I couldn't help but furrow my brows. The Overwhelming Sadness Palm was indeed powerful. No wonder they didn't think highly of me. No matter how powerful the Yi Jinjing Scripture was, it wouldn't be able to unleash any earth-shattering destructive power in the first five cycles.
'Although my breath can cause quite an impact, it can only be used on normal people and normal martial artists. For people at Tang Haotian's level, those tricks are nothing more than sensationalism. They can casually surge a wave of qi and achieve a similar effect.'
In all fairness, Tang Haotian had the strength to enter the top six, and he might even be able to advance to the next level. It was a bit of bad luck for me to be his opponent, but that was the way of the competition. In his eyes, I was a stumbling block, and from my perspective, I couldn't lose!
Grandmaster Chen had already said that he and I had more than fifty million in chips. For a person like me who loved money as much as my life, it would be more painful to watch fifty million go to waste than to lose my life.
Whether it was for money or for pride, I couldn't lose. However, I didn't want to use the True Martial Seven Extinctions at this critical moment. Most importantly, there might be a hidden danger in the future. For example, I had rashly activated the Mirror of Fire. Although I had eliminated the corpse puppet, I had used up all of my internal energy. It wasn't the end yet. If something like that happened, I wouldn't be able to do anything.
Moreover, I was also worried that the big shots on the judging panel would notice something amiss.
'Forget it. I'll test the upper limit of the Dragon Fist first.' I gritted my teeth and dashed forward like an arrow.
Momentum was very important. Giving Tang Haotian more time to gather his qi wouldn't do me any good. On the contrary, taking the initiative to attack showed my determination and attitude to win.
I couldn't deny that when I participated in the elite competition, I was fearless with the Blood Demon as my trump card. Because I relied on the Blood Demon, I paid a heavy price. The damage to my Dantian couldn't be healed yet. Fortunately, I had internal energy to hide.
Now, I could be frank. At this moment, violent earth energy circulated around my body.
I shouted, and the earth energy quickly condensed into a small azure dragon. It looked very lifelike, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
"Hiss." The audience couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"Dragon!"
This was a mythical creature of legend, and the people of Hua Xia had revered dragons for thousands of years.
Actually, as long as one had a high level of attainment in Qi-Jin and Inner Strength, they could try it. However, if one wanted to imitate the shape of a dragon, the difficulty was no small matter. It was just like drawing. Some people could draw a majestic dragon, while others could only draw something neither. It made people not know whether to laugh or cry.
His expression was especially hard to replicate. At this moment, there was an azure dragon circling above my right arm. The dragon's whiskers and dragon patterns could be seen clearly. A pair of dragon eyes exuded an unparalleled majesty.
"This is the long-lost Azure Dragon Fist?!" The spectator stands burst into exclamations.
"From the looks of it, he has at least reached the Great Accomplishment Realm, right?"
"What the heck, how can this be considered an outer disciple? Even a Grandmaster who rules over a region would find it hard to achieve such a feat!"
"Don't tell me he really wants to fight his way into the top three?"
That's right, this was the most powerful fist technique of the Dragon Fist. I actually didn't dare to use it carelessly. Dragons were legendary creatures that had always been revered as gods by the people. Whether it was a divine dragon from the East or a demonic dragon from the West, they were all symbols of power.
Because of its unparalleled destructive power, it was also a great test for the user. In order to unleash the profound meaning of the Azure Dragon Fist, one had to study and comprehend at least eighty percent of the Hundred Fist Techniques.
At this moment, even the few big shots at the judging panel couldn't help but be moved. Among them, there were many martial arts masters who had taught fist techniques. They had the ability to execute it perfectly like me, but if they thought about it carefully, I was not even nineteen years old. What were they doing at nineteen years old?
In the blink of an eye, the azure dragon condensed from earth energy on my arm pounced forward.
Although Tang Haotian was a little flustered, at this moment, he could only brace himself and face it head on.
"Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt." As the fist and palm collided, there was an ear-piercing sound.
The light in Tang Haotian's palm dimmed. Although he kept adding Qi-Jin, it seemed a little weak. The stalemate lasted for less than ten seconds.
His Qi-Jin defense exploded, and the incomparably ferocious azure dragon bit his palm.
"Hiss."
The bone-deep pain made Tang Haotian's face turn green. He never dreamed that the palm technique that he was so proud of would be defeated.
"I'm going to kill you!" Tang Haotian's eyes were bloodshot. He was ready to burn his blood essence and break through.
Generally speaking, it was not difficult for the geniuses on the provincial roll to become HuaJin Masters. In the eyes of outsiders, they were a group of demon-level freaks who deliberately suppressed their cultivation and condensed their Qi-Jin to the extreme. That way, they could completely defeat HuaJin Masters with the peak of concealed-strength. This way, not only could they dominate the Hero Roll for a long time, but they could also bring glory to the dojo.
Once they entered HuaJin, no matter how strong they were, they would not be able to enter the Hero Roll. From a certain point of view, the loss outweighed the gain.
However, at this critical juncture, Tang Haotian had no other choice. He only wanted to win. If he lost, he would only be in the top twelve, and he would be letting down the Shangjing Martial Arts Dojo.
"Haotian, don't mess around!"
At that moment, a middle-aged man on the judging panel shouted angrily. He dashed forward and appeared behind Tang Haotian in the blink of an eye. He grabbed Tang Haotian's shoulder and a strong Qi-Jin instantly blocked Tang Haotian's meridians, preventing him from burning his blood essence.
"Don't stop me, Master," Tang Haotian said angrily.
Slap! The middle-aged man suddenly slapped Tang Haotian's face. Tang Haotian was a little dumbfounded.
"A loss is a loss. What's the big deal? I'm not afraid of being humiliated, so why are you being so arrogant? Remember, victory and defeat are common in martial arts. Don't be blinded by victory," the middle-aged man shouted with a steely face.
He knew Tang Haotian's strength better than anyone else. He was at least one of the best in the capital. Even in the whole of Hua Xia, Tang Haotian was a rare talent. Although he had lost, he did not feel wronged. Under the current situation, Tang Haotian would be thrown off the stage before he could return to his peak condition. Even if he fought again, it would be useless. Moreover, Grandmaster Chen would not stand by and do nothing. If that happened, Tang Haotian could only watch helplessly as he lost all his cultivation and became a cripple. That would be a great loss for the Shangjing Martial Arts Dojo.
Tang Haotian gradually calmed down. He looked at his palm. It was already a bloody mess. Although it was painful, the feeling of his heart bleeding was even more unbearable. He glared at me, his gaze like that of a wild beast.
"Master, I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in Tang Haotian's eyes. Then, he lifted his head and strode away from the scene.