the ground with a stomp of his foot.

He rose from the bottom with an uppercut. However, his fist was already covered by layer upon layer of stone, the Covered Stone Fist!

He almost replicated Yang Xingyong's Taoist technique in response to Lin Zhengli's previous comment of "weak chickens pecking each other."

At this point, Lin Zhengli was still in the air, almost with no way out, but his fingers flicked once again.

Within the wave, another wave emerged, pushing him away from the attack.

Triple Waves!

A mere Wave Soaring, an ordinary movement Taoist technique, had shown three variations today.

If the second variation of the earth spikes had pushed the Taoist technique to the limit of the Ding rank, then the Triple Waves had already raised the Ding-ranked technique to the level of the Ceng rank. This was a qualitative improvement!

Zhao Tiehe's Covered Stone Fist failed again, and he had no time to be shocked because Lin Zhengli's counterattack had arrived.

All the water-element qi on the field suddenly erupted, and water flowed everywhere, waves surging. The surging waves rushed in from all directions, and Zhao Tiehe was unable to avoid them, being hit by a wave on the spot. He was like a sandbag being hit back and forth, making a muffled sound.

This was a naked Ceng-ranked Taoist technique, the Furious Waves!Lin Zhengli's expression remained calm, no longer the slightest bit frivolous before the battle, but rather a kind of composure that everything was under control. He quickly pinched the tactics with both hands, and in the moment when the rage ended, he pulled out an extremely long vine whip, whistling and lashing out.

Zhao Tiehe was almost powerless in the rage, but he just hugged his head and shrank his body, curling up as much as possible to minimize the attack range.

At the moment when the rage ended, his body also stretched out, suddenly reaching out and grabbing the vine whip.

His mouth was still bleeding, his clothes were already tattered, revealing a body full of bruises. But he seemed not to feel the pain, as if all the cultivators from Sanshan City had this kind of fierceness, he grabbed the vine whip and was about to pull Lin Zhengli towards him!

But Lin Zhengli's hand loosened, and the vine whip suddenly turned back, swimming around Zhao Tiehe's body like a spirit snake, firmly binding him.

It turned out that the Dao technique Lin Zhengli had just used was not the mid-grade Qingteng whip, but the high-grade Chanteng technique!

He used the Chanteng technique not to bind his opponent first, but to disguise it as a Qingteng whip, inducing Zhao Tiehe to grab the whip and perfectly entangle him.

It can be said that every step of Zhao Tiehe from the start of the battle until now has fallen into calculation. Even from this perspective, the words he said to Zhao Tiehe before the battle may not be a foreshadowing.

At this moment, Lin Zhengli can already reap the fruits of his victory.

He calmly pinched the Dao decision, and this time he was really pulling out the Qingteng whip, fiercely lashing out at the bound opponent.

But the vines on Zhao Tiehe's body suddenly exploded, and he rolled on the ground, avoiding the unreserved whip.

At this moment, people finally noticed the blood flowing down Zhao Tiehe's body, as well as the dense bloodstains. On the ground, the dense broken stones were mixed with the remnants of the vines.

It turned out that Zhao Tiehe had covered himself with a layer of stone armor at the same time as the rage ended. Lin Zhengli may not have noticed, or may have noticed but didn't care.

Because the stone armor technique itself is only a Dao technique that increases defense, and does not help to get rid of the vine technique.

But the stone armor exploded.

Instantly, Zhao Tiehe was blown apart, and the vines entwined around him also exploded.

This scene was extremely tragic, and many people couldn't bear to watch it anymore. Ling Hu even reached out and covered Jiang An'an's eyes.

And Zhao Tiehe, dragging his blood-stained body, launched another charge towards Lin Zhengli.

No one knows why he still doesn't give up, no one knows why he still wants to persist.

Isn't it just a battle of Dao discussion?

It's not like the November County Exam, it doesn't involve the future at all!

This is a year-long battle, and the other participating cultivators are all watching from outside the field.

Sun Xiaoman stared at the field without blinking.

And Lin Zhengren turned his head to look at her, "Do you still want to continue fighting at this point, Miss Xiaoman? Someone will die."

"Is it life or honor? I can't decide for him." This seemingly small barefoot girl didn't even turn her head.

"Snap!"

This time, Zhao Tiehe couldn't avoid the whip.

A deep whip mark appeared, and his skin was torn apart.

But it seemed that he didn't have the intention of avoiding it, but took advantage of the opportunity when the whip was drawn back, grabbed the end of the whip with one hand, and twisted his body several times, entangling the Qingteng whip around his body.He pulled the whip and approached Lin Zhengli. The stone on his fist slowly condensed, and the speed was slower than before, but still the same, the Fist of Overturning Stones.

Lin Zhengli had to let go and give up the whip condensed by his Dao. He retreated while saying, "Surrender! If you keep going like this, you will really die!"

"Surrender?" Zhao Tiehe looked at Lin Zhengli, and the smile on his mouth grew bigger and bigger. "The people of Sanshan City cannot be looked down upon by you like this!"

He suddenly rushed forward a few steps and smashed with the Fist of Overturning Stones!

Boom!

Lin Zhengli jumped away from the original place, and the stone fist smashed into the ground, leaving a deep pit.

"Looking for death!" Lin Zhengli was in the air, and his hands were already rapidly forming seals. He didn't want to admit that he was already frightened in this battle, but he had decided to use more fierce Dao techniques, even if he couldn't control it, even if...it would kill his opponent.

When the Dao technique was faintly formed, he happened to land. The timing was so perfect that he almost praised himself.

However, there was a pit on the ground for some reason, and he didn't know when it appeared.

It was a pitfall that Zhao Tiehe had set up early on. Guided by the power of the earth, the ground sank. It was a low-level Dao technique, a D-class inferior product, named "Pitfall."

But it was so perfect.

Lin Zhengli stumbled under his feet, and his whole posture collapsed. The prepared Dao technique also dissipated. Although he turned his body in the first time, he didn't fall to the ground.

But Zhao Tiehe rushed over like a beast and pinned him to the ground firmly.

The two of them were so close that the Dao techniques outside of the instant lost their meaning.

Bang!

That was the sound of a fist hitting a face.

"I'm not a barbarian!"

Bang! Bang!

"I am...Zhuangguo Qinghe County! The cultivator of Sanshan City! Zhao, Tie, He!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhao Tiehe punched one after another.

Lin Zhengren outside the arena's eyelids kept jumping, as if those punches were hitting him in the face.

"Surrender!" he shouted.