Blind Spot
Chapter 312 - 292 Fierce Battle Twelve

Chapter 312: 292 Fierce Battle Twelve

"Once you two get on stage, don’t be in a rush to take out your opponents," Ying Chanru said. "I hate their pretty faces. They like to send vase-like figures into the fights, right? When you get on stage, I want you to tear their clothes first thing!"

"..." Fang Cheng and Qiu Yuyan fell silent. Their feigned strength was only around Second Rank. But in reality, both had combat records comparable to Grade Three Reinforced Humans. This act was just to lull their opponents.

"With your speed, they won’t even be able to dodge. One move is enough," Ying Chanru said, a malicious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"What if they surrender as soon as they get on stage?" Fang Cheng asked.

"Then make it so they can’t even speak," Ying Chanru replied.

"Interesting," a dark smile finally crept onto Fang Cheng’s face.

Nobody knew that their previous performances in the arena had all concealed their true agility and speed.

The technique of the Nuclear Fission Palm was well-known for its strength. It had tremendous explosive force, but few knew that their explosion of speed was even more terrifying.

In an arena with a thirty-meter diameter, they could cross it in an instant.

At full-speed explosion, if the opponent was slightly careless, they would be utterly suppressed under the colossal explosive palm technique, left with no time even to speak.

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Elsewhere, at Dragon Whisker Sect.

"The finals already... It really feels like a dream!" Zhuang Yijing said, staring at the spinning hologram with a distant look in her eyes, filled with an unreal sense of disbelief.

"There’s no more pretending in the finals," Yu Long said gravely. "Xiao Xiao, you should concede as soon as you go on stage. After all, we’ve already achieved our goal."

"..." Yu Yanxiao said nothing, simply clenching her fists.

She wasn’t content...

Over time, through numerous fights, her strength had also improved substantially.

Going into the finals, she knew she definitely couldn’t beat her opponent, but to concede without a fight, without seizing the chance to temper herself and make herself known...

This was definitely not what she wanted.

She had joined the fierce battle competition well aware she would lose many times, but her aim was to learn from those losses.

To use them to elevate herself.

If her talent was insufficient, then she would compensate with hard work!

"Xiao Xiao, did you hear me!?" Yu Long frowned. "Nuclear Fission Palm’s style has always been underhanded. They’re not good opponents for you to learn from. I’m worried you’ll get hurt."

"I know what I have to do!" Yu Yanxiao said in a low voice.

"This is the finals! Casualties are allowed!" Yu Long’s voice grew serious.

"So what!? Why are you always telling me to do this and that!? I’m an adult, thirty years old! I have my own thoughts, my own decisions! I’m not a child!" Yu Yanxiao raised her voice.

"I’m doing this for your own good!" Yu Long, wise with age, could faintly sense something off about the eyes of the three Nuclear Fission Palm fighters. He had warned his daughter, but it seemed to only spur her rebellious streak.

"For my good!? Back when we were with the military, if you really had my best interests at heart, you wouldn’t have left me completely unassisted!" Yu Yanxiao retorted.

As father and daughter argued, Zhuang Yijing on the side wanted to mediate, but she couldn’t find the right words.

Li Chongnan didn’t care at all about the others; he simply sat with half-closed eyes as if dozing, yet his feet followed the movement of the team, constantly moving forward.

Li Chengyi, seated far away in the VIP section, felt that his son was close... Xiao Nan’s Holy Spirit Technique was on the verge of breaking through to the fourth segment and reaching a new level.

The skill was so perverse, so exaggerated, that even he was left in awe.

The stronger the will, the greater the boost, the faster the improvement of strength!

Even among devilish techniques, Holy Spirit Technique might be considered one of the very best.

Soon, the first match of the finals was about to begin.

Ignoring her fuming father, Yu Yanxiao set foot on the floating stairs and walked step by step onto the cylindrical stage.

She didn’t plan to concede right from the start; she wanted, at the very least, to test the waters, to unleash all she had learned before stepping down.

This was the finals, the best time to make a name for herself amid the many high-ranking nobles and clan heirs!

If she could catch someone’s eye at this moment... she might be able to use it to climb the social ladder...

With that thought, Yu Yanxiao dispelled the gloom in her heart and looked towards her opponent stepping onto the stage opposite her.

"The first match of the finals, Dragon Whisker Sect against Nuclear Fission Palm!" the host shouted.

"First matchup! Yu Yanxiao! Against, Fang Cheng!!"

Buzz.

An invisible force field enclosed the arena.

Yu Yanxiao crouched down, assuming the starting position of the Dragon Whisker Power Palm.

She saw her opponent smile faintly at her, a smile that seemed to carry a certain connotation.

"Ready!"

The referee bot raised its hand, holding a black and white flag.

Whoosh!

The flag swept downward.

"Begin!"

Boom!!

As soon as the words were out, a bursting airflow violently erupted from Fang Cheng’s hands, surging towards Yu Yanxiao.

It was so fast that even the host Xiao Lei and the commentator Gu Xiangzhi didn’t react in time.

Half a second.

The explosive airflow struck Yu Yanxiao square in the chest.

Thump!

Amidst the dull sound of impact, Yu Yanxiao felt pressure on her chest, her breath cut off, gasping for air.

Alarmed, she hurriedly tried to shift her position to dodge.

But after only two steps...

A figure had already appeared beside her.

It was Fang Cheng!

His face bore a smile as his right palm burst with another ball of airflow, lightning-fast as it slammed into Yu Yanxiao’s side.

Rip!

The sound of fabric tearing resounded.

A large piece was torn from Yu Yanxiao’s left side, revealing her fair skin underneath.

She tried to counter, but just as her right fist launched an All-Star Dragon Shadow, her opponent had already vanished from sight.

Then rip!

Another sharp tearing noise.

The back of her clothes was ripped as well, exposing her smooth back.