In the eyes of the commoners, cultivators were high and mighty masters, unreachable nobles. They were 'immortals' who had escaped the cycle of life, death, sickness and death.
In the eyes of the warriors, cultivators were the object of their envy. Although they ridiculed the delicate bodies of the cultivators, they also envied the abilities of the cultivators. But in any case, in their eyes, the cultivators were a group of people who did not have to do any chores, and whose hands had never been stained by the mud of the paddy field. They had always been glamorous and well-dressed big shots.
However, they had never thought that there would be a day when these cultivators would fight each other like trapped beasts in a cage. They panted heavily and stared at each other with bloodshot eyes. Their eyeballs bulged out like wolves that had not eaten for a few days.
Their originally bright and beautiful robes were now in tatters, and blood had almost soaked every inch of their robes. The originally smooth skin on their faces was now cracked, like dried land. Blood flowed continuously from every crack. The blood quickly solidified, but was immediately torn apart, and new blood seeped out from the bottom. This repeated over and over again, making them look like they were "wrapped in a layer of paste". It was extremely terrifying.
And this was Han Tianxing and Li Xuanming fighting to the death in the arena!
Although in terms of cultivation, Li Xuanming was far stronger than Han Tianxing, who had just joined the sect not too long ago. But this suicidal battle was not a matter of cultivation!
This was like a strong man and a child standing face to face, both of them stabbing each other with knives, neither dodging nor parrying. Could it be that the deciding factor was whose strength was greater?
It was true that those with greater strength could stab their opponents faster and cause greater damage to them.
But everyone was stabbing at each other without dodging or parrying. Could it be that the knife in the child's hand was a fake knife?
Could a child not stab a strong man's body?
Could a strong man not die if a child stabbed him in the vitals?
Could a strong man endure fear and pain better than a child?
That was not the case!
Li Chengfeng watched from the side of the arena for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The intense battle in the arena shocked him to the core. He could not help but think of the terrible battle he once fought in an alley.
Once, in order to shake off his pursuers, he was forced into a dead end in an alley. On the other side, there were more than a dozen thugs who were much older than him. They were armed with weapons and surrounded him tightly.
Li Chengfeng did not back down in the face of absolute danger. He resolutely charged forward, adopting the same strategy as Han Tianxing. He did not dodge or block. If his opponent smashed him with a stick, he would definitely strike back. If his opponent stabbed him with a sword, he would definitely strike back.
The reason why Li Chengfeng did not dodge or parry was because of his rich battle experience. In a situation where he was outnumbered and trapped in a corner, dodging or parrying was useless. Two fists were no match for four hands!
Only a violent and bloody battle like this, where he could overwhelm his opponent in terms of aura, had a slight chance of winning.
In reality, after Li Chengfeng was struck three times with a sword and two with a stick, he managed to cut down five men, causing them to flee in fear.
In fact, if the remaining eight thugs attacked together, they would be able to defeat Li Chengfeng, who was already at the end of his rope. However, humans were not machines.
Humans had seven emotions and six desires. They would feel fear and dread, especially when there were many people around. Fear would spread like a plague.
Li Chengfeng did not know if Han Tianxing had done this by accident or if he had planned it carefully. His seemingly rash and stupid fighting style was the most suitable way for Han Tianxing to fight Li Xuanming.
If the child and the burly man were to engage in close combat and compete in techniques and strength, the one who would win in the end would naturally be the burly man.
But if both sides did not dodge, dodge, or defend, and continued to stab each other, then the effect of technique and strength in determining the outcome would be infinitely reduced, and the effect of courage and perseverance would be infinitely magnified!
Outsiders were shocked to see this fight to the death. However, Li Xuanming and Han Tianxing, who were already caught up in the battle, did not feel it at all. Both of them seemed to have turned into a ball of fire, madly burning themselves in an attempt to overwhelm their opponent.
There was no skill, no fancy tricks, no fancy things, only a brutal and brutal confrontation, only the collision of the piercingly cold Sword Qi, only a collision of blood!
The female disciples of Hidden Beauty Court watched with their mouths agape. Usually, they did not think much of the Hidden Modesty Court and Hidden Sword Court's poor clay craftsmen. Because they usually enjoyed being chased by these men, they developed a sense of superiority.
But when they saw him today, they suddenly understood why it was men who controlled this world.
The answer was right in front of them!
Han Tianxing, a skinny and gentle scholar, could turn into a wild beast. Although he knew he was going to die, he still burned his courage to fight. Li Xuanming, an unprepossessing person who could definitely win, gave up on his forte and chose the stupidest method to fight Han Tianxing. He threw himself into the quagmire of death, bleeding and covered in wounds!
Han Tianxing really wanted to win, so he risked his life to win. Li Xuanming really could not lose, he could not even retreat. He had his pride and dignity, how could he back down in front of everyone?
That was why Li Xuanming put his life and dignity on the line. The two of them fought in a battle that belonged only to men!
Everyone stared dumbfounded. The two of them had already exchanged seventy-eight blows and Han Tianxing was completely covered in blood. He was trembling all over and there was not a single part of his skin that was unscathed. Even his hands, which held the Heavenly Dragon Sword, were trembling violently. Even the spectators could see it clearly from a long distance away.
However, the sword energy released by the Heavenly Dragon Sword did not weaken at all. On the contrary, Han Tianxing's body was overflowing with adrenaline, causing him to forget his pain. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Although he was trembling from fatigue, he was unusually excited!
This was the greatest advantage the Qian Kun Marrow Cleansing Pool gave him: self-healing!
Although it could not compare to Li Chengfeng's powerful regeneration abilities, without this ability, Han Tianxing's body would have collapsed and he would have died after ten strikes.
But now, he relied on his own self-healing ability, his fanatical desire to fight, and his steel-like willpower to crazily overdraft himself without regard for his own life and death. He forcefully exchanged more than seventy blows with Li Xuanming, dragging the high and mighty Li Xuanming into the terrifying blood pool mud.
Very quickly, Han Tianxing swung his sword again. This time, the sword energy was a strange red, as if it was mixed with Han Tianxing's blood, emitting a pungent stench of blood.
Because of this, the roiling red dragon-shaped energy was exceptionally ferocious, howling as it pounced at Li Xuanming. Sand and pebbles flew, murderous!
The referee, who was watching from the sidelines, was also dumbfounded. He didn't know if he should rush in and stop this battle.
If he rushed in, both sides would be furious. If he didn't, there would be no good outcome. One would die, the other would be injured!
This was not the purpose of the Spiritual Mountain Sect's assessment!
Xiaobao, who was dumbstruck, suddenly quivered and whispered to Li Chengfeng, "Han Tianxing can't really win, can he?"
Li Chengfeng could not help but feel lucky. He clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and watched silently as the crimson dragon-shaped energy pounced towards Li Xuanming with its mouth wide open!
At this moment, Li Chengfeng looked at the frail man. His determined gaze was still vivid in his mind. His fanatical cheers rang in his ears. These were the words he once said to Han Tianxing, and Han Tianxing treated these words as his life's belief and goal to fight for.
How could a golden carp leap over the dragon gate without being cut by a thousand knives?
A real man wields his sword and roars, fighting bravely without retreating!