Chapter 514: Blood Battle Spear Body VS White Flame Body

Not long after Wang Ji Zhou Yanran finished her fight,

the sound of drums, more intense than any previous match, erupted from the East One Battlefield.

That was Zhou Tieyi's Pingbei Wangfu team facing off against Bai Wugou's Huaiyang Bai Clan.

The spectators at the Great Drill Ground, like wheat waves toppled by the wind, all surged toward the east with a rustle.

Cheng Feng and the others didn't manage to grab a good spot, so they stood by a ruined wall a bit further from the viewing stands.

The terrain here wasn't high, but it faced the center of the Battle Platform directly, allowing them to see clearly.

Wang Ji didn't speak, only hugging her Sword and leaning against the wall, her expression even more serious than when she had watched Lu Zhen earlier.

"Bai Wugou versus Zhou Tieyi." Huo Luan licked his dry, cracked lips. "One has a White Flame Body, the other a Blood Battle Spear Body.

I heard that before Zhou Tieyi came to Tianqi City, he fought a group of barbarian cavalry at the savage border for three days and three nights; he was finally dug out from a pile of corpses, covered in blood, and he seemed like a different person after he woke up.

That Blood Battle Spear Heart Spiritual Object was likely forced out during that time."

"His constitution awakened too late," Wang Ji said indifferently. "If it had been half a year earlier, he might not have lost today. But the White Flame Body is a natural counter to him.

The Blood Battle Spear Body uses one's own Qi and Blood to drive the spear; the more vigorous the Blood Qi, the fiercer the spear momentum.

Yet the White Flame uses True Qi and Blood Qi as fuel; the more valiant and aggressive one is, the faster one burns."

Cheng Feng's gaze darkened slightly: "You mean, Zhou Tieyi will burn himself to death?"

"Even if he doesn't burn to death, he will burn himself dry," Wang Ji said.

"The Blood Battle Spear Body fears this type of person the most. The harder you exert yourself, the happier they are.

As long as Bai Wugou stands there long enough, Zhou Tieyi will defeat himself."

On the platform, the two teams had already ascended. On the Pingbei Prince Mansion side, only two old soldiers stood behind Zhou Tieyi, one holding a shield and the other wielding a broadsword; both were battle-hardened veterans retired from the border, while the other two were severely injured and could no longer take the stage.

In the previous few brutal battles, the Pingbei Wangfu had suffered heavy losses; reaching the top six was already a stretch.

Conversely, for the Bai Clan, the four retainers beside Bai Wugou remained intact; although two were injured in the last match, neither had suffered broken bones or damaged tendons.

The drums sounded, and the four Bai Clan retainers pressed forward first; the two old soldiers raised their shields to meet the enemy.

Blade and shield clashed, sparks flying wildly. The Bai Clan retainers did not win by force; the four of them circled like dogs, entangling the two old soldiers tightly and giving them no chance to turn back to protect Zhou Tieyi.

Zhou Tieyi paid no attention to what was behind him.

He unslung the great spear from his back, the spear tip touching the ground, and walked toward Bai Wugou step by step. With every step he took,

the Blood Qi around his body grew a fraction thicker, as if invisible red mist were seeping out from under his skin, churning around him.

His eyes also slowly turned red, and deep within his pupils, it looked as if two dark flames were burning.

"Bai Wugou." Zhou Tieyi flicked his spear tip, pointing it straight at the center of Bai Wugou's brow. "Come, let me weigh how heavy your White Flame is."

Bai Wugou stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes shining quietly amidst the Blood Qi and firelight.

He glanced at the red mist on Zhou Tieyi's body and said softly: "Your spear momentum follows a path of risking one's life. Fighting me will only hurt yourself."

"I've been rolling in piles of corpses since I was a child; this life was something I picked up in the first place."

Zhou Tieyi laughed loudly, took a step forward, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from a bow, the great spear thrusting out like a blood-colored dragon.

The wind of the spear broke through the air, actually producing a mournful whistling sound, like the killing cries of thousands of troops on a battlefield roaring in unison.

Bai Wugou dodged to the side, White Flame rising from his palm, and backhanded the spear shaft.

The spear shaft hummed and vibrated; the blood-colored flame and the white flame twisted together, emitting a harsh sizzling sound, like red-hot iron suddenly plunged into ice water.

Zhou Tieyi felt a searing heat in his hands, and a charred mark appeared on the spear shaft.

Yet he did not let go; the spear body spun, and the butt of the spear swept toward the back of Bai Wugou's head.

Bai Wugou lowered his head to avoid it, the White Flame crawling along the spear momentum toward the hands Zhou Tieyi was using to grip the weapon.

"Come on! Burn! Let's see if you burn through me first, or if I stab you to death first!"

Zhou Tieyi roared, advancing instead of retreating, his spear momentum suddenly accelerating like a crazed blood python, thrusting thirteen times in succession at Bai Wugou.

Every strike carried blood, every strike was lethal.

Bai Wugou retreated thirteen steps, and the White Flame burned ever more intensely, spreading from his fingertips to his arms, and from his arms up to his shoulders.

That white flame burned along the spear shaft, the spear wind, and even the Blood Qi stirred up by Zhou Tieyi, like a silver snake that could penetrate anything.

Every time Zhou Tieyi attacked, the White Flame retaliated. His sleeves caught fire first, followed by his wrist guards, his chest, and his hair. The more intense the Blood Qi unleashed by the Blood Battle Spear Body,

the more vigorous the White Flame became, like a wildfire lit on a snowy plain, burning ever more frantically.

"Zhou Tieyi is not going to hold on much longer," Liu Yu said in a low voice.

Cheng Feng didn't speak, only staring at Zhou Tieyi.

The great spear was already burning red-hot, yet Zhou Tieyi's hands did not let go; the flesh of his palms was a bloody mess, the charred skin and muscle fused to the spear shaft.

He was still thrusting; his spear momentum had become somewhat scattered, but his killing intent had grown even stronger. Bai Wugou had also taken a hit, the spear tip grazing his waist and ribs,

a bloody gash blooming on his white clothes, but the White Flame erupted from the wound, as if that spear tip had poured another layer of oil onto it.

"You should concede." Bai Wugou retreated to the edge of the platform, his voice revealing a hint of reluctance.

"In my dictionary, Zhou Tieyi, there is no such thing as conceding."

Zhou Tieyi hissed a laugh, the spear body shook, and the blood mist surged violently, as if he were forcing out his very last bit of vitality.

The spear thrust out like a dragon, the Blood Qi like a rainbow, piercing straight toward Bai Wugou's face.

Bai Wugou did not dodge.

He released his right hand, letting the White Flame swirl into a scorching white ring in his palm, and slapped it against the spear tip.

With a boom, the White Flame exploded, like a sun bursting above the Battle Platform.

The blood-colored flame shattered inch by inch, the great spear flew out of his hand, and Zhou Tieyi's entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing onto the bluestone platform and rolling twice, smoke rising from his charred body.

The two old soldiers rushed up like madmen, one tearing off his outer robe to smother the White Flame on him, the other raising his blade to stand in front of Zhou Tieyi, his eyes splitting with rage.

Bai Wugou stood in the center of the platform, his white clothes also half-blackened, and the blood from his waist and ribs staining half his hem red. He gasped for breath, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced in Zhou Tieyi's direction and said in a low voice: "You are very strong. Give you another half a year, and you would be a true Blood Battle Spear Body. Now... don't die."

Zhou Tieyi could no longer speak, only staring with a pair of blood-red eyes, lips moving as if to swallow back all the hatred and fire of that half-year into his stomach.

"Pingbei Wangfu, defeated!" the referee shouted aloud.

The spectator stand was deathly silent, followed by a landslide-like roar.

Cheng Feng turned and walked back. Huo Luan caught up, face somewhat pale: "That strike from Bai Wugou sent Zhou Tieyi's spear flying. Tell me, how many moves could I last if I went up?"

"You wouldn't last," Cheng Feng said, "I might be able to; I am actually glad that when we fought, Zhou Tieyi hadn't yet awakened his constitution."

Huo Luan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything more.

Wang Ji walked at the very front and suddenly said: "The next match, it should be us against the Bai Clan."

The footsteps of the few all paused.

Wang Ji did not turn back, only hugging the Sword in her arms a little tighter: "Everyone go back and rest. Tomorrow, fight well."