Chapter 61

"Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect both of them to have physical bloodline talents, and one is good at defense while the other is good at attacking. Now it depends on whose contradiction is better." Shi Hai on the stone platform became very interested upon seeing this situation.

"Xiaoming is somewhat winning unfairly. He knows that his bloodline is best at defense, and once his talent is activated, it is almost flawless. How could Young Friend Wang possibly injure him within the time it takes for one incense stick to burn?" The Yu family head on the side laughed and said very confidently.

"That's not necessarily true. I don't know about other things, but Wang Yu has at least killed a Qi Refinement late-stage existence like the Yu family head." Yin Linglong on the other side heard this, cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she said seemingly calmly.

"What? Killed a Qi Refinement late-stage?" This time, the Yu family head was startled instead, and his face changed slightly.

"Killing enemies across ranks?"

Shi Hai was also stunned for a moment, and his gaze subconsciously looked at Wang Yu on the martial arts field, revealing a thoughtful expression.

The Yin family elders and other elders heard the conversation of the three; some were expressionless, while others frowned, their expressions varying.

On the martial arts field, a lit incense candle had already been inserted into an open space on the side of the martial arts field.

Wang Yu carried the long saber and looked coldly at the opposite side.

After Yu Xiaoming smiled slightly, his sleeves shook, and a bright yellow alms bowl appeared in his hand. He just threw it into the air and then pinched a spell with both hands simultaneously.

With a "whoosh" sound.

The alms bowl trembled slightly, and a yellow hurricane sprayed out from it, instantly enveloping the young man, and then swept out in all directions, but it was maintained within a range of five or six zhang, gathered without dispersing, like a yellow python rushing to the sky.

At the same time, a roar that didn't sound like a human came from Yu Xiaoming in the hurricane, followed by a "bang," and the entire ground shook violently.

Wang Yu's eyes flashed, and he saw that a large area of the martial arts field tiles beneath the hurricane had instantly shattered.

"Puff," "puff."

Countless shattered stones jumped up from the ground, becoming part of the hurricane. Countless sharp stones flew in the wind, and even made a "woo-woo" strange whistling sound, the momentum was quite astonishing.

In the center of the hurricane, a giant figure about a zhang tall vaguely appeared, standing motionless in the hurricane, like Mount Tai.

"Stone Manipulation Technique," "Hurricane Bowl."

Wang Yu looked at the green long saber in his hand, then looked at the terrifying hurricane not far away, and muttered a few times.

The next moment, he suddenly threw the long saber in his hand to the ground and walked toward the hurricane with big strides. But after ten or so steps, he flipped his hand, and a silver folding fan appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Whoosh," "whoosh."

He fanned the fan fiercely toward the hurricane twice.

Two pale white wild winds swept out from the fan surface, merged into one, and hit the hurricane.

A "rumbling" loud noise came out.

The two wind forces intertwined, causing the hurricane's wind force to slow down, its power greatly reduced.

Just at this moment, Wang Yu took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled by a circle, tearing all the clothes on his upper body, his arms blocked in front of his head again, he stamped his foot, the ground cracked, and his figure shot out like a cannonball, rushing into the hurricane head-on.

Wang Yu's ears were filled with the sound of the wind, and at the same time, his whole body felt hot, feeling countless broken stones hitting his body, but they were all bounced off by the "skin membrane" covering his body surface.

Wang Yu endured the wild wind, his figure flickered a few times, and then his eyes brightened, and he rushed out of the hurricane.

Only then did he discover that the so-called hurricane was just a ring-shaped wind circle; there was still wind behind him, but it was calm in the center in front.

But what about this Yu Xiaoming in front?

Wang Yu looked at the giant monster a zhang tall in front of him and was speechless for a while.

At this moment, Yu Xiaoming's limbs, body, and head were all covered by a layer of thick, pale red stones. Although these stones were rough on the surface, one could roughly see that it was a suit of armor, and on the shoulders and both sides of the helmet, a stone-like curved horn extended, making the originally gentle young man become huge in size and full of dominance.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to practice body-tempering techniques and easily break my wind-stone restriction. But it doesn't matter; the bloodline-awakened Shi Jia Technique is my true reliance."

"A kind reminder: don't think these are just ordinary stones. Even if I stand still, you won't be able to damage this stone armor at all." After transforming, Yu Xiaoming's eyebrows showed a bit of arrogance. Seeing Wang Yu rush through the hurricane, he crossed his arms and said with a face full of pride.

"Is that so? Then I'll have to try to know." Wang Yu said faintly, but in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a bit envious and jealous.

Isn't this Shi Jia Technique a talent that his Iron-Eating Crocodile bloodline also has!

He never expected this ability to be so cool.

As fellow physical bloodline awakeners, why could the opponent awaken it, while he only awakened the chicken-rib Gold-Pointing Technique?

Thinking of this, Wang Yu took another deep look at the pale red stone armor on the other party, and with a "swish," he pulled out the silver thin sword at his waist.

Then his figure moved, and the thin sword slashed wildly at the stone armor on the other party like a rainstorm.

"Ding-ding-dang-dang," a chaotic sound rang out.

The silver thin sword slashed on the red stones, as if it had slashed on fine steel, leaving only white marks, but not cutting off a single broken stone.

Yu Xiaoming still crossed his arms and stood motionless on the spot, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, clearly carrying a trace of mockery.

The people on the stone platform watched Wang Yu rush into the yellow hurricane head-on. The wild wind was still howling on the martial arts field, but they couldn't see the situation inside at all, so they couldn't help but whisper to each other.

Yin Linglong couldn't help but frown slightly.

Only the Yu family head and Shi Hai were calm and relaxed.

"Yu Family Head, I remember that the Yu family's Small Universe Mirror can project everything within a third of a mile; you should have brought it with you, right?" Shi Hai said to the soap-robed man with a half-smile.

"Of course. I know Xiaoming's cultivation methods and means best, so I naturally brought this mirror specially. Everyone, please wait a moment." The Yu family head nodded, then raised his hand, a silver small mirror flew out from his sleeve, and he urged it with one hand while pinching a spell.

The silver mirror trembled twice, spraying two pale white light beams from it; one fell on the hurricane, and one fell into the void above the martial arts field.

Above the martial arts field, white light bloomed, and a piece of light and shadow emerged.

In the light and shadow, Wang Yu and the transformed Yu Xiaoming were vaguely visible. Although somewhat blurry, they could be seen roughly clearly.

Wang Yu's legs bent slightly, his figure suddenly rose from the ground, and at the same time, his wrist shook, the thin sword immediately rolled up dots of silver light, stabbing straight at Yu Xiaoming's face, which was the only part not protected by stones.

But Yu Xiaoming seemed to have been prepared; he just covered his face with one palm, letting all the silver light stab on the pale red stones.

Wang Yu's body twisted, and he landed on the ground expressionlessly. He lowered his head to look at the thin sword in his hand that already had gaps, various thoughts spinning in his heart.

"Haha, is that all you've got? It's really too boring." Yu Xiaoming saw his palm taken away, lowered his head, and laughed wildly at Wang Yu.

"Boring, is it? I hope you'll still feel that way in a while." Wang Yu threw the thin sword in his hand, replied coldly, then twisted his neck, shook his shoulders on both sides, opened his mouth, and suddenly took a deep breath again.

With a "whoosh," a large amount of gas from the nearby void was sucked in.

Wang Yu's body suddenly swelled again, and at the same time, the muscles on his back squirmed, and a lifelike tiger head emerged.