Chapter 912: Astonishing the Crowd with Skill

Feng Wuchen's move was both swift and ruthless, instantly giving Han Li a feeling that there was no way to avoid it.

Han Li's pupils contracted as he pressed his palm down sharply, slamming the entire shield against the treacherous, slender sword blade coming from below.

Just as the two were about to collide, Feng Wuchen gave a sudden flick of his wrist, and the willow-leaf thin sword in his hand instantly lit up with a vast pattern of stars. The blade seemed to double in width in an instant, its entire body enveloped in jagged light waves, and it struck the lower edge of the shield.

A crisp "crack" sounded!

Cracks instantly widened across the small white shield, and it seemed on the verge of shattering.

Han Li frowned slightly and, without hesitation, slapped the Star Dipper Shield, using the momentum to retreat backward before leaping high into the air.

Immediately after, with a loud bang, the small white shield dimmed and suddenly exploded. A beam of sword light shot up into the sky, passing almost right under Han Li's nose.

"Where do you think you can hide this time?"

Seeing Han Li soaring through the air, Feng Wuchen's eyes flashed with a hint of triumphant cunning. He stomped hard on the ground, shooting upward like an arrow, closing the distance to within a hundred zhang of Han Li.

At that moment, the acupoints on his body and the star acupoints on his sword lit up simultaneously, as if he were wrapped in a layer of starlight. As he swung his sword, all the star power enveloping his body instantly converged onto the longsword, transforming into a dazzling beam of sword light that burst forth.

The distance between the two was already close, and this sword light was extremely fast. Han Li immediately executed a gravity drop to make his body descend rapidly, but he still couldn't dodge in time, and it seemed he would be split open by the sword.

The audience in the stands gasped!

"Oh no..."

Chen Yang, who had been watching the situation, was deeply alarmed, while Qin Yuan and the others looked relaxed and unconcerned.

"This time, I'm afraid he can't avoid it..." Gu Qianxun couldn't help but sigh.

Yi Liya felt conflicted. Now that he knew Han Li was stronger than himself, he no longer wanted Han Li to lose; instead, he hoped he could defeat Feng Wuchen. Unfortunately, things often went against one's wishes?

Crab Daoist frowned deeply, remaining silent.

At this critical moment, the mysterious apertures on Han Li's legs all lit up. He pushed the Feather Ascension Technique to its limit, and the star power from the eighteen apertures he had opened burst forth, almost tangible.

With two dull thuds, "Bang, bang,"

Han Li's legs suddenly stamped on the void. The void, which seemed to offer no leverage, was compressed by the star power he released, shaking violently. Using the recoil, he abruptly shifted his body, forcibly changing direction.

In that hair-trigger moment, he narrowly avoided Feng Wuchen's originally sure-kill sword strike.

"How is that possible?" Feng Wuchen exclaimed at the sight.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands, while on the high platform, astonishment arose on all sides.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but Qin Yuan's expression grew somewhat tense.

"This kid really didn't disappoint me. Quite interesting..." Madam Liuhua nodded, murmuring to herself.

E Kuai's expression remained unchanged, calmly watching the scene on the Kun Platform.

Over on the Qian Platform, the other mystic duel, which had been bland and lackluster, was now almost completely ignored.

After the crisis was resolved, Han Li did not immediately flee and retreat. Instead, he turned around and stepped through the air, diving straight toward Feng Wuchen.

"This time, it's your turn to take a move from me!" Han Li bellowed.

As his words fell, his body once again emitted a series of "bang bang" sounds, and more mystic acupoints lit up across his body, their number surging straight toward one hundred and eighty.

At this point, not to mention the ordinary spectators in the stands, even the people on the high platform could no longer sit still, their expressions changing drastically as they looked toward Han Li.

Han Li's power had far exceeded their imagination.

Even E Kuai, who had maintained a calm expression all along, now faintly raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting slightly to glance at Chen Yang, as if trying to discern something from his face.

Chen Yang seemed to notice E Kuai's gaze, met his eyes, and smiled slightly.

In truth, he too felt a great shock in his heart, but relying on his strong psychological fortitude, he suppressed all his astonishment and put on an air of having long known all this.

On the Kun character platform.

Feng Wuchen gazed at the dense array of acupoints on Han Li's body, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes, but now that matters had come to a head, he could no longer retreat, nor must he retreat.

He had to stake everything, even if it meant making some sacrifices without hesitation.

With this thought, Feng Wuchen let out a hysterical low roar, abruptly beckoned with both hands, and another willow-leaf slender sword flew back, merging with the other long sword. Over forty star acupoints lit up on its surface, from which surged a vast power of stars.

At the same time, his one hundred and sixty-eight acupoints also burst forth with brilliant light, nearly all his power surging out, flowing wildly along the sword's blade, transforming into a giant crystalline sword condensed from star power, meeting Han Li head-on.

Han Li, on the other hand, had now calmed down.

He silently activated the Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Art, white light swirling around his body. In midair, he assumed a very strange posture, turning upside down, with the dense acupoints on his right hand shining brightly. He raised his palm and pushed it downward slowly and steadily.

As his palm pushed forward at a measured pace, every inch it advanced caused a fold in the surrounding void. Large swaths of space pushed back layer upon layer, and within, the sound of wind and thunder gradually arose—the sound of the void shattering.

In the instant before the two collided, his palm had just fully extended.

"Wuchen, no!" Qin Yuan's expression changed drastically as he leaped up and shouted loudly.

But at this moment, it was already too late.

Han Li's palm had already struck the tip of Feng Wuchen's sword.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

A continuous clangor rang out as the giant crystalline sword shattered inch by inch, exploding into fragments and dissipating into countless sparkling white crystal powder.

Along with it, the two willow-leaf long swords in Feng Wuchen's hands also cracked inch by inch and turned into pieces.

Han Li's palm passed through and struck Feng Wuchen's shoulder.

The clothes on Feng Wuchen's body instantly burst apart, revealing an ancient-looking white armor on his body, from which countless gentle starlight gushed out, forming a protective light barrier that blocked Han Li's palm.

With a loud "boom,"

the light barrier exploded, and the armor on Feng Wuchen's body also shattered, while his right shoulder and arm simultaneously burst into a dazzling spray of blood-red flowers, completely blown to pieces.

He fell heavily onto his back, his long hair spread out, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he had already fainted.

The entire Xuan Dou Platform also shook violently. Its surface, reinforced with a large amount of star bone protection, was shrouded in a hazy light. Although the platform did not directly explode, it sank three feet and was covered with countless spiderweb cracks.

Han Li still remembered Gu Qianxun's earlier instructions. He suddenly clenched his right fist and took a step toward Feng Wuchen.

"How dare you, you brat?" A loud shout rang out from the sky as a figure plummeted straight down.

The already crumbling Xuan Dou Platform rumbled and shattered into countless pieces of gravel, scattering with a "clatter."

Han Li looked intently and saw Qin Yuan glaring at him with a face full of fury, his murderous intent so thick it seemed ready to overflow.

Immediately after, several streaks of light fell from the sky—it was E Kuai and the others, all landing down.

As soon as he landed, Chen Yang immediately stood by Han Li's side.

"City Lord E, since neither opponent has lost, this Xuan Dou can't be considered over, can it? May I ask what City Lord Qin means by this?" Han Li cupped his hands in salute, feigning ignorance.

"Fellow Daoist Li has superior skill and has already won. Why not spare him and let him go?" E Kuai said with a gentle smile.

"Since the City Lord has spoken, how could I, a junior, dare to disobey?" Han Li withdrew his battle intent and stepped back behind Chen Yang.

Qin Yuan bent down, gathered Feng Wuchen into his arms, took out a small black bottle, poured out a few red pills, fed them into his mouth, and then lifted him up.

"City Lord E, allow me to take my leave first." Qin Yuan, now without even a cough, spoke.

"Go ahead." E Kuai nodded.

The crowd in the stands, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, was momentarily at a loss. When they finally reacted, someone took the lead, and boos erupted everywhere, expressing dissatisfaction with Qin Yuan's interruption of the match.

"Excessive care leads to confusion. Fellow Daoist Qin acted poorly, but it's understandable. I will have him compensate your Qingyang City later." E Kuai, ignoring the reaction from the stands, said to Chen Yang and Han Li.

"Thank you, City Lord E." Chen Yang quickly cupped his hands.

Han Li also bowed slightly.

"Alright, the next matches must continue. Don't let this affect what follows." With that, E Kuai turned and leaped back onto the high platform.

Sun Tu and Fu Jian exchanged a glance, a hint of inscrutable meaning flashing in their eyes, before returning to the high platform.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you've worked hard... With this battle, you've made a name for yourself, and my position as city lord is half secured. I will reward you handsomely afterward." Chen Yang transmitted his voice privately.

"It's nothing... He provoked me first, so I struck a bit hard. As long as I don't cause trouble for you, Fellow Daoist Chen Yang, that's fine." Han Li replied with a smile.

"Li Feiyu!"

"Li Feiyu!"

...

Enthusiastic shouts echoed throughout the arena.

On the other side, the Qian Platform was blocked by the central high platform, so the specific situation there could not be seen.

Although Zhu Ziyuan was half-heartedly fighting with Jin Gong, he had been carefully listening to all the sounds of the battle on Han Li's side.

Now that he saw it was over, he no longer delayed. He simply threw a punch, sending Jin Gong, also a Xuan City cultivator, flying off the Xuan Dou Platform. Throughout the process, he never used the snow-white bone spear in his hand.

The two battles—one moderate and peaceful, the other fierce and tragic—finally came to an end.

After about two hours, the other two Xuan Dou matches began again.

The duel on the Qian Platform could proceed as usual without interference, but the Kun Platform, where Gu Qianxun and Fang Chan were to fight, had been severely damaged in the previous match and was temporarily unusable.

Their Xuan Dou had to be moved to the Gen Platform instead.