Chapter 512: The Ranking of the Top Six

Following the Hengyang Lu Clan, the Immortal Seeds of the Martial Dao Assembly emerged one after another, as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

The gambling dens in Tianqi City no longer dared to open books casually.

Everyone knew that the gap between an Immortal Seed and an Ordinary martial artist could no longer be calculated by odds.

Previously, Lu Zhen shattered the Duan Dao Sect, and Bai Wugou burned through the Iron Sword Manor,

and the next to appear were the Luoyang Pei Clan and the Black Water Sect.

"The Pei Clan and the Black Water Sect, this draw is quite a coincidence," Liu Yu said.

"Both houses have solid foundations; neither is worse than the other.

Among those who came from the Gu Valley Pei Clan this time, there is one named Pei Qing,

who is said to be the direct descendant of the Pei Clan's main family, soaked in medicinal water since childhood, his entire sinews and bones permeated by medicinal power.

Whether he is an Immortal Seed or not, there is no certainty before the match.

The Black Water Sect goes without saying; that She Hualong in their sect cultivates the Black Water Profound Snake Art,

half-human and half-snake. Although his realm is the True Qi Realm Initial Stage, his aura is extremely cold and sinister; he is no good sort."

"Half-human and half-snake?" Huo Luan became interested. "Then he's half a clansman with Cheng Feng."

"Clansman my ass." Cheng Feng rolled his eyes at her and lowered his head to look at the injury on his arm.

"The Panmian certified it, I am a Flood Dragon~" Cheng Feng muttered in his heart.

The splint on his left arm had already been removed, and the bone fracture still felt a bit sore and numb, but the recovery power of the Flood Dragon Body was no boast.

He clenched his fist; the new flesh on his knuckles glowed a pale red, and he was already able to fight.

Wang Ji said, "Pei Qing's medicinal bones are impervious to blades and swords, similar to your hard-body training.

She Hualong's snake arts are treacherous; his figure is fast and supple, specifically targeting joints.

If both of these two possess Immortal Seed constitutions, today's match will be a clash between two Immortal Seeds."

"Then let's watch." Huo Luan sat down on the spectator stand and started gnawing on a muskmelon again.

At the East No. 2 Battle Platform, the duel between the Pei Clan and the Black Water Sect began amidst a solemn, murderous atmosphere.

The five members of the Pei Clan were all dressed in cyan-grey tight-fitting outfits, holding long halberds. The halberds were twelve feet long with iron-wood shafts and snow-bright blades; they were heavy weapons only seen in military formations.

Pei Qing stood in the very center, his figure half a head taller than the other four, with broad shoulders and a wide back, his skin glowing with a faint medicinal yellow, like a layer of copper film nurtured within his flesh and bones by something.

He held no long halberd in his hands, only a short blade hanging at his waist, looking extremely inconspicuous.

The people of the Black Water Sect wore pitch-black soft armor, and their weapons were extremely varied: forks, hooks, whips, and one person was empty-handed, his ten fingers pitch-black, as if they had been soaked in ink for half a lifetime.

She Hualong stood at the very back, his long hair disheveled, his complexion pale, his eyes narrow and long, his pupils as thin as two slits.

When he moved, his upper body remained almost motionless, his soles sticking to the ground as he glided, like a snake moving through water.

"Begin the fight!"

The Pei Clan attacked first. Four long halberds thrust out simultaneously like four iron dragons, striking straight at the heart of the Black Water Sect's formation.

The four members of the Black Water Sect met them, their soft armor flapping loudly from the halberd wind, yet relying on their agile figures, they wove through the halberd shadows to counterattack.

The hook-user circled to the side, the tip of the hook slicing under the ribs of a Pei Clan martial artist;

the whip-user entangled another's halberd shaft and pulled violently, causing the man to stagger.

The Pei Clan's formation was slightly disordered, and Pei Qing finally moved.

He took a step forward, and the bluestone under his feet cracked into a spiderweb with a "Crack!" sound. He reached out with his bare hand toward the hook-user; the hook blade scraped against his forearm, yet it only left a few white marks, not even breaking the skin.

Pei Qing grabbed the handle of the hook with a backhand grip and lifted the man off the ground by force, tossing him off the Battle Platform like a sack of rice.

The whip-user was terrified; before the whip tip could be retracted, Pei Qing had already rushed before him and slammed a fist into his chest.

The man's armor plates shattered, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and flew backward.

"The strength of the True Qi Realm Initial Stage, with a foundation of hard-body training." A sharp glint flashed in Cheng Feng's eyes. "This Pei Qing's strength is not bad."

"He is an Immortal Seed," Wang Ji said. "'Medicine King Body', refining flesh and blood as a medicine furnace since childhood; he looks unassuming, but he is actually no weaker than you. The main thing is that his recovery power is extremely strong."

On the other side, She Hualong also made his move.

After the Black Water Sect lost two men in succession, She Hualong slithered out, his palms like snake tongues, slapping toward Pei Qing's back.

Pei Qing turned around to meet the blow, and fist met palm with a deep, muffled sound.

Pei Qing groaned, his expression changing slightly, and he retreated two steps.

She Hualong's black palms were like iron whips, leaving a black mark on Pei Qing's medicinal-yellow skin.

"Black Water Profound Snake Palm, it's poisonous," Liu Yu said. "No matter how thick Pei Qing's skin is, he will suffer a hidden loss."

Sure enough, Pei Qing's right fist trembled slightly, and a layer of fine blood beads seeped out from the black mark, but they dried up again very quickly.

"Poisonous? My Medicine King Valley fears nothing, except poison."

He frowned, his short blade unsheathed, the blade light like a waterfall, curling back toward She Hualong.

She Hualong's figure folded, his entire spine like it had no bones, sliding along the ground and emerging from Pei Qing's left side, his poisonous palms striking repeatedly.

Pei Qing blocked three palms in a row, his blade momentum forced to become increasingly narrow.

"If you don't fear it, then take a look at my methods," She Hualong said viciously.

The two fought for over twenty rounds, both sustaining injuries.

Pei Qing was struck by three palms, black Qi rising over half his body, but the Medicine King Body recovered extremely quickly; as soon as the black Qi dissipated, he fought even more fiercely.

She Hualong was grazed once by Pei Qing's blade, a long gash opening under his ribs, and the blood was dark purple, hissing and smoking as it dripped onto the stone.

"This She Hualong is also a Different Body," Wang Ji said. "'Profound Snake Life Body', his blood contains poison; the harder you hit him, the more violent the poison's backlash.

Although Pei Qing has the Medicine King Body to protect him, if he is entangled by She Hualong for too long, the medicinal power will not be able to suppress the snake venom."

Huo Luan's eyes went wide as she listened: "There are so many Immortal Seeds; I didn't see a single one before, and now they're all popping out one by one.

Damn it, it turns out everything we fought before was just an appetizer."

"This is why the Immortal Sect came to watch the battle," Liu Yu said coldly.

"They aren't here to watch the excitement at all; they are here to watch these people."

Cheng Feng, Lu Zhen, Bai Wugou, Pei Qing, She Hualong, and Wang Ji—there are already six anomalies on the stage now.

"And that's not even counting those who have already been taken away by the Immortal Sect in advance."

Wang Ji did not respond, only watching the stage quietly.

At this moment, the battle on the stage had reached a white-hot intensity. The supporting Martial Artists of the Pei clan and the Black Water Sect had all fallen, both sides suffering heavy losses, with none spared.

Only Pei Qing and She Hualong remained in the arena, fighting each other.

Pei Qing's blade moves were perilous, his strength heavy and deep, like an indestructible Vajra.

She Hualong's body was like a swimming snake, his palm techniques tricky, like a venomous soft whip.

Pei Qing slashed She Hualong's right shoulder, nearly severing the entire arm, but She Hualong twisted his torso and struck three consecutive palms against Pei Qing's chest with his left hand.

Pei Qing finally could not hold on, spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and fell backward; he tried his best to stand up, but he was trembling and failed.

She Hualong could not hold on either, kneeling on one knee, half his body soaked through with blood.

"Get up!"

Amidst the gaze of the masses, he stood up.

"Black Water Sect... wins." The referee's voice trembled, badly shaken by this bloody scene.

Bai Wugou, Lu Zhen, Pei Qing, She Hualong, plus Wang Ji and Cheng Feng—the anomalies and monsters at this Martial Dao tournament have already surpassed those of several previous sessions.

The people from the Immortal Sect no longer sat still; from time to time, someone would stand up to send messages or pass tokens down to the arena. They were recording names.

"The upcoming draws won't let us have it easy anymore." Wang Ji stood up and pulled at her cloak. "Let's go. Let them fight; we have to go back and prepare."

The group turned to leave the arena, with Cheng Feng walking at the back. He looked back at the two figures still dripping blood on the stage and suddenly said in a low voice, "I wonder who we will run into next."

Liu Yu said, "No matter who it is, you must first heal your injuries to ten percent."

Cheng Feng nodded, clenching his fists, his nails digging into his palms, but his gaze was frighteningly bright.

These experts—Cheng Feng truly wanted to face them one punch at a time.