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Chapter 452 - 297 Breakthrough

Chapter 452: Chapter 297 Breakthrough

About half an hour later, the arena that Xiao Yu and the others were in finally welcomed a new group of challengers.

The challengers practiced the Seven Star Mantis Fist, which, according to the part-time tour guide Hu Yifei, was a martial art that integrated the essence of the techniques from eighteen northern schools, known for its complex and diverse skills with considerable entertainment value.

There were dozens of different routines within the fist technique alone, externally known as the Thirty-two Styles of Mantis Hands...

Yan Weiwei was considerate of the audience’s feelings and spent two minutes allowing them to complete a set of forms.

Then, they advanced towards the next arena...

As they moved upward, the strength of the opponents steadily increased. By the time they reached mid-mountain, Yan Weiwei used her leg for the first time, delivering a heart-stopping kick that incapacitated a stable and grounded Shaolin Fist disciple.

"This girl has been wilding out for several years, I thought her strength might have receded. Now it seems... she hasn’t been slacking," Elder Yan said contentedly, stroking his beard.

Meng Lang couldn’t contain his curiosity.

"She hasn’t been slacking? Aside from takeout, binge-watching series, and slouching like Ge You at home, what else has this salty fish practiced?"

"Hmm... does practicing on the dance mat every weekend count?" Xiao Yu recalled thoughtfully.

"Sister Weiwei is really good at the dance mat, I can’t even keep up with her with all the speed and dazzles," Xiao Yu added.

"Uh..."

Could that actually work?

Well, the dance mat indeed tests one’s reflexes and body coordination...

Could this be what they call ’training in every movement of daily life’?

...

The sun slowly rose until it was shining brightly above.

As time went by, the duels taking place on the various arenas interspersed among the mountains and rivers grew more and more intense, even the temperature seemed to rise with the fervor of the atmosphere...

"Bang!" A burly man crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Just as the man tried to get up, a foot was already pressed against his throat, causing his complexion to stiffen instantly.

Yan Weiwei drew back her long leg, saying, "Thank you for letting me win!"

"I declare, the winner of this round is the Twelve Road Spring Leg!"

"Yay!" The crowd erupted into cheers.

Even Yan Feng, who had maintained an air of composure throughout, finally couldn’t help but crack a slight smile.

For there was a little flag flapping in the breeze beside this ring, bearing a number... 10!

This meant that they had successfully broken into the top ten.

To reach the peak, there were only nine more steps!

"Master Yan, would you like to choose to ’defend the mountain’ or continue ’climbing the mountain’?"

"We... choose to defend the mountain!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Feng chose to defend the mountain at this time, much to everyone’s surprise.

"Huh?" Yan Weiwei frowned. "Why? Don’t tell me you’re satisfied with just breaking into the top ten? That’s not what we agreed on!"

The agreement was that only if Yan Weiwei reached the summit would it count as a victory. What’s the meaning of having me defend the position after reaching tenth?

"Don’t rush, I didn’t say we wouldn’t keep going. This is just a strategic rest," Yan Feng said with a hint of helplessness as he looked at Yan Weiwei, who seemed a bit anxious.

"First, it’s 2 p.m. now, the time when the sun is strongest and the temperature at its peak. Competing now will consume more of your energy.

Second, those who have made it into the top ten are all strong opponents; each one requires our full attention. You need to return to your best condition.

Third, as the proverb goes, ’When the snipe and the clam grapple, it’s the fisherman who benefits’..."

He didn’t continue, but everyone understood his meaning.

Along the way, although Li Lei hadn’t dealt with all of their strong opponents for them, he had certainly handled a significant part of them, making their ascent much smoother.

In auto racing, there’s a technique called ’slipstream passing’.

It refers to the vacuum low-pressure area created in the wake of a speeding car. If one can stay behind it, they can reduce drag and find the opportunity to pass.

The situation now was similar. Li Lei’s goal would definitely be to reach the summit, so by following in his wake, they could let him take care of some of the strong opponents for them.

By slowing down their own ascent speed and waiting for the strong opponents ahead to exhaust themselves, their own chances of reaching the top would naturally increase.

The crowd nodded their agreement, and even Meng Lang couldn’t help but give Yan Feng a thumbs-up.

If things went as expected, they would soon encounter Li Lei...

Avoiding his edge, not to mention anything else, they could easily climb a few more ranks.

However, Yan Feng’s calculation did not go as planned.

Because soon after, they met three teams descending the mountain after their losses, all seemingly still retaining their full fighting ability.

Yan Weiwei had no choice but to face the former "No. 9" in battle.

It must be said, breaking into the top ten was no easy feat, with hardly any mediocrity among the competitors. It took Weiwei a full fifteen minutes to defeat these three disciples, who took turns challenging her.

The opposition used Jade Ring Step, Mandarin Duck Legs... Coming from a tradition that primarily used leg techniques and supposedly the same martial arts Wu Song once used to defeat Jiang Men the Spirit.

In the intense moments, legs flew all over the place, dazzling the spectators.

Meanwhile, Fan Shigang tried to take on the challenge on their behalf but was unsurprisingly knocked out within a minute.

This clearly demonstrated just how weak the line of succession was among Yan Feng’s Twelve Road Spring Leg disciples...

Worse still, as soon as that battle ended, challengers from the base of the mountain arrived to take their turn.

"We can’t wait any longer!"

Weiwei, having fought another round, wiped the sweat off her brow and looked towards the sun that was gradually setting to the west.

She now needed to compete not only with her opponents but also race against time...

Yan Feng also let out a helpless sigh.

The tenth position wasn’t a sanctuary either. Climbers from below were probably gearing up to rush up the mountain with a howl.