Chapter 400 - 245: One Move (2)

Chapter 400: Chapter 245: One Move (2)

However,

this cultivation method had one drawback.

To cultivate Dragon Qi, one had to possess Dragon Blood. The weaker the bloodline, the harder it was to cultivate, but there was still a chance. However, if one possessed no Dragon Blood at all, then there was no chance whatsoever.

Therefore, only the descendants of the founder of Dragon Gate had any chance of cultivating Dragon Qi. Although their Dragon Blood grew weaker with each passing generation, they still possessed it.

In this generation, Ao Lin had only managed to comprehend Dragon Qi after reaching the eighth rank. Perhaps the next successor would never be able to grasp it in their entire lifetime.

Of course, people had considered trying to find a dragon and obtain its blood, just as the founder had. But dragons, creatures of legend, had vanished completely an unknown amount of time ago.

If not for the records left behind by their ancestors, they wouldn’t even believe that the species of dragons had ever truly existed on this world. Thus, though helpless to stop it, they could only watch as the bloodline grew weaker with each generation.

Speaking of which, Dragon Gate’s cultivation method was somewhat similar to those of the ancient races, as they all utilized their bloodlines. The only difference was that the patriarchs of those ancient races were so powerful that they might still be alive somewhere even now, ensuring their bloodlines would likely never dry up.

Hearing Ao Lin voluntarily explain his power, Su Xing didn’t stand on ceremony. Once Ao Lin finished his introduction, Su Xing extended a hand and shouted:

"Please!"

"Hahaha! Very well!"

Ao Lin’s eyes narrowed, his already small eyes becoming mere slits. The friendly expression on his face vanished, replaced by immense seriousness.

"In that case..." Ao Lin’s tone was solemn. "I won’t be holding back. You should be careful, Su Xiaoyou."

Before his words had even faded, Ao Lin’s figure shot forward, his movements faster than his voice. Su Xing hadn’t even heard the final word before Ao Lin’s fist was already smashing down on him where he stood.

Covered in Dragon Qi, Ao Lin was like a true dragon brought to life. Every move he made was accompanied by the faint roar of a dragon. Space itself began to fracture under the force of his punch, and the entire arena instantly shattered, splitting into two distinct halves.

"What!"

"Ao Lin’s punch is that terrifying!"

"To shatter space like this with a single punch... that’s probably even stronger than Lin Tianhan’s all-out attack in the last match! Even Su Xing will have to avoid this one, right?!"

The announcer gripped his microphone, his pupils shrinking as his speech rapidly accelerated. He began his commentary on Ao Lin’s punch.

"What! Just like when he faced Lin Tianhan, Su Xing is charging straight in?! Does he think he can defeat Ao Lin the same way he defeated Lin Tianhan?!"

On the martial arts stage, Su Xing didn’t hesitate for a moment. ’Since this is just a sparring match that stops before going too far, he won’t cause me any real harm. I can afford to be bold and test things out.’ With that in mind, Su Xing charged straight toward his opponent without a second thought.

But unlike his fight with Lin Tianhan, Su Xing wasn’t being overconfident this time. He immediately materialized the Black Sword and slashed viciously at his opponent.

When Ao Lin saw this, he seemed to recall Su Xing’s battle with Lin Tianhan. A smile touched his lips as he thought to himself:

’Excellent!’

The savage Dragon Qi, combined with the already formidable physique of a Martial Artist, imbued Ao Lin’s punch with unimaginable power. It was truly as if a dragon was pouncing on Su Xing.

"Come!"

Under everyone’s watchful eyes,

Su Xing and Ao Lin collided violently.

Fist against sword. Martial Artist against Martial Artist.

Ao Lin had thought he was already taking Su Xing seriously enough. But now that they were truly clashing, he realized he had still underestimated him. ’For someone with heaven-defying talent like Su Xing, no amount of caution is too much.’

As this thought crossed his mind,

a massive explosion erupted.

BOOM!!!

From the stands, the audience seemed to see a giant sword slice an illusory dragon in half as easily as slicing through meat. But before the dragon disintegrated, it swiped a claw and sent Su Xing flying.

"..."

Ao Lin’s face paled. He felt as if he had been struck by some great terror. A horrifying power rampaged through his body, but he forcefully circulated his Dragon Qi again to suppress it.

Under the terrifying might of the collision, the already broken arena completely disintegrated into dust with a loud BANG. Ao Lin retreated continuously, trying to shed the residual force. An unnatural flush suddenly appeared on his face before he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Xing was also blasted backward, his chest caved in. Yet, his expression remained normal, as if he hadn’t suffered such a grievous injury.

"Hah... hah... hah... hah..."

Su Xing’s chest heaved up and down as if he were performing some kind of breathing technique. This was the Qi Cultivation Technique Su Xing had obtained from the unity of immortal and martial arts—the very method for tempering his Immortal Root. It was the perfect way to recover right now.

Soon, his caved-in chest gradually began to rise, eventually returning to its original state as if it had never been harmed by the punch at all.

"..."

Watching the scene before him, Ao Lin was filled with a sense of disbelief. ’This Su Xing’s strength is simply incredible.’

"Shall we continue?" Su Xing asked.

"..."

Ao Lin hesitated for a long moment before finally shaking his head. "The rule we agreed on was to stop before going too far. If we keep fighting, we’d be breaking our agreement."

"I have lost this match."

Ao Lin said, shaking his head again.

Indeed, Ao Lin was far from being unable to continue. But the combat style of two Martial Artists was inherently bloody and violent. If they kept going, the fight would only escalate, and it might become impossible to stop before causing serious harm.

Ao Lin wanted to avoid either himself or Su Xing getting injured. Therefore, he chose to concede. Conceding after just one exchange wouldn’t invite any negative gossip either.

"This..."

The announcer never expected Ao Lin to concede so decisively. The bout had ended after just one exchange, and even this experienced host was too stunned to react immediately.

However, he recovered quickly, immediately announcing Su Xing’s victory and ushering both fighters off the stage.

In the stands, although the audience didn’t understand why Ao Lin had conceded so quickly, they still erupted into thunderous cheers.

Power!

It was the quality that Extraordinary Beings found most alluring.

A powerful and young rising star, a newcomer who had defeated two famous eighth-rank fighters in a row—this was enough to make everyone cheer for him. Unconsciously, everyone began to look forward to Su Xing’s next match.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Ao Lin’s younger brother shook his head and muttered, "Brother, it seems that after you inherited the position of Sect Leader, your strength has declined year after year."

...

"Why did you concede so quickly?"

Lin Tianhan and Yao Yixiao asked as they watched Ao Lin enter the rest area.

"You’re asking the obvious."

Ao Lin glanced at the two of them and said.

"Hahaha."

Yao Yixiao burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Stop laughing."

Ao Lin shook his head. "Haven’t you sensed it? Our era is coming to an end."

"Then whose era is it now?"

Yao Yixiao felt Ao Lin was talking nonsense. They were all eighth-rank fighters. Even if there were people from ancient races above them, those beings couldn’t possibly disregard eighth-rank experts like them.

"Don’t worry."

"I’m up next."

"I’ll make sure our dear Su Xiaoyou loses here."

Yao Yixiao said with great confidence.

"..." Faced with Yao Yixiao’s confidence, the two who had lost simply looked at each other.