184: Chapter 184 hasn't fully recovered yet; a few more battles are needed.

"As expected of a Kunlun Disciple, to possess such strength at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation," Li Fei thought to himself.

Immediately after, he quickly adjusted his offensive, crossing his arms in front of his chest as reddish-gold energy surged out like a tide, frantically spinning and condensing around him.

The aura condensed from his Battle Intent suddenly shrank and then erupted, turning into an extremely concentrated light that shot out from both of his fists simultaneously.

"Eight Desolations Shattering Fist!"

He gave a low shout and punched out with both fists at the same time.

The two reddish-gold fist shadows fused into one in mid-air, turning into a massive fist imprint. Carrying the unique destructive power of the Hundred Battles King Physique, it swept toward Li Zhongyuan.

Wherever the fist imprint passed, it left a crack on the jade ground of the battle stage, caused purely by the pressure of raw power.

Facing the fist imprint, Li Zhongyuan pressed his right palm forward in the air, his fingers slightly curved. An ancient and domineering Bloodline Power surged from his body, condensing into a dark red light pattern in front of his palm.

The light pattern was like an ancient shield, with intricate lines flowing across its surface, emitting the unique aura of the Shura Clan.

The moment the fist imprint collided with the light pattern, a dull explosion rang out, causing the entire battle stage to tremble slightly.

Dark red and reddish-gold light intertwined, clashed, and annihilated each other at the point of impact, kicking up a wave of air that swept up all the loose stones on the ground, sending them flying in all directions.

A circle of fine cracks appeared on the jade ground beneath Li Zhongyuan's feet, but he himself remained completely motionless. That dark red light pattern steadily blocked the entire impact of the Eight Desolations Shattering Fist.

Li Fei's expression changed completely. He had used eighty percent of his strength in that punch just now, yet he still failed to shake his opponent in the slightest.

He gritted his teeth, closed the distance again, and threw out punches in rapid succession.

But this time, his offensive was even more fierce. Every punch carried the Profound Truth of the Eight Desolations Shattering Fist. Reddish-gold fist shadows poured down like a torrential rain, overlapping in endless layers.

Li Zhongyuan did not back down, meeting fist with fist.

Dark red energy flowed between his arms, clashing fiercely in the Void Realm with Li Fei's reddish-gold fist shadows.

The two figures flickered and crossed paths on the battle stage. Every collision was accompanied by a dull explosion and ripples of surging spiritual light.

Under the onslaught of both fighters, new cracks constantly appeared on the jade ground of the battle stage. Debris flew, and dust filled the air.

After exchanging dozens of moves, Li Fei's expression had become extremely solemn.

He could feel that instead of weakening during that series of collisions, his opponent was growing stronger as the fight progressed. That dark red energy was becoming more and more condensed, and the sense of pressure was becoming increasingly clear.

Although his Hundred Battles King Physique allowed his combat strength to steadily rise during battle, the opponent's rate of increase seemed even faster than his.

"Where on earth did this kid come from? His Physical Body at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation is actually stronger than mine?" This thought flashed through Li Fei's mind, but he quickly suppressed it, focusing all his attention on the battle.

He no longer held back, pushing the talent Divine Ability of the Hundred Battles King Physique to its limit. Reddish-gold energy flowed frantically across the surface of his body.

In the spectator stands below, Ancestor Zhou Huaixu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the dark red figure on the battle stage.

He did not speak, but a clear look of surprise surged in his eyes.

With his discernment, he could naturally tell that although Li Zhongyuan's cultivation was only at the Early Stage of Soul Transformation, the level of his Bloodline Power far surpassed those of the same realm.

That innate combat instinct was completely natural, with every move and style so precise it seemed carved into his very bones.

Danchenzi's gaze also fell on Li Zhongyuan. He turned his head slightly to look at Dan Qingzi. "This young man named Li Zhongyuan has a very strong Bloodline Power."

Dan Qingzi nodded. "That aura is very ancient. It doesn't seem like a Legacy commonly found in the Xuanhuang World."

In the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the long sword in Duan Xinghe's arms trembled slightly in its scabbard. The buzzing sound was somewhat clearer than before, as if drawn by some invisible force.

Duan Xinghe glanced down at the long sword, then looked up at the dark red figure on the battle stage. He was expressionless, but his hand gripping the hilt tightened slightly.

A thread of Sword Intent was being awakened from within his body, bit by bit.

On the battle stage, the two distanced themselves once again. Li Fei knelt on one knee, his face pale, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The brief stalemate just now had consumed a large amount of his spiritual energy. Although the Battle Intent brought by the Hundred Battles King Physique allowed him to grow stronger as he fought,

the consumption of spiritual energy was real. He had already neared his limit in the exchange just now.

Meanwhile, Li Zhongyuan stood at the other end of the battle stage, his dark red long hair gently swaying in the spiritual wind. Although his face was also somewhat pale, his aura was even more condensed than before.

He watched Li Fei quietly, slowly raising his right hand with his fingers slightly curved. Dark red spiritual energy flowed and condensed at his fingertips, turning into a swirling ball of energy.

The energy was not large, yet it emitted a pressure that caused the entire battle stage to fall silent.

Li Fei stood up, crossing his hands in front of him as reddish-gold light condensed in his palms into a final gleam.

He knew he could no longer win, but with his character, he would not just give up like this.

With a low roar, he poured all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into that reddish-gold light and blasted it toward Li Zhongyuan.

Looking at him, Li Zhongyuan suddenly clenched his fingers. The dark red energy erupted, turning into an extremely concentrated light that met the reddish-gold light.

The moment the two lights collided, the reddish-gold light was swallowed layer by layer by the dark red light.

The light swept past Li Fei's side, leaving a trace about an inch deep on the ground of the battle stage behind him before dispersing into the air.

Li Fei stood in place, stiffening for a moment. He slowly lowered his hands, looking down at his palms which were trembling slightly from exhaustion. After a brief silence, he raised his head, cupped his hands, and said, "I lose."

Li Zhongyuan withdrew his hand and nodded slightly. "Thank you for the match."

Below the stage, there was a moment of silence, followed by a low murmur of discussion.

The Cultivators who had been watching from the sidelines now looked at Li Zhongyuan with completely different eyes than before.

Li Zhongyuan returned to the Kunlun seats and stood still. Although his breathing still fluctuated slightly from the fierce battle, his dark red eyes were somewhat brighter than before.

Jiang Changge glanced at him and nodded slightly. "Not bad. However, your Bloodline Power has not yet fully revived. You need a few more battles to completely activate it."

Li Zhongyuan nodded. Without saying much, he quietly sat down beside Lu Jinghan.

The competition continued, and the Kunlun Disciples took to the stage one after another.

When Lu Jinghan stepped onto the field, the entire venue instantly fell silent.

As the Senior Brother of Kunlun, his name had already spread among the younger generation of the Southern Wilderness.

His opponent was a Disciple at the Peak of Soul Transformation from the Piaomiao Sect. Though quite strong, the opponent could not even last ten moves against Lu Jinghan.

No one could even see the moment he drew his sword. By the time everyone came to their senses, the edge of the Jinghan Sword was already resting against the opponent's throat.