Blind Spot
Chapter 302 - 282 Fierce Battle II

Chapter 302: 282 Fierce Battle II

The Seven Spirit Holy Technique can only be passed on to seven people practicing together; anyone else wanting to cultivate the Holy Spirit Technique must wait for one of the seven to pass away before taking their place.

Practicing the Holy Spirit Technique requires the Sacred Text for foundation building and entry.

But that, he knew, and others did not.

Therefore, he followed Li Changgu and went to his own heavily guarded, hidden residence.

Through the connection with Xiao Nan, he and Li Changgu faintly established a line, becoming potential allies.

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In the suburbs of Chaoyu, an ancient courtyard with red and black as the main colors stood silent and unmoved.

Flocks of birds circled overhead.

Clouds were continuously drawn towards the rain area, passing over this place from above.

Inside the courtyard.

A group of young disciples in white robes and black pants were arrayed in formation, practicing a rhythmic series of interlinked palm techniques.

All the disciples moved their footsteps continuously as they struck out with their palms, and after sixty-four moves, their steps cycled back to form a circle on the ground.

This was the Hongyan Bagua Palm of the Yan Bagua Gate.

The Bagua formation has been in existence for a long time, but the founder of Yan Bagua Gate, Chen Jiahan, based on the original Bagua formation, made improvements and integrations to create the first set of Bagua Palm.

Using formation as palm technique, embodying the changes of the Bagua, and basing it on the principle of adaptability, Chen Jiahan, after creating this technique, was invincible in every battle and incrementally used the Bagua force contained within the palm technique to refine himself, forging a body as hard as copper and iron, striking with the sharpness of a knife, peerless in edge.

Yan Bagua Gate came into existence on this foundation.

At this moment, deep in the courtyard, in a small separate room.

Zhao Xianrou, whom Li Chengyi had met in the bar before, was kneeling respectfully on a cushion, waiting for the tall man opposite her to reply.

"Dragon Whisker Sect? Should be the one founded by Yu Long in recent years, right? Just a new school, nothing more. Sister, you want me to help you vent your anger and dispose of their contestants?" the man said in a deep voice.

"Just a small probe will suffice, after all, the person who approached me was quite arrogant, so he must truly have skill and learning," Zhao Xianrou smiled.

"You want the sister to join Dragon Whisker Sect? Arrogant in tone, and also a foreigner from Mortal City, likely hasn’t seen much of the world. He probably feels invincible among his peers after achieving some realm, thinking he’s unrivaled under the heavens," the man chuckled.

"I understand what you mean, sister. Well, our eldest brother is currently in seclusion, breaking through the final realm, and must not be disturbed. As his younger brothers, we need to lead the preliminaries in the competition. If we encounter that person, we’ll teach him a lesson and crippling a few of them is but a trivial matter."

"Eldest brother is about to step into the final realm?" Zhao Xianrou exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this.

Yan Bagua Gate is the premier and strongest combat school of Yi Country, also the one with the most members.

Chen Jiahan, the eldest disciple of the gate, is known as the strongest combat genius once in a century.

At thirteen, he reached human body limits and crushed two Reinforced Humans barehanded.

At seventeen, he cultivated the Yan Bagua Palm to the seventh layer. And it is known that the entire Bagua Palm has only up to nine layers.

Now at twenty-one, his Soft Qi and Hard Qi are fused into one, blending softness with firmness, transforming into the Yin Yang Bagua energies. With limitless variations in his techniques and peerless power, he consecutively won the championship throne of the fierce competitions twice.

Now, hearing that the eldest brother was about to break through to the highest ninth realm, even Zhao Xianrou was slightly astonished.

The ninth layer of the Yan Bagua Palm, like many other schools, is a legendary and ideal perfect level.

Dragon Realm of Dragon Whisker Sect is similar.

Apart from the founder, Chen Jiahan, no one in Bagua Gate has reached that realm in a hundred years.

"Someone from Jiu Yi came before, and they spoke privately with the eldest brother for a long time. Afterward, he announced his seclusion and attempted to break through the highest realm. It seems that this year’s fierce battle competition may have some trouble. Unexpected opponents might appear," the man said solemnly.

"Before, the eldest brother alone could handle a special military knife, even dealing with assassinations from Flying Yi.

If he breaks through now... It’s hard to imagine how powerful he will become!?" Zhao Xianrou’s eyes revealed a hint of longing.

"Regardless of who the opponent is, in a pure contest of Combat Technique, we are the strongest," the man smiled. "And the eldest brother, compared to the other contestants, is simply on a different level. They would even struggle to comprehend the realm he is in."

"So, no matter who it is or where they come from, no matter what trump card they have, when facing Bagua Gate, there’s only one outcome."

Zhao Xianrou didn’t speak, but the color of longing in her eyes grew more intense.

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In the blink of an eye, time flew by, and another week passed.

The annual Extreme Martial Fierce Battle Competition of Yi Country was once again underway in the Chaoyu Central Martial Arts Hall.

To ordinary people, this event didn’t cause much of a stir, appearing no different from other sporting events.

However, in aristocratic circles, it caused quite a flurry.

In today’s combat-weakened era, technology and hot weapons represented the most powerful force.

And Combat Technique gradually became something supplemental and assistive.

But with the rise of the fierce battle competition, combat is gradually transforming into something star-studded and sporty.

More combat schools began to rely on bets from aristocratic competitions, both large and small, to sustain themselves.

The competition was about to begin.

With new rules coming out, many combat schools that had long since retired were forced back into the limelight by the pressure of new regulations, sending out disciples to participate in the competition.

Planes from all over the country steadily landed in Chaoyu.

On April 14th.

The official registration day for the fierce battle competition.

Inside Chaoyu International Airport, the elder Yu Long dragged his heavy luggage, sighing as he walked out of the airport and towards the taxi stand.

Behind him, his daughter Yu Yanxiao, in a black tube top revealing a fair midriff, gray tight pants paired with deep blue strapped shoes, outlined perfect leg curves, possessing the aura of a sporty goddess.

With her attractive figure and a naturally seductive face, merely following behind slowly attracted many covert gazes from the surrounding males.

On the other side, Zhuang Yijing’s getup was much simpler, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a gray sweat-absorbing T-shirt, black pants, little black shoes, with a bare face, her eyes brimming with anticipation.

In terms of looks, she was not as stunning as Yu Yanxiao, but when it came to her figure, even in such a simple outfit, she was more enticing than the other.

"Master, who are we waiting for here? Why don’t we go to the taxi stand and line up? Look, those who came after us have already queued up there," Zhuang Yijing said, visiting Chaoyu for the first time and finding everything fresh and interesting.

"It’s your Brother Li," Yu Long said helplessly. Although Li Chengyi hadn’t been formally accepted into their sect, calling him a senior brother wasn’t too far off.

"Some time ago, he called me to say he’d taken a disciple and asked if I would allow him to pass on the basic techniques of Dragon Whisker Sect. I agreed. This competition, he will also have that disciple come and join us."

Yu Long felt somewhat drained.

Li Chengyi had made it very clear to him that the new disciple would be joining the competition.

Just right for teaming up with Zhuang Yijing and Yu Yanxiao to form a group of three. The Fierce Battle competition mode worked on a three-people elimination system.

Two wins out of three fights would mean progression.

Yu Long knew his own condition; his skills had declined severely, so he didn’t dare to compete himself.

While Zhuang Yijing was a genius, she was a newcomer with very little combat experience, so this time, his arrangement was that, although she would compete, it would be enough to just barely win and make it into the top one hundred.

Originally, he had thought to just get by, and if that failed, he would rely on Li Chengyi.

After all, not making it into the top hundred would result in their sect’s name being canceled, and besides, Li Chengyi had grown incredibly strong, to a freakish extent, reaching a level that Yu Long completely could not comprehend.

Who would have thought, after hesitating and then calling Li Chengyi, that the guy would actually not participate himself but just send his disciple...

When he received the news, he was stunned.

His only biggest hope was Li Chengyi, yet when they arrived at Chaoyu and had submitted the registration forms, this guy decided not to compete!?

"Sigh..."

Yu Long sighed helplessly.

"Excuse me, are you from Dragon Whisker Sect’s team?"

A calm female voice drifted over from the right side.

Yu Long and his companions turned their heads to follow the voice.

Amid the coming and going crowd, a young woman with a height of one meter eighty-something, her hair tied high, with sharp, knife-like features, was sizing them up.

The woman had a slender yet powerful build, dressed in a simple black tube top and long pants, with a large overcoat draped around her.

Through the gap of the unbuttoned overcoat, one could vaguely see a loop of bandage on her right shoulder with traces of blood seeping through.

"Yes, we are. And you are...?" Yu Long responded first.

"I’m Li Chongnan. My teacher sent me here to welcome the three of you," the woman said with an indifferent voice.

Yu Long blinked, his eyes scanning the woman’s muscled arms and legs and the unabashed sharpness of her aura.

It was the residual fierceness of someone who had been engaged in excessive fighting recently and hadn’t yet had the chance to adjust back.

"Where’s your teacher?" he couldn’t help but ask. He, the sect leader, had come all this way, and that youngster didn’t even come to meet them?

"My teacher has other urgent matters to attend to and can’t come for now, so he arranged for me to pick you up at the airport," Li Chongnan said gravely. "Please follow me, you’ll meet him shortly."

"Okay..."

For some reason, talking to this girl, even though her attitude was quite humble and respectful, Yu Long felt inexplicably pressured.

It was like a chicken standing in front of a lion; even if the other party’s demeanor was gentle, it still sent shivers down one’s spine.

"May I call you Little Nan? Hi, I’m Zhuang Yijing. I suppose I would be considered your teacher’s senior sister and this is Yu Yanxiao, who could be seen as our sect’s eldest sister," Zhuang Yijing said with a gentle smile, walking forward to close the distance.

"...Sure," Li Chongnan seemed to also realize her issue, trying hard to muster a smile and allowed the vocally familiar Zhuang Yijing to take her hand.

The two began to chat quietly as they got closer.

With her easing the atmosphere, both Yu Long and Yu Yanxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Long, feeling rather helpless, took out his phone again to call his disciple Li Chengyi.

Beep... Beep...

Ten kilometers away.

Inside a dark alley.

An eerie figure with a face like a flowing galaxy was holding a red-haired muscular man by the neck and suspending him in the air.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

The sound of a ringing phone.

The figure casually crushed the man’s neck, tossed him aside, stepped over the numerous seriously injured people on the ground, and walked to a deserted spot.

He answered the phone.

"Hello? Teacher?"

"Xiao Yi, you little scamp, you couldn’t come to pick us up yourself, so you sent your disciple instead?" Yu Long’s voice came through from the other end.

"I’m tied up with important things, aren’t I?" Li Chengyi chuckled.

"What’s more important than picking us up?"

"The competition is approaching, and I’m getting ready to help us achieve a good ranking," Li Chengyi said with a laugh.

"No amount of preparation beats a proper internal match, and we start fighting tomorrow! You better come over quickly!"

"Don’t worry, we’ll have a ranking, we’ll have everything," Li Chengyi said, not waiting for the old man to continue rambling, hung up the phone, and then turned it off.

Yes, the competition would start tomorrow.

How long had Li Chongnan been training? To expect her to get a good ranking and gain internal access was going to be challenging and uncertain.

So, what should he do with the teams his disciple couldn’t beat?

Very simple.

If the disciple couldn’t win, the master would take matters into his own hands and eliminate the opponents first.

As long as all the people Li Chongnan couldn’t beat were taken care of, the competition would naturally be hers for the taking...