Chapter 636: Qingdi Enters the Battle, Both Sides Suffer

The second match is against Daqian Martial Arts Hall.

The Witch people know their goods; they know that in Fucheng, only two martial arts halls are qualified to erect a merit tripod: one is Bawang Martial Arts Hall, and the other is Daqian Martial Arts Hall.

As for those Martial Arts Association Presidents and Vice Presidents, they are just playing their own little games, closing their doors to amuse themselves; others do not recognize them.

Zhou You is a rising star who has recently gained fame, and he is one of the few powerhouses among the Advanced Martial Masters.

The Witch tribe's assessment of him is that his strength is on the same level as their own Heaven's Pride and Gu-Dao Strong Army.

After finishing the challenge against Bawang Martial Arts Hall, the next one is naturally Daqian Martial Arts Hall.

Is it their turn so soon?

The group from Daqian Martial Arts Hall look at each other; Zuo Shier is the Vice Hall Master, and Qi Qingdi is the Young Hall Master. Their status transcends that of the disciples and Apprentices, so when the matter comes to a head, it falls upon them.

"Master is still in seclusion, and the Mistress has strictly forbidden anyone from disturbing him!"

Qi Qingdi grits his teeth, "I am an Intermediate Martial Master. Uncle Zuo, I will fight in Master's stead for this round."

"That is a Gu-Dao Strong Army, a top-tier powerhouse comparable to the elites of the noble families."

With the full-scale invasion of the Witch people, the classification of powerhouses within the tribe has gradually become widespread among the low- and mid-level martial artists.

Hunting Scouts are the cream of the crop among Martial Masters; above them are the tribal Heaven's Pride, and above the Heaven's Pride are the Gu-Dao Strong Army, analogous to the noble family elites in the Jueguang Sect.

In other words, the one challenging Zhou You on the ring is a top-tier Martial Master powerhouse on the level of Liu Fengji.

I fear that in the entire martial arts hall, apart from Zhou You himself, no one can fight against him.

"Uncle Zuo, we must buy time for Master. I will go first; if I can't hold, you go next."

Zuo Shier grits his teeth and pats Qi Qingdi on the shoulder, "Be careful. Losing is not shameful; you must stay alive."

Qi Qingdi says loudly, "Qi Qingdi of Daqian Martial Arts Hall, fighting in my Master's stead."

Jia Kun on the ring smiles cruelly and hooks his finger at him, "Come!"

The way he looks at Qi Qingdi is no different from looking at a dead man.

It is well known that Zhou You became famous quickly, leaping to become a top Martial Master in the Fucheng martial arts circle in just a few short years. Precisely because he started late, his foundation is insufficient, and he is surrounded only by Primary Martial Masters; the core strength of the entire Daqian Martial Arts Hall is extremely weak.

Although his disciple Qi Qingdi has the reputation of a young genius, it cannot be ruled out that it is a product of mutual commercial flattery.

As a member of the Gu-Dao Strong Army, Jia Kun is even stronger than the previously fought Heaven's Pride, Er Jinmie. One person is enough to break through Bawang Martial Arts Hall, let alone the slightly inferior Daqian Martial Arts Hall! "This child has commendable courage, but he is throwing his life away for nothing."

Martial Arts Association President Li Qixiu says in a low voice to his disciple, "Knowing it cannot be done and doing it anyway is the most foolish behavior. It would be better to preserve one's useful self for the future; perhaps there is still hope."

On the ring...

Jia Kun's gaze sweeps over Qi Qingdi and then passes over the people from Daqian Martial Arts Hall below the stage, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Daqian Martial Arts Hall is entirely propped up by Zhou You alone; you are all mediocre people basking in his reflected glory."

"If I kill him, Daqian Martial Arts Hall will be struck from the record; it's meaningless."

"It's not even as good as Bawang Martial Arts Hall; even without Yan Shan, there were still a few willing to risk their lives."

Qi Qingdi takes out a short staff and points it at him, "Enough nonsense."

"Hmm, a Hidden Charm treasure. Zhou You is truly generous. This match won't be fought in vain; there is loot."

Jia Kun sees that the material of the short staff is not bad and becomes interested. His own weapons are a pair of gauntlets made from the skin of exotic beasts.

As the invasion into Zhong Yuan deepens, the Witch people have plundered a large amount of resources and manpower, and their technology for crafting weapons has risen in a straight line.

The direct result is that the elites among the Witch people are already on par with martial artists in terms of equipment.

Although Jia Kun's pair of gauntlets is not as good as the Hidden Charm treasure, in the hands of a powerhouse, it can bridge the gap in weaponry.

"Wild Witch Heaven-Breaking Hand."

Jia Kun strikes with one hand, enveloping Qi Qingdi's entire body. Both his Qi-blood intensity and his moves are overwhelming.

Anyone with a bit of discernment can see that Jia Kun's strength is even above that of Er Jinmie. Who is Er Jinmie? He beat several Advanced Martial Masters of Bawang Martial Arts Hall to death in succession, and only after his energy was exhausted was he finished off by Qin Shang using a mutually destructive technique.

Jia Kun is an upgraded version of Er Jinmie, currently in a peak state of resting while others work. Qi Qingdi facing him will have a miserable end that one cannot bear to imagine.

The roar of a fierce tiger sounds, only to be extinguished by the palm wind. The gauntlets squirm and change, and each finger stabs out like an Iron Spear.

Swish, swish, swish—in the blink of an eye, Qi Qingdi's torso and limbs are hit repeatedly as if by a machine gun.

Unsurprisingly, even the physical body of an Intermediate Martial Master would be beaten into a pile of minced meat by such a storm of attacks.

"Hmm?"

The first to notice something wrong is Jia Kun. The tactile sensation is abnormal, and suddenly a wisp of strong wind rushes toward his face.

With a "whoosh," the short staff brushes past Jia Kun's earlobe, smashing his left earring to pieces.

Looking at Qi Qingdi again, there is not the slightest trace of injury.

"He is wearing a top-grade protective treasure garment."

【Note: This is the version where everything is correct!】

This guess is correct; Zhou You kept the Iron Feather battle robe for himself and bestowed the soft armor upon Qi Qingdi for self-defense.

Just now, facing Jia Kun's fatal attack, Qi Qingdi used the soft armor to block most of the force, allowing him to counterattack.

He leaps up holding the short staff, Crane Form above and Tiger Form below, Qi-blood erupting, unleashing an output comparable to an

Advanced Martial Master at the level of an Intermediate Martial Master.

"Heaven's Pride level?"

In the Witch tribe's camp, many are slightly surprised to actually see the rare Heaven's Pride level among the martial artists.

They originally thought Zhou You was powerful, but they didn't expect his disciple to be a genius as well.

One tiger and one crane, fully displaying their ferocity; many are seeing someone other than Zhou You perform the Tiger-Crane Dual Form Fist for the first time.

Jia Kun is also caught off guard; he blocks the Hu Zhua but takes a hit from the crane fist, and the short staff strikes his shoulder, cracking the bone.

While in pain, he counterattacks, his gauntlet striking Qi Qingdi squarely in the chest. The violent, massive force penetrates the treasure armor's defense, bringing terrifying destruction.

"Puff!"

Qi Qingdi's internal organs suffer heavy damage; he cannot help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his feet leaving the ground.

Just as he was about to be knocked off the arena, a sharp, ear-piercing whistle rose from the flat ground.

"Nine-Sound Whistling Arrow!"

This trump card, his ultimate technique, was derived by Zhou You based on the Seal Script character for 'Sound', evolving the Qi Family's iron flute weapon art; it was tailor-made and had a 100% compatibility rate with Qi Qingdi.

At this moment, several black holes appeared on the short staff in his hand; it turned out not to be just a short staff, but an iron flute.

The flute sound was as sharp as an arrow, piercing directly through Jia Kun's eardrums for a sudden, unexpected attack.

His left ear was fine, but his right ear was pierced by the Nine-Sound Whistling Arrow; the asymmetrical impact caused his torso to lose balance immediately.

"Not good!"

Jia Kun's reaction speed was extremely fast; disregarding his own terrible state, he mustered all his Qi and blood to strike out with one hand, shrouding the entire arena in a gale of wind as sharp as steel blades.

People around the arena were slashed bloody one after another by the shockwaves.

At the critical moment, relying on his soft armor for protection, Qi Qingdi risked his arms being covered in wounds to close in on Jia Kun, striking his chest with the staff.

Jia Kun was defeated!

Qi Qingdi of the Daqian Martial Arts Hall won a pyrrhic victory, his arm wounds deep enough to see bone, and he was no longer able to fight.

(End of chapter)