Blind Spot
Chapter 674: The number 619 is approaching three.

Chapter 674: The number 619 is approaching three.

No matter what, Kui believed that creatures like Xiao Hui would sooner or later be killed by everyone joining forces.

So he tried hard to persuade Li Chengyi, but regrettably, they still parted on bad terms.

Li Chengyi rented a room for himself, sat cross-legged on the floor, and let out a long sigh.

The combined enhancement effects within his body were still at work, the effects of Eternal Vitality were explosive. Although he had used his own insights to adjust and segment the power, absorbing it in parts, its potency was still comparable to the initial stacked effects of the Gene Medicine.

In just ten minutes, the muscle density in his body had increased by thirty percent.

Such a terrifying improvement ignited a turbulent flame within Li Chengyi’s heart.

"I need... an opponent who can challenge me... not these meaningless weaklings..."

Li Chengyi forcefully exhaled through his nostrils, and his eyes were slightly reddened.

Standing up, he looked out into the distance, estimating the distance to the wilderness outside, then with a flip of his body, he leaped out of the open window and dashed towards the outskirts of the city.

After running wildly for dozens of miles in one breath, he quickly arrived at a construction site, where an excavator was vigorously digging into the earth.

Without a word, Li Chengyi rushed over and braced the ground beneath the excavator’s bucket.

Come at me!

Bang!

A massive force of two tons slammed hard into his back.

Li Chengyi’s body sank, and he drove his feet deep into the ground.

At the same time, an immensely satisfying sensation surged from deep within him.

Absorbing the potency...

And three-tenths of it was digested in one go.

’It works!!’ A fierce light flashed in Li Chengyi’s eyes.

"Where did this squirrel come from! Are you freaking suicidal!?" The driver of the excavator was both shocked and angry, jumping out of the cab and cursing wildly at Li Chengyi.

"Keep going." Li Chengyi’s expression was calm. He had missed the chance to absorb Evil Thoughts just now, but if the excavator was useful today, he would first utilize human machinery to train and digest the potency to the utmost.

"Are you freaking insane!?" the driver yelled angrily.

"Hit me and I’ll give you a hundred bucks a hit!" Li Chengyi said offhandedly, pulling out a wallet given by Kui and handing a hundred to the other party.

The driver’s expression changed dramatically as he looked at the money being extended and swallowed hard.

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Fierce Tiger Sect.

One by one, the sect disciples were beaten into serious injuries and fell to the ground.

Hong Shan and Yalong stood calmly in front of Sect Master Xiang Hesong, facing off against each other.

"Master... have you clearly heard Yalong’s offer? This would be of great benefit to our Fierce Tiger Sect. Why haven’t you agreed without delay?" Hong Shan, previously filled with hatred and resentment, now appeared spirited and even had an air of invincibility about him.

"Yalong... you kill my disciples... ruin my reputation... and still want me to collaborate with you!?" Xiang Hesong’s white hair bristled, making him seem larger in size.

"We are only borrowing your name, after all. Whether or not we need you as the sect master isn’t a big issue."

Yalong took a step forward.

He still had the appearance of an old man, but after transforming through the Saint Position, his body became as hard as diamond.

"Speaking of which, back in my youth, I learned many martial arts, and the strongest set is just right for handling the current situation."

Yalong spread his hands, arched his body slightly, with eyes half-closed, resembling a mysterious beast ready to pounce.

It looked somewhat like a snake, yet it was not a snake, somewhat like an eagle, yet it was not an eagle.

Xiang Hesong’s expression turned grave; he had sensed that this leader of the trio, Yalong, was extremely strong.

When they attacked the sect, his strikes were neither fast nor slow, but they were indestructible. Every disciple that came in contact with him would break bones and collapse on the spot, unable to fight back.

"Fine... Since you choose to side with that traitor... Today, don’t blame me for being ruthlessly unmerciful!"

No matter what, he was the sect master of the Fierce Tiger Fist, one of the Federation’s top ten martial arts.

How strong he was would be judged by the fight!

Whoosh!

He pounced immediately, causing an intense howling around him, like the roar of a fierce tiger, and he aimed a punch directly at Yalong’s head.

This was the Fierce Tiger Fist’s starting move—White Tiger Stag Pursuit Technique!

Legend has it that the founder of the Fierce Tiger Fist created it after watching a white tiger hunting a stag.

This punch, with its strange trajectory, was extremely fierce, having the precision to avoid the stag’s horns as well as the ferocity of the white tiger’s paw.

At that moment, Yalong also raised his right fist, as if lifting a heavy weapon, and pushed up. His right hand opened into a palm and perfectly caught the incoming punch.

Hiss!

In an instant, numerous breaths behind him compressed and twisted, vaguely forming the shape of a black beast with a snake’s body and eagle’s wings in Xiang Hesong’s eyes.

Clang!

Upon the impact of fist against palm, Yalong was the first to take several steps back, apparently at a disadvantage in strength.

However, what was strange was that his catching palm remained unscathed, not even a mark of redness.

Xiang Hesong, obviously having had the upper hand, had his fist drooping and dripping with blood, the joints awkwardly twisted and collapsed.

He exhaled, and his gaze towards Yalong became exceedingly solemn.

"Vajra Indestructible Body... the core martial art of Great Alter Temple...?"

The feeling of sturdiness from that touch cast an ominous shadow in his mind.

In martial arts, there’s seldom a difference in strength between the styles; it’s the martial artists, who use them, who are superior or inferior.

And among martial artists, those who can break the human limit in terms of strength and speed are regarded as the standard.

Generally, the International Combat Alliance defines a martial artist as someone who can single-handedly take on a standard tactical squad.

A standard tactical squad consists of at least fifteen people in a coordinated group.

Moreover, with the continuous development of technology and modern weaponry, the standards required are also continually increasing.

Many martial artists who passed the assessment in the past may not necessarily pass the current standards now.

After all, as people age and their bodies weaken, their strength can drop significantly.

However, this doesn’t include Xiang Hesong.

He is one of the very few veteran martial artists who would actively apply for reassessment every few years.

Keeping up with the times and constantly experiencing the power of modern weapons have always been his practice.

Originally, he thought that with his strength in today’s martial arts world, even the strongest opponents couldn’t possibly injure him with just one encounter.

But now...

"Who the hell are you?!" Xiang Hesong stared gravely at Yalong.

"This is certainly not the Vajra Indestructible Body," Yalong smiled, "This is the Hawk Serpent Blessed Fist!"

Under immense pressure, his martial arts lacked many special enhancements, and in fact, were far less powerful than the opponent’s Fierce Tiger Fist, but that didn’t matter.

After all, his Realm was high enough, and his physique, strong enough.

"Your Fierce Tiger Fist is not bad, just what I need!" With a sinister laugh, Yalong lunged for the second time, leaping into the air like a mighty hawk swooping down from above.

In a daze, Xiang Hesong thought he heard a sharp and fierce strange cry.

His pupils shrank, and he unleashed the Fierce Tiger Fist with all his might, neither dodging nor evading, striking a deadly blow straight at the head.

Minutes later, a hidden door behind the Fierce Tiger Sect quietly opened.

A girl with a high ponytail, her face streaked with tears, carrying a large backpack, and accompanied by two disciples, quickly escaped and ran wildly towards the distance.

As she ran, the girl couldn’t help but look back towards the high walls.

In the distance, she heard the roar of a giant tiger, a howling that abruptly stopped, carrying an ominous foreboding.

"Dad...!" Tears streamed uncontrollably down the girl’s eyes.

"I will avenge you! I must!!"

The faces of Yalong, the three accomplices, and Hong Shan flashed before her eyes.

The girl wiped away her tears and sped up, escaping towards the distance.

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The next day.

Biqiu City Gymnasium.

The interior was divided into grids, with walls made of elastic materials to prevent opponents from going out of bounds.

These grids served as individual preliminary contest grounds for the competitors.

Amidst the noisy crowd, Li Chengyi and Kui arrived early at the venue. The other contestants, who had been glaring at them the day before, had already started fighting on stage.

Everyone was busy preparing for their own matches, not bothering with him, the squirrel person who seemed to be asking for a beating.

The preliminary selections were rather crude; participants called by the same number would go on stage to fight. The winner stays on for the next match with a new number assigned.

This process would continue until only the top ten remained to represent Biqiu City in the provincial competition, then the same process for the national competition.

And finally, the international competition.

"Number fifteen! Is number fifteen here?" At that moment, a staff member wearing a visor cap shouted while holding up a sign.

"Here!"

Kui looked at the number on his plate, which had been issued during registration. It was exactly fifteen, so he quickly raised his hand.

On the other side, two muscular men looking like twins with their small braided hair, dressed in tight black tank tops, quickly stepped forward.

Both had a green wolf’s head tattooed on their arms, their eyes faintly showing a hint of green, whether from martial arts training or a natural trait.

"Court nine, get up there yourselves. As long as you determine the winner, regardless of how you fight," the staff member said loudly.

"Hey... looks like we’re in luck, little squirrel. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you die with less pain..." said the slightly taller twin with a grin.

"Who’s first?" Li Chengyi and Kui were discussing who would take the stage first.

With Kui’s skills and strength, either of them could likely end the fight quickly.

"I’ll go, you’re too good at taunting..." Kui said somewhat helplessly, taking off his black sweatshirt and heading toward court nine.

Li Chengyi, uninterested in responding to these weaklings who couldn’t even help him digest his power, stood with his arms crossed, watching the fight.

"Your partner is very strong..." the enchantress from Feiyun Temple said, walking up beside him at some point and glancing up at the stage.

"Perfect muscle definition, a standard posture for power exertion, he must have received very strict traditional martial artist training. Not just some rough and tumble brawler."

"Martial artist? What is that?" Li Chengyi glanced at her in surprise.

The guy seemed to have a good temperament, to be willing to come over and chat at such a time.

Luo Ting from Feiyun Temple briefly explained the standards of a martial artist to Li Chengyi, which made him take a slight interest.

Single-handedly fighting against a standard-equipped modern tactical squad was certainly no small challenge.

"Boring classification. Anyway, all you have to do is keep beating up your opponents until you win," Li Chengyi said nonchalantly.

"You talk big," Luo Ting smiled.

"You’ll know when you get up there and try," Li Chengyi never missed an opportunity to provoke.