Chapter 582 - 194: Decisive Battle! Each Has a Trump Card
The terrifying gusts of wind erupting from the clash made the Inner Strength Disciples around the arena turn pale. They scrambled backward, terrified of being caught in the aftershocks.
Just listening to the terrifying sounds of their exchange was enough to make these ordinary disciples tremble and grow pale.
Whether it was Chu Yunhai or Yang Jing, their strength was simply too great, too terrifying.
The power of their techniques and the sheer abundance of their Inner Qi far surpassed anything they could have imagined. Compared to ordinary disciples like them, the two fighters were on a completely different level—the difference was like night and day.
Meanwhile, the elite Qi Eating Realm disciples from the various branches surrounding the arena were all staring intently at the fiercely clashing figures on stage, their expressions grave and their eyes filled with shock.
Unlike the ordinary Inner Strength Realm disciples, these were the prodigies of the Xuanzhen Sect’s younger generation. Yet as they watched the battle, they felt two terrifying auras wash over them, pressing down so hard they could barely breathe.
To them, the two men on the stage seemed like a pair of monstrous beasts that had broken free from their shackles and were now fighting to the death.
The Inner Qi radiating from the collision of their fists and palms carried a bone-chilling sharpness, making them feel a profound threat—as if the slightest carelessness would see them torn apart by the aftershocks.
’It’s hard to believe these two are also in the Qi Eating Realm!’
To them, as fellow Qi Eating Realm disciples, the two on the stage didn’t feel like Martial Artists of the same rank. Instead, they seemed more like two great experts from the Qi Absorption Realm fighting with all their might.
The level of their power and the abundance of their Inner Qi had long since surpassed the limits of the Qi Eating Realm.
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To one side below the arena, Bai Ziyu and Lu Shaohua stood shoulder to shoulder, their gazes also locked firmly on the stage.
The two watched the battle with rapt attention. As numbers two and three on the Hidden Dragon List, they had sparred with each other often. They were intimately familiar with the depths of each other’s strength.
Watching the frantic battle on the stage—fists and palms flashing, gales of power erupting—both Bai Ziyu and Lu Shaohua wore complex expressions, their hearts a swirl of mixed emotions.
They knew very well that an insurmountable chasm now separated them from the two men on the stage.
Lu Shaohua took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the two figures blurring across the stage. His voice was filled with a mix of awe and lament. "They’re both so strong. Much stronger than us."
Bai Ziyu’s lips were pressed into a tight line, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the stage. Hearing Lu Shaohua’s voice, he glanced over, the corner of his mouth twitching into a teasing smirk. "Well, starting today, you’re officially out of the top three on the Hidden Dragon List."
At his words, Lu Shaohua’s lip twitched. The wistful look on his face froze, and he had to fight back the urge to curse.
’This guy forfeited his own match, and he still has the nerve to make fun of me?’
Just then, Bai Ziyu’s gaze shifted back to the stage. Watching Yang Jing’s and Chu Yunhai’s figures flicker through the dust, he suddenly asked, "Who do you think will win?"
Lu Shaohua didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at Bai Ziyu and countered, "What do you think?"
Bai Ziyu raised an eyebrow, his tone firm. "You first."
Lu Shaohua shook his head, resigned. He knew Bai Ziyu’s personality all too well—the man was sly and would never allow himself to be put at a disadvantage, not even slightly.
After a moment’s thought, Lu Shaohua’s gaze returned to the stage. "It should be Chu Yunhai," he said slowly.
Bai Ziyu didn’t interject, merely nodding slightly to signal for him to go on.
Lu Shaohua paused before continuing. "We’ve both faced Chu Yunhai’s *Infinite Body* many times. That True Skill is simply ridiculous. It doesn’t just grant formidable defense; it provides a massive, comprehensive boost to his entire body."
"Right now, they look evenly matched, with little to separate them. But don’t forget, Chu Yunhai hasn’t even unleashed the full power of his *Infinite Body*."
"Once he fully activates that True Skill, his speed will increase by a huge margin. When that happens, Yang Jing definitely won’t be able to last."
Bai Ziyu listened to Lu Shaohua but said nothing in response. His brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze grew deep.
The scene of his fight with Yang Jing from the day before, and the feelings it had stirred within him, surfaced in his mind.
At the time, to dodge Yang Jing’s incomparably fierce fists, he had pushed his *Wind-Chasing Step* to its absolute limit, bringing his Body Technique to its peak speed.
He was someone who had cultivated a Body Technique-type True Skill to the Qi Eating Realm, and his speed was considered top-tier among his peers.
Ordinary Qi Eating Realm Martial Artists were far outclassed by him in speed alone.
Even on the stage, where the limited space prevented him from fully unleashing his speed, it was still enough to give him a massive advantage.
And yet, yesterday, even when he had gone all out with his speed, Yang Jing had stayed right on his heels, making it impossible for him to open up any real distance.
At first glance, it seemed that the limited space on the stage had neutralized his speed advantage, allowing the seemingly slower Yang Jing to keep up.
’But I had this nagging feeling... on two or three occasions, Yang Jing’s speed as he pursued me seemed to reach another level entirely. It was absurdly fast.’
’It only happened for a fleeting moment, so brief that I wasn’t even sure if I saw it right, wondering if it was just my imagination.’
It was precisely this uncertainty that prevented him from being as confident as Lu Shaohua in Chu Yunhai’s inevitable victory over Yang Jing.
’If my suspicion is correct, and Yang Jing really is hiding another trump card, then the outcome of this final match is far from decided.’
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On the stage, Yang Jing and Chu Yunhai exchanged another dozen head-on blows.