Chapter 910: What Kind of Skill Is That?

"Speaking of this Fellow Daoist Li Feiyu, he's quite bold. For a first-time participant in the Five Cities Tournament, daring to publicly provoke the top Xuan Fighter of Zhixuan City, he's indeed a promising seedling worthy of Chenyang City Lord's careful cultivation." Er'ue's gaze swept over the Xuan Battle Platform below as he spoke impassively.

Qin Yuan listened, his smile unchanged, and a hint of inscrutable expression flickered in his eyes as he looked at Chenyang.

"City Lord Er is right. Qingyang City, unlike the other three, has shallow foundations and needs to cultivate some good seedlings." Chenyang said with a forced smile.

Though he spoke thus, he knew in his heart that Feng Wuchen would certainly not give him the chance to cultivate 'Li Feiyu' afterward; everything would have to rely on himself.

Han Li and the others paid no attention to the situation on the high platform. After the spectators placed their bets, the battles on the 'Qian' platform and the 'Kun' platform had already begun.

Since the match between Zhu Ziyuan and Jin Gong on the Qian platform was hardly suspenseful, the odds were set extremely low, so few people bet there. Most placed their bets on the match between Han Li and Feng Wuchen.

Han Li and Feng Wuchen—one was an unknown newcomer to the Xuan Battle Arena, at best a dark horse breaking into the top sixteen, while the other was a renowned chief combatant of a city. The gap between them was obvious, so Han Li's odds were far higher than Feng Wuchen's.

The higher the odds, the smaller the chance of winning. Thus, even among those betting on this match, over ninety percent wagered on Feng Wuchen.

As for the remaining less than ten percent, most had watched Han Li's previous two battles. They bet on him not out of recognition of his strength, but more out of a sliver of hope, aiming for a big win on a long shot.

Amid the cheers from the spectators, Gu Qianxun and the other non-participating Xuan Fighters all withdrew to the 'Xun' platform and the 'Gen' platform adjacent to the 'Qian' and 'Kun' platforms.

Before leaving, Gu Qianxun suddenly transmitted a message to Han Li: "Fellow Daoist Li, if possible, please severely wound this Feng Wuchen. If you can kill him, even better. Afterwards, I will surely reward you handsomely."

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Gu flatters me... But judging by Feng Wuchen's stance, he doesn't intend a peaceful fight either. Since that's the case, I naturally won't hold back." Han Li replied with a smile.

He knew roughly about the enmity between Gu Qianxun and Zhixuan City, so he wasn't surprised.

"Then I await good news from Fellow Daoist Li." With that, Gu Qianxun leaped onto the distant Gen platform.

In the spectator stands, Du Long and the others, though not fully healed, were mostly able to move on their own. Today, they gathered together to watch Han Li's battle with Feng Wuchen.

Among them, the most severely injured were Tu Gang, who had first fought Duan Tong, and Yi Liya, who had just fought Feng Wuchen.

Both needed others' support to reach their seats.

After they sat down, Yao Li's gaze drifted uncertainly toward Han Li on the Kun platform.

When she first met Han Li at the Qingyang City Xuan Battle Arena, she couldn't see anything remarkable about that plain-looking human. But Gu Qianxun had thought highly of him.

Now it seemed she had been shortsighted. This Fellow Daoist Li was far stronger than she had imagined. No wonder Gu Qianxun had warned her early on that even if she disliked Li Feiyu, she shouldn't deliberately provoke him.

"Fellow Daoist Du Long, what do you think are Fellow Daoist Li's chances of winning?" Yao Li asked Du Long beside her.

Du Long glanced awkwardly at Yi Liya beside him and said, "Well... it's hard to say. Back in Qingyang City, this Fellow Daoist Li was hiding his strength, so I couldn't tell..."

"Hmph, so what if he hid his strength? Even Gu Qianxun might not be a match for Feng Wuchen. Does he think he can win? Wishful thinking!" Yi Liya sneered, in a foul mood.

"Heh, just because you lost, you think others can't win either... I don't know if Fellow Daoist Li can win, but Fellow Daoist Gu can definitely beat him." Yao Li retorted coldly, without mercy.

"Let Fellow Daoist Gu defeat Fang Chan first before talking about others." Yi Liya said disdainfully.

Yao Li was momentarily speechless, feeling frustrated but unable to vent.

Back then, Gu Qianxun had indeed lost to Fang Chan. Winning against him now would be very difficult...

"You two, please stop arguing. Both matches are about to start." Du Long coughed lightly, reminding them.

Yao Li snorted and turned away without another word.

"This time, let's see if you can still get lucky..." Yi Liya muttered to himself.

A little farther from the group, the Crab Daoist also sat among the crowd.

He heard Yi Liya's words, frowned slightly, turned to glance at him, then shook his head with a light laugh and said nothing.

...

The 'Qian' and 'Kun' Xuan Battle Platforms stood opposite each other, with the four participating Xuan Fighters already in position.

As the two referees appeared, the cheers from the spectators gradually subsided.

On the Qian platform, Zhu Ziyuan's bone armor was white as snow. In his hand, he held a white bone long spear that gleamed with light, clearly containing powerful star power—a formidable star artifact.

Standing opposite him was a tall figure, two zhang in height, with bulging muscles covered in a layer of green fuzz, resembling a sturdy green ape. This was Jin Gong, who hailed from the same Xuan City.

Jin Gong wore a bone fist guard on his right arm, seemingly stitched from some beast hide, embedded with star bones of various sizes. Though not reaching the level of a star artifact, it appeared quite powerful.

The referee standing between them announced the rules and then declared the match began, withdrawing from the platform.

"Roar..."

Jin Gong let out a nearly beastly roar, clenched his fists, and stomped hard.

With a thunderous crash, the ground shook. Over eighty Xuan acupoints on Jin Gong's body lit up in rapid succession, and a fierce aura burst from his body, sweeping in all directions.

The fist guard on his right hand also lit up with starlight, with flowing light gathering at the fist end, shining brilliantly.

"How many times have I told you? Leaking your aura only reduces the fist guard's power. It's useless except for show." Zhu Ziyuan said coldly, expressionless.

Jin Gong's face changed slightly. He took a deep breath, and the aura emanating from his body immediately retracted, as if he had lost momentum and suddenly lacked strength.

But any discerning eye could see that the starlight on his fist guard had become noticeably more condensed and restrained.

"That's better. But still not enough..." Zhu Ziyuan nodded first, then shook his head.

A bitter expression appeared on Jin Gong's face.

The two didn't seem like they were in a Xuan battle; rather, it was like their usual sparring. Zhu Ziyuan was completely in the role of instructing Jin Gong in cultivation, without any sense of incongruity.

"Alright, that's better. Come on." After a while, Zhu Ziyuan finally said.

Only then did Jin Gong nod, step in a martial gait, and charge straight at him.

The spectators found this somewhat speechless, and boos erupted.

...

On the other side, Han Li and Feng Wuchen were also facing off from a distance.

Feng Wuchen, dressed in spotless white, still held his willow-leaf narrow sword, standing sideways with an air of otherworldliness, drawing cheers from the audience.

Han Li, in simple black clothes, stood with his hands slightly tucked into his sleeves, in a relaxed stance, showing little sign of tension.

"Before we start, I'll give you a chance to kneel and beg for mercy. Otherwise, when you want to beg later, you might not even be able to speak." Feng Wuchen said coldly.

"If you want to fight, just fight. No need for useless words." Han Li replied with a light smile.

"Fine. You're asking for death, so don't blame others." Feng Wuchen's expression turned icy.

As his words fell, dozens of Xuan acupoints on his legs lit up first. He leaped forward with both legs, and his figure blurred and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The spectators were dazzled and let out exclamations.

Han Li's eyes gleamed, seeing clearly. The moment Feng Wuchen leaped, he also moved.

The Xuan acupoints on his legs lit up instantly as he activated the Feather Ascension Art. His feet blurred, and his figure also disappeared from the spot.

No sooner had his figure vanished than a boom sounded where he had stood. Hundreds of slender, willow-leaf-like white sword lights churned and exploded there.

Feng Wuchen's figure flashed past without stopping, rapidly chasing after the evading Han Li. He thrust out another swift and fierce sword, scattering countless sword lights condensed from star power, dazzling the eyes.

For a time, two blurry figures on the Xuan Battle Platform chased and dodged, flashing continuously, with sword light explosions crackling like firecrackers.

At first, it was exciting, but after repeated occurrences, it became boring. Boos rose from the stands, with catcalls all around.

Feng Wuchen halted abruptly, staring fixedly at Han Li, who had also stopped in the distance, his eyes nearly spitting fire. He had thought his speed advantage would let him dominate Han Li, but unexpectedly, the other was not slow. Even if he forced himself to speed up, it wouldn't make much difference.

"What kind of skill is it to just dodge all the time?" Feng Wuchen taunted.

"What kind of skill is it to never catch up?" Han Li replied with a smile, unmoved.