Chapter 1251: The Ultimate Move Taught by Zhang Xuan (Part 2)

Zhao Xingmo was displeased. Though furious, he had no choice but to dodge to the side with a flick of his body.

Regardless of the opponent's strength or whether he could withstand it, he couldn't risk taking the blow directly—not out of fear of injury, but because he couldn't afford the loss of face.

Swish!

The moment he moved to the side, he saw the opponent's two fingers pointing toward his armpit. The earlier fierce attack aimed at his crotch had been a feint; the real target was here!

Attacking the crotch, deducing that I would dodge, and knowing that during the movement of my technique, my armpit would be exposed...

His pupils contracted. Zhao Xingmo was filled with disbelief.

The spot where the opponent's fingers pointed was precisely the most vulnerable vital point in his technique. Once struck, his entire body would be paralyzed, rendering him combat-ineffective!

In a battle, it couldn't be a coincidence that the attack targeted this spot; it must have been premeditated.

With a single move, he had fallen into the opponent's rhythm, and the flaw in his technique had been deduced... This understanding of combat was terrifying!

What a cunning fellow. He waged a psychological war against me from the start...

As a master teacher above Saint Realm Layer 6, his thinking was meticulous. Seeing through the opponent's tactics, he quickly understood everything that had happened earlier.

Hall Master Wu had come running, deliberately saying that Teacher Song was crippled, planting a subconscious thought in his mind. Then, as soon as Zhang Jiuxiao arrived, he attacked the corresponding spot, making him naturally assume it was a real attack, never considering it was a feint.

Before it even began, he had fallen for the opponent's psychological warfare...

Impressive!

An ordinary Primordial Spirit realm cultivator, once caught in a passive position, would struggle to turn the tables within ten moves. But I am different!

Raising his eyebrows, Zhao Xingmo twisted his body again, evading the attack, and flipped his palm in midair, pointing forward.

Fingertip against fingertip—he would use his own martial technique and strength to break the opponent's attack, turning passivity into initiative.

His force was fierce. Despite being at the same level, his finger strength was far more profound than Zhang Jiuxiao's. Before it even arrived, it emitted a whimpering sound, accompanied by the roar of wind and thunder, as if tearing the air apart.

Seeing the power of this finger, Zhang Jiuxiao seemed startled. Knowing he couldn't take it head-on, he hastily withdrew his finger. In his nervousness, his body tilted, and without guard, his head actually moved toward the finger.

Zhao Xingmo frowned.

With his finger strength, if it struck the opponent's head, it would surely explode on the spot—certain death!

Attacking a junior was already frowned upon, and killing an examinee... he would no longer be fit to be an induction envoy.

Hmph!

His surging true energy backfired, forcing a muffled grunt from him, his face flushing slightly.

If he hadn't suppressed his cultivation, this backlash would have been nothing. But now, at only Primordial Spirit realm intermediate stage and having used all his strength, he was injured in one go.

Swish!

He withdrew his finger, unwilling to kill the opponent, only to see Zhang Jiuxiao, having anticipated his reaction, already in front of him, charging with his shoulder toward his chest.

This strike was fierce. If hit, even if not injured, it would be unpleasant. Frustrated, Zhao Xingmo flipped his palm and brought it down.

If he suppressed his cultivation to fight and then retreated, where would he put his face?

His palm descended like a falling sun, carrying unavoidable force. By his calculation, before Zhang Jiuxiao could reach him, he would be struck and severely injured.

Sorry...

Just as he guessed the opponent would dodge backward and considered what move to use to gain an advantage, he heard a faint voice, and then his armpit went numb. Somehow, Zhang Jiuxiao's finger had already touched his vital point.

Swish!

In an instant, all his strength ebbed away like a tide, leaving him limp and powerless.

You...

Whoosh!

Having succeeded, Zhang Jiuxiao did not continue attacking but quickly stepped back, his face full of apology: "Thanks to Teacher Zhao's mercy, three moves have passed..."

Hmph!

Circulating his true energy, he recovered. Zhao Xingmo was deeply frustrated but could not speak.

If the opponent had seized the opportunity to attack when he had his vital point, he would have been beaten badly... If that had happened, he would have lost all face.

If Teacher Zhao had truly wanted to kill me, I would have died on the second move. Actually, I used a cheap trick...

Seeing his displeasure, Zhang Jiuxiao continued to apologize.

On the second move, if the opponent's finger had continued forward, he would have died before getting close. It was only because the opponent forcibly withdrew his strength and was injured that he could seize the opportunity to strike.

In other words, he had relied on the opponent's compassion; otherwise, even with psychological warfare, he wouldn't have lasted past the second move.

A win is a win. No excuses!

Expressionless, Zhao Xingmo waved his hand: "I can give your Qingyuan Empire two slots. But this is only the preliminary test. During the re-examination, I hope you can hold onto this slot. Otherwise, it's still useless!"

Although the opponent had used tricks, the final result was that he had not only lasted three moves but also subdued him...

On that alone, it was a solid victory, without any falsification.

Since that was the case, giving one more slot was nothing. However, whether they could keep this slot depended on their performance in Qianchong Empire.

Did you teach him all these tactics?

No longer dwelling on the matter, he turned to look at Zhang Xuan, who was not far away.

This Zhang Jiuxiao, whether in true energy strength or reaction speed, could not have achieved this. The only possibility was that this young man had given him last-minute coaching.

I just casually thought of three moves. Teacher Zhao, you flatter me...

Knowing he couldn't hide it from the other, and seeing no reason to conceal it, Zhang Xuan clasped his fists.

Casually?

Zhao Xingmo sneered: "Casually thinking, you deduced that my movement technique would be [Chiye Step], with a flaw at the armpit, and that I wouldn't kill, so after retracting my strength, I would step back half a step, allowing Zhang Jiuxiao to strike my vital point... Calculated with perfect precision?"

There are no flukes in battle.

Zhang Jiuxiao's three moves just now: the first used psychological warfare, the second risked his life, and the third relied on cunning... To achieve this, he must have thoroughly analyzed my tactics and understood them completely before designing such a plan...

To do it casually—are you joking?

Maybe I was just lucky! Zhang Xuan nodded.

Earlier, he had deliberately let Jinyuan Ding ambush Teacher Zhao, aiming to make him use his martial technique and form a book in his mind.

With the book, he knew the opponent's ultimate moves and flaws clearly. Designing countermeasures based on that was naturally simple.

However, he couldn't elaborate on the Library of Heaven's Path, so he had to play dumb.

Lucky?

Knowing that Teacher Zhang was unwilling to say more, Zhao Xingmo didn't press further. He raised his eyes and looked over: "With just a little guidance, you enabled Zhang Jiuxiao to defeat me in three moves... How about this: I'll still suppress my cultivation. Dare you fight me?"

Fight you? With your cultivation still suppressed to Primordial Spirit realm intermediate stage? Zhang Xuan was startled.

Correct! Zhao Xingmo nodded.

He had developed a great interest in this young man.

In three moves, he had severely injured two auditing students from the Saint Hall... and with just a little guidance, he had made him suffer...

If he fought him at full strength, how strong would he be?

Uh... I'd better not. I'm afraid I might not be able to hold back and cause injury! Zhang Xuan shook his head.

Don't worry. If I feel I might hurt you, I'll immediately unseal my cultivation and ensure you come to no harm!

Hearing the other's hesitation, Zhao Xingmo said.

When fighters of equal strength clash, it's easy to get injured due to inability to precisely control power. But he was a strong cultivator above Saint Realm Layer 6. If danger arose, he could easily unseal his cultivation and control his strength.

I'm not saying I'll get hurt... I'm afraid you can't take it... Seeing the misunderstanding, Zhang Xuan said awkwardly.

You...

Zhao Xingmo was nearly furious.

An envoy from the Saint Hall wanted to spar with him, and instead of being afraid or flustered, he was worried about hurting him... This was utterly intolerable.

Don't worry about me getting hurt. With my strength, it's hard to get injured!

He clenched his teeth, his face dark, and snorted.

This... Zhang Xuan hesitated.

Just go all out! Even if you're not weak and have strong talent, in the eyes of true experts from the Saint Hall, you're nothing...

Hands behind his back, Zhao Xingmo exuded the aura of a master.

The Saint Hall, the highest institution on the entire Master Teacher Continent, where even sage clans send their descendants to study... Its foundation was not something a country bumpkin like you could easily defeat!

He had only fallen for it earlier due to a moment of carelessness. Now that he was fully prepared, winning again wouldn't be so easy!

Since you say so... I'll give it a try!

Seeing the other's confidence, Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.

Having just broken through, he also wanted to test his strength. Since the other was so adamant, he might as well try.

Let's begin!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xingmo clenched his fists, channeling power throughout his body.

In his view, the opponent had good talent but was too arrogant. This would be a good chance to deflate his ego and teach him that there is always someone better.

Alright, I'm starting...

Zhang Xuan nodded, warning the other.

Hmm!

With a cold laugh, Zhao Xingmo lunged forward, ready to strike, when he saw a palm print descending straight down.

Like the collapse of heaven and earth, a torrent reversing.

Pfft!

All his moves were immediately suppressed. Before he could even breathe, he was struck in the chest, sent flying backward, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Circulating his true energy to neutralize the force, his pupils contracted again as he saw countless palms descending once more. The opponent hadn't struck just once, but a thousand times!

Rumble!

His back slammed into the hall's wall, smashing a huge hole.

Swish!

Unable to hold back any longer, he hastily unsealed his cultivation. After barely blocking the attack, he stopped and breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Zhang Xuan's voice from ahead.

Full of loneliness like snow.

I thought he was really strong... I used less than a fifth of my strength and he flew away... What a boast...