Chapter 102
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Chapter 102: The Battle of Hot Blood
Li Jing nearly wept—his precious set of sword feather treasures had turned to scrap in mere moments!
To make matters worse, Fang Lie unleashed four more Soulfire Lances in rapid succession, his aura blazing with killing energy.
Li Jing gaped in disbelief. Firing his remaining sword feathers to intercept the attacks, he cursed inwardly: *Who claimed Soulfire Lances require blood essence? One tongue-tip blood, three heart blood drops, and one third eye blood—that’s five total! Yet he’s fired eight lances! Does he have eight mouths of essence blood? This is ridiculous!*
As metallic clangs echoed through the air, the Soulfire Lances vanished once more—along with Li Jing’s last sword feathers.
Fang Lie sneered, "Let’s see what tricks you have left!" Raising his palm, he summoned another blazing Soulfire Lance.
"Arrogant fool!" Li Jing roared. "You think victory’s yours?" He hurled a palm-sized black sphere that instantly locked all Spiritual Energy within hundreds of meters.
Normally fluid as steam, the Spiritual Energy now lay stagnant like liquid mercury. No cultivator at the Qi Sea realm could manipulate it for Dao magic—including Fang Lie, whose Soulfire Lance technique sputtered out.
Yet Fang Lie simply landed before Li Jing, grinning. "Fine treasure for sealing Spiritual Energy. But if I can’t use it…" He cracked his knuckles. "…neither can you. Time to settle this with fists."
The Mo Sect’s top brawler raised his hands mockingly. "Sure you want this, fatty? I could take ten of you."
Unfazed, Li Jing donned a metal helmet from his Sumeru Bag and shed his robe to reveal full-body iron armor. "Your fists mean nothing!" He laughed, the armor clanking. "High-grade materials—even Flying Swords struggle to pierce this! You’re bare-handed!"
"A turtle shell?" Fang Lie snorted. "I’ll crack it open!" He lunged, palm striking Li Jing’s chestplate with a sharp *crack!*
Li Jing staggered but remained unharmed—Fang Lie’s flesh-and-bone hand couldn’t breach the iron armor. The counterpunch missed as Li Jing regained balance.
"Pathetic!" Li Jing swung his armored fist. Though untrained, his cultivator’s strength made the blow whistle through air.
Fang Lie sidestepped easily and slapped Li Jing’s helmet—only to grimace at his reddening palm.
"Keep hitting!" Li Jing taunted, armor gleaming. "Break your hands on my shell—I’ll still be standing!"
"Is that so? We’ll see!" Fang Lie roared.
Without another word, he charged forward. His palms fluttered like twin butterflies, becoming blurred Shadows as they struck Li Jing’s body with thunderous speed.
Crackling sounds erupted from Li Jing’s body like firecrackers.
Though battered until his whole frame shook, Li Jing laughed mockingly, appearing unharmed.
Yet Fang Lie’s hands split open, blood streaming down.
The watching crowd shook their heads mournfully.
"Fang Lie can’t break through this time! Such a shame!"
"Li Jing’s despicable! First a sneak attack, now dirty tricks—even if he wins, how dare he face the inner gate?"
"Exactly! Destroying third-rank sword feather treasures just to win shamelessly? Fang Lie’s the real victor here!"
"Right! Fang Lie loses with honor tonight!"
As they spoke, Fang Lie’s attacks intensified instead of weakening, his fighting aura growing fiercer!
Gradually, the tables turned. Li Jing’s laughter died. Though his armor absorbed most impacts, the relentless pounding still shook him internally.
His face turned ashen, then purple. His breathing grew ragged.
Worse yet, his armor began creaking ominously.
This iron armor had been hastily forged just for ambushing Fang Lie—not a proper treasure, merely sturdier than common gear.
Yet every one of Fang Lie’s iron-palm strikes carried his full Magic, each blow heavy enough to shatter boulders!
Even reinforced armor couldn’t endure such punishment forever.
The crowd noticed something strange—Fang Lie’s battered fists, though bloodied and misshapen, showed signs of restoring instead of crumbling.
Meanwhile, dents and hairline cracks spread across Li Jing’s chest armor.
"By the heavens! Is Fang Lie defying fate? Breaking iron armor with flesh and bone?"
"What’s wrong with his fists? Why don’t they break?"
"Li Jing should’ve won easily! What’s happening?"
"Look! It’s cracking! The armor’s breaking!"
After fifteen minutes of relentless pounding, Fang Lie’s fist finally shattered Li Jing’s chest armor with a deafening CRACK, exposing vulnerable flesh beneath!
"No! I surren—" Li Jing panicked and screamed.
The last syllable died as Fang Lie’s bloody palm smashed his chest, crushing bone and silencing him.
Mo Sect rules forbade attacking after surrender—but only if the word was fully spoken.
Fury burned in Fang Lie. Cheating. Sneak attacks. Repeated humiliation. Even a clay doll has its limits! ‘If the tiger doesn’t roar, you think it’s feeble?’ he seethed.
He’d make them remember. A palm strike sealed Li Jing’s mouth. Eighteen fiery blows followed, scorching flames ravaging internal organs.
When Fang Lie finally withdrew, Li Jing stood rigid before erupting into a human torch—Fang Lie’s vengeance made manifest.
The black treasure sphere clattered down as Spiritual Energy restrictions lifted.
Silence gripped the Arena—then erupted into deafening cheers: "FANG LIE! FANG LIE! FANG LIE!"
The battle had been legendary. Li Jing’s treachery—destroying treasures, sealing Magic, armored against bare hands—reached despicable heights.
Yet Fang Lie triumphed. Shattering steel with bare fists! Defying heaven itself!
The crowd roared approval, hearts conquered by this display of indomitable will.
