Chapter 101: Tiger Might

Tonight, the Dragon General Ling Yong walked out of the passage and onto the competition grounds, carrying that black steel coiled-dragon staff weighing ninety-seven jin.

This martial artist at the peak of the Body Breaking Realm stood one meter eighty-three tall, his upper body bare, revealing muscles as solid as rock.

Fighters are inspected before entering the arena; they cannot carry anything other than their designated weapons, nor can they wear any protective gear.

Since tonight is a weapon fight, whether or not one wears clothes is essentially the same, so Steel Bear and Black Blade, like Ling Yong, also revealed their upper bodies.

Only Li Fei wore a mask and a black martial robe, wrapping himself up tightly.

However, he certainly couldn't wear his stab-proof vest underneath, nor did he bring lime powder; he just wore a single layer of clothing and carried a steel saber.

Ling Yong held the bowl-thick black steel coiled-dragon staff in one hand, shouldered it, and walked toward the three of them step by step with a very relaxed posture.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

His footsteps sounded like drumbeats, and each one added a layer of pressure to those present.

As the distance closed, the aura on Ling Yong grew heavier; in the eyes of the three, the person walking toward them was no longer a man, but a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, ready to choose someone to devour!

"【Tiger Pattern】, a fire-attribute first-grade superior implant; its transcendent ability is to grant one super-strong explosive power."

Information regarding Ling Yong surfaced in Li Fei's mind.

The 【Tiger Pattern】 mentioned in the intelligence only had one transcendent ability, but the powerful aura Ling Yong was displaying at this moment clearly exceeded the scope of an ordinary person!

"Is it because Ling Yong is already at the peak of the Body Breaking Realm and has developed the implant so deeply that the 【Tiger Pattern】 has gained a new transcendent ability?"

Such a conjecture flashed through Li Fei's mind.

If that were the case, then tonight's battle would not be easy to fight.

"Huo... huo... huo."

Steel Bear and Black Blade both looked at the slowly approaching Ling Yong with solemn expressions, their breathing growing heavier, large drops of sweat rolling down their foreheads.

When a newcomer who has never fought in a competition enters the arena for the first time, even if they don't throw a single punch from start to finish and only defend passively, they will exhaust a massive amount of physical energy in just a few minutes, appearing even more tired than their opponent.

This is caused by being overly nervous.

Steel Bear and Black Blade were already experienced fighters and originally wouldn't have made such a mistake, but at this moment, they were affected by Ling Yong's powerful might, and unknowingly, their nerves became increasingly taut.

"Cannot wait any longer like this!"

Li Fei made a decision.

Perhaps because he had the Steel Armor implant, or perhaps because of the Myriad Blood Bead, Ling Yong's display of might did not affect him at all.

What felt like the crushing weight of a mountain to others felt like a gentle breeze against his face.

He felt nothing.

Li Fei took the lead, leaped past Steel Bear who was in front, and swung his saber to attack Ling Yong!

"Haha, a rookie indeed, rushing to his death."

In the private box, Zhou Yuan sneered upon seeing this scene, feeling that victory was already in his grasp tonight.

In the history of the Qingyuan Fist Stronghold, whenever a 'Tiger Swallows Dragon' dragon-tiger fight occurred, it was always the three Tiger Generals working together in sincere cooperation, executing excellent coordination, to achieve a difficult victory.

Like Li Fei now, charging up alone to fight the Dragon General one-on-one—without exception, they all ended in miserable defeat!

Ling Yong was somewhat surprised to see Li Fei charging toward him.

The audience outside the arena could not feel that pressure, but he knew it clearly.

He was a wandering martial artist from the jianghu who came to the Qingyuan Fist Stronghold to fight; first, to earn money, and second, to hone his cultivation.

Having fought in the Heaven-rank arena of the Fist Stronghold for nearly two years, he was getting closer and closer to the Qi Transformation Realm, and his development of the 【Tiger Pattern】 within his body had become increasingly deep, finally succeeding in developing a second transcendent ability—Tiger Might!

This ability was very similar to those techniques that intimidate the heart, but its effect on martial artists was better than that of techniques.

"Once I win this match, the money I've saved should be enough for me to buy the elixir needed for breaking through the realm."

Ling Yong thought to himself.

When Li Fei was only about three meters away from him, his right arm visibly swelled, thick veins bulging high like little snakes, and at the same time, orange-red and black patterns emerged.

Shua!!!

The sound of the air being blasted apart rang out in the arena.

The ninety-seven-jin black steel coiled-dragon staff was like a straw in Ling Yong's hand; he swung it with one hand, creating an afterimage as he smashed it toward Li Fei!

Clang—

The massive metallic collision sound drowned out the air-blast sound, a large spray of sparks scattered, and Li Fei dodged to the left while holding his saber.

The blade in his hand was chipped, but he was not sent flying by the staff as others had predicted; instead, he swung his saber to clash with the opponent's iron staff, then used the force to dodge to the side.

He stood his ground!

This scene surprised everyone present.

"He is nothing special either, why are you two panicking?!"

Li Fei's low voice came from beneath the mask, resounding throughout the arena.

Behind him, Steel Bear and Black Blade saw this scene and heard Li Fei's voice, suddenly waking up as if from a dream and pulling themselves together.

Their teammate was actually this fierce?

There's a chance!

"Kill—"

Steel Bear and Black Blade exchanged a glance, then shouted and charged forward.

"I am nothing special?"

A flash of anger crossed Ling Yong's eyes.

His left arm also swelled up, tiger patterns appearing on it, and the might on his body grew even heavier.

This scene reminded Li Fei of the two experts who practiced both Dharma and Martial arts from the Anshen Cult whom he had killed back then.

Later, he looked up the implants those two used in the "Complete Illustrated Guide to Implants" that Hao Yi had given him; they were first-grade superior 【Flame Patterns】, very similar to Ling Yong's 【Tiger Pattern】—both were first-grade superior and both were fire-attribute.

It was just that the characteristic of the 【Flame Pattern】 was a continuous, unending offensive, while the characteristic of the 【Tiger Pattern】 was a single, powerful burst.

This was also the reliance Li Fei had for being confident that he could win tonight's match.

Two experts who practiced both Dharma and Martial arts had been killed by him alone; now, dealing with one Ling Yong, and with two helpers, there was no reason he wouldn't be able to win, right?

What's more, he had now reached the Body Breaking Realm, his health bar was thicker, and he had an extra Blood Soul Skill.

Ling Yong finally gripped the iron staff with both hands, then leaped into the air and smashed it toward Li Fei with all his might!

Li Fei immediately leaped backward, dodging the strike.

The ear-piercing sound of breaking air resounded through the arena again; because the speed of the swing was too fast, the powerful wind from the staff even formed a white shockwave!

Bang!!!

The iron staff smashed heavily into the ground, creating a large crater and sending mud flying.

Although Li Fei dodged the iron staff, he could not dodge the white shockwave and was hit head-on.

Rip—

This shockwave was like a sharp blade, slicing a large opening in Li Fei's black martial robe, and leaving a mark on the ghost mask on his face.

With one strike missing, Ling Yong took advantage of the power surging like a volcano in his arms and continued to launch attacks.

The pitch-black iron staff that had smashed into the ground suddenly leaped upward, like a black dragon emerging from the sea.

Immediately following, this black dragon danced wildly, and the white shockwaves were like the giant waves it kicked up, shrouding Li Fei entirely within them.

The dragon stirs the sea, the four seas surge!

When Ling Yong used this killer move, Steel Bear and Black Blade, who were charging toward this side, both revealed looks of despair.

Under such an offensive, let alone a body of flesh and blood, even a piece of iron would be bent, broken, and shattered!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Several crisp sounds were mixed into the ear-piercing sound of breaking air; the pitch-black staff shadows danced into a blur, and sprays of sparks flew out from within.

The next second, Ling Yong finished his move.

Li Fei was still standing perfectly fine in his original spot!

But the steel saber in his hand had already snapped into two pieces.

Not only that, cyan-colored fragments fell.

The ghost mask on Li Fei's face had been struck by the powerful wind of the staff and had also shattered.

(End of chapter)