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Below the arena, on the few available seats, sat several old men, among them was Li Qi.

"Yulei Sect..."

One of the elders frowned and said to Li Qi:

"Old Li, isn't this your nemesis?"

Li Qi's expression didn't change much. He reached out to take a cup of tea that Meng Qingjiao handed to him, took a light sip, and calmly said:

"There is indeed some old grudge, that idiot Chen Buyan and I went to visit the brothel..." Li Qi glanced at Zong Shichan who was looking at him curiously and Meng Qingjiao with an expressionless face, then corrected himself:

"...had dinner together at the inn, and Chen Buyan finished eating first. He ate so much faster than me... and went to the restroom, which, at that time, was overcrowded. There he bumped into Yulei Sect's Direct Disciple Qiu Hanyu, who was also there to relieve himself, and they fought over a urinal."

"I heard the commotion, left my meal unfinished, and clothes... chopsticks still in hand, rushed over to help, joining forces with Chen Buyan to give Qiu Hanyu a beating."

An old man sitting beside him interjected, "It's only natural for martial artists with vigorous blood and fiery tempers to clash; fighting and killing so long as it doesn't result in death. In fact, after fighting, it's possible to even become friends. This grudge shouldn't have lasted until now."

Li Qi waved his hand, "It shouldn't have, but after the fight, that bastard Zhou Liexiong arrived late and came up with a bad idea. He suggested stripping the unconscious Qiu Hanyu naked and tying him to a pillar in the main hall for a 'bird show'. I was young and thoughtless, and thinking it sounded fun, I went ahead with it."

The old man beside him stroked his chin, "You three really deserved death."

"Now, Qiu Hanyu is the Sect Leader of the Yulei Sect. With the grudge between you unresolved, him sending his own disciple this time clearly shows he's here for revenge... Nephew Xue is okay, right?"

Another old man asked anxiously.

"The Yulei Sect follows a path of 'Ancient Martial Neo Arts'. Our ancestor once studied the 'Five Thunder Skill' at the Taoist Shenxiao Sect, then established his own sect and, with the concept of neo martial arts, created the 'Thunder Control Technique' which is close to forbidden skills.

It does not rely on foreign objects, but purely on one's own spirit to attempt an unnatural transformation of the body, inducing man-made 'Human's Thunder'."

"Although this thunder is overbearingly aggressive and difficult to control, not as balanced and harmonious as the Shenxiao Sect's Five Thunder Skill, its destructive power is not inferior. It's highly effective in combat, often determining victory or death in a flash of thunder.

This young man has a reputation, and is just one step away from Leaping Through the Dragon Gate, which is deemed the 'Mortal Limit'. Even if we were to enter the ring, we may not fare well against him. Nephew Xue, although formidable, is still young and might be caught unprepared."

Upon hearing this, Li Qi merely smiled and did not speak.

...

Above the arena, Xue Jing watched as Qin Fengcong approached and pressed something on the attribute table on his wrist.

The pentagonal radar chart on the display kept changing, soon revealing the opponent's data.

Body: 934

Spirit: 1291

Robbery: 855

Saint: 294

Momentum: ?

Using Uncle Meng Boshang as a reference, this person's [Body] value is significantly lower, but his [Spirit] is even higher than Uncle Meng's. It seems he has practiced some martial arts that heavily focus on consciousness and spirit.

He's just one step away from passing the test of 'Mortal Limit'...

"I'm truly sorry, really sorry."

Qin Fengcong approached Xue Jing and spoke in a deep voice.

His body began to emit flickering arcs of electricity, and his vertical hair grew even more rigid and straight.

"Such a promising talent as yourself ending up in the Hidden Dragon School, your potential utterly wasted... and now, you must die here. It's truly regrettable."

"Don't worry, it will be over in an instant. I won't let you feel any pain. Just like a child covers their ears and closes their eyes during a thunderstorm, before you even have a chance to be scared, it will all be over."

His voice carried clearly throughout the entire plaza for everyone to hear, immediately causing a stir.

"What does he mean, he's going to kill someone?"

"Why? Isn't this event just meant to liven things up?"

Below the stage, Zheng Jixiang, Xie Yue, and others who came with Qin Fengcong immediately fixed their gaze on Li Qi and Meng Boshang standing beside him, ready to rush to their aid at a moment's notice.

But to their surprise, Li Qi and Meng Boshang acted as if they hadn't heard anything at all, looking unfazed at the arena and even exchanging a few jokes with the old men sitting next to them.

Seeing no reaction from the crowd, Qin Fengcong's features sharpened like a lightning bolt, "Then... it is time to end this!"

No sooner had he spoken than thunder roared.

Above the arena, Qin Fengcong transformed into tangible lightning and disappeared from his original spot. A streak of electricity shot toward Xue Jing, leaving behind an afterimage in the air. The next moment, he appeared behind Xue Jing.

Around his right hand wrapped visible arcs of electricity, which he flung off with a flick resembling the vigorous action of a Sword Dao technique, dispelling the electric charge thoroughly.

Then, without looking back, he began walking off the arena with the air of someone who had just finished his job, exuding coolness.

The entire scene went silent; everyone was staring dumbfounded at the arena.

Qin Fengcong, accustomed to the awe of the audience, thought nothing of it, but after a few steps, something felt amiss.

"Drip-drip—drip-drip—"

In the dead silence, the sound of blood dripping resounded clearly in his ears.

...Blood?
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Whose... Xue Jing's?

When the Thunder Control Technique is used, the wound is typically charred black, not bleeding.

...Then whose is it?

Qin Fengcong stiffly looked down at his own chest.

There, right over his heart, the fabric of his clothing had a hole the size of a fist.