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In an instant, Aotian felt a surge of intense energy explode at the point where his fist collided with Aohuo's.
Aotian felt a sweetness in his throat as a tremendous force pushed him toward the edge of the Training Platform. Just as he reached the edge, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He pushed off the ground with one foot, and blood gushed from his throat like an arrow, his face turning pale rapidly.
On the other side, Aohuo was even worse off. At the moment the intense energy exploded, he felt an overwhelmingly powerful punch strike him hard, sending him flying as if he weighed nothing. When he hit the ground, it shook violently, and he fell into complete unconsciousness.
The entire training ground fell silent for a moment before erupting into thunderous applause and waves of astonished chatter.
If Aotian's earlier victory over the Arrogant Clan Youths of the sixth level was shocking, then defeating Aohuo was truly astonishing.
Aoyan, who had been frowning tightly, slightly relaxed her brows and revealed a dazzling smile that captivated everyone, though it vanished almost instantly like a fleeting flower.
The Ao Yu brothers wore grim expressions, seemingly taken aback by the outcome. Especially Aofeng, whose eyes subtly revealed a hint of apprehension.
In the stands, Aotian couldn't help but laugh heartily:
"Great! That was amazing!"
Ning Wen also chimed in with a smile:
"Congratulations to Aotian! Isn't he the son of the Aotian Family Head? It seems your Ao family is gaining another expert."
Aotian paused for a moment upon hearing this, then his face lit up with satisfaction. His thoughts drifted back to a few days ago when a youthful boy had resolutely told him:
"Father, don't worry. I will reunite our family."
Thinking of this, Aotian's eyes turned slightly red:
"Jing'er, rest assured. I will ensure Tian'er grows up safely and healthily because he is the hope of our Ao family, our pride!"
"Impressive!" Aoyan said as she looked at the somewhat youthful yet determined boy in front of her, giving him a thumbs up.
Aotian shook his head with a bitter smile and remained silent, directly sitting cross-legged on the ground to recover from his injuries. After all, there was a real hard battle waiting for him ahead. Whether Aofeng or Pride of Flight emerged victorious, it would not be easy for him. Therefore, Aotian needed to first heal his internal injuries, conserve his energy, and prepare for the final round of challenges.
After just operating the Dragon God Transformation Technique, a tender Dragon's Roar suddenly echoed from the Golden Energy in his Dantian. It then surged out of the Dantian, wrapping around Aotian's injured areas.
In Aotian's astonished gaze, where the Golden Energy flowed, a faint tingling sensation arose, and then the torn muscles began to visibly heal at an astonishing speed, with blood rapidly coagulating.
Aotian, who had been worried about not having enough time to heal, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by the speed at which this Transformation Technique repaired his injuries, there was more than enough time. With that thought in mind, Aotian looked towards Aofeng and Aofei Xiang on the Training Platform.
From a distance, Aofei Xiang appeared slightly thin but was quite remarkable within this Aojia. At seventeen years old, he was at the peak of the sixth level of the acquired realm, with one foot almost stepping into the Acquired Seventh Layer. His cultivation talent might not match Aohuo's, but in terms of combat power, he was likely just as strong.
Aofeng looked disdainfully at Aofei Xiang and said:
"Are you conceding on your own or do I have to beat you into submission?"
Hearing Aofeng's first words were an insult, Aofei Xiang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes glaring at Aofeng like a beast. His face flushed with anger as his body trembled continuously, clearly suppressing his rage.
"I look forward to your guidance, Cousin Aofeng!" The near-roar came from Aofei Xiang's throat.
Aofeng's expression darkened instantly as he sneered:
"Since you refuse to drink the wine offered to you and instead choose punishment wine, I'll oblige you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Aofeng's figure appeared before Aofei Xiang like a ghost, his fist whistling through the air as it struck fiercely towards him.
With a thud, Aofeng's fist landed solidly on Aofei Xiang's body. Instantly, Aofei Xiang staggered back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Aofeng crossed his arms over his chest and did not pursue further; instead, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth grew even more pronounced.
Aofei Xiang slowly raised his head, his eyes seemingly flickering with a bloodthirsty red glow as he wiped away the blood from his mouth. He extended his index finger slowly towards Aofeng, and a sharp wave of energy rippled from his fingertip.
Aofeng's gaze sharpened slightly as he furrowed his brows, seemingly recalling something. Then he exclaimed in shock;
"This is... Spirit Sword Finger!"
Spirit Sword Finger is a low-level superior martial art. When executed, the fingers resemble long swords, filled with a sharp intent, and it is one of the top martial arts of Aojia.
Aofei Xiang smiled coldly, then shot towards Aofeng like a madman, the sharp intent at his fingertips becoming even more intense.
When Aofeng looked at the finger that resembled a long sword, his heart trembled slightly, and then he gritted his teeth as his palm instantly turned red. Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he struck fiercely at Aofei Xiang's index finger.
Flame Break Palm, a low-level medium martial art. When executed, the palm burns like flames, extremely hot.
With a "bang," the palm and finger collided violently, and immediately, Aofei Xiang's index finger seemed to be shattered by the blow, producing a sound like bones breaking. A fiery red palm print was left on his chest, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut from the Training Platform.
In contrast, Aofeng fared much better than the former. He only staggered back a few steps before quickly retracting the hand that had just executed Flame Break Palm behind his back. Upon closer inspection, one would notice a deep sword scar on his palm, with blood flowing uncontrollably.
After checking that Aofei Xiang was not seriously injured, an elder flashed to the Training Platform and announced Aofeng's victory.
Amidst the cheers of many, Aofeng fixed his gaze on Aotian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes full of provocation. Aotian met his gaze fearlessly, also wearing a cold smile.
Gradually, the surrounding martial artists seemed to sense something; the cheers began to fade away. Their eyes shifted between Aotian and Aofeng.
"Are you done resting? If so, come up to the stage!" Aofeng's indifferent voice echoed in the silent training ground.
Aotian slowly stood up, staring intently at Aofeng on the stage, and mockingly said:
"You seem to be injured; why not heal first? I can wait for you!"
A cold glint flashed in Aofeng's eyes as he snorted:
"That waste couldn't possibly injure me. Stop talking nonsense; if your previous injuries are healed, then come up to the stage."
With a powerful push off the ground with one foot, Aotian flipped onto the Training Platform. Instantly, thunderous applause erupted in the training ground.
On the stands, Zheng Kun glanced at Aotian and Ao Gong sitting next to him and said,
"I wonder which of these two will win the championship?"
Ao Gong looked at Aotian and replied,
"Aofeng has already reached the Acquired Seventh Layer; he will undoubtedly win this match!"
Aotian snorted coldly and said,
"The outcome isn't decided yet, so don't celebrate too early!"
"Aotian has indeed exceeded most of our expectations by making it this far, but his miracle ends here!"
"Then let's wait and see!"
The conversation between the two was filled with tension, showing no signs of brotherly affection at all.
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