Chapter 15: The Afterhand

  "Fine, I didn't think it would drive me to this point."

  Bai Shaoyang suddenly retreated two zhangs back and gritted his teeth.

  "No one will always be stronger than others, your glory is no longer there. If you're smart, get down from the stage yourself, otherwise I'll chase you away like a dog."

  Zhang Shan slowly walked towards him.

  "You think you've won? Delusional! I'll make you pay the price for this."

  Bai Shaoyang's face twisted in a grimace as he bellowed loudly.

  "Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."

  Zhang Shan sneered, his two hands clenched with force, and a burst of cracking sounds exploded from his finger joints.

  "The host is not quite right, his breath seems a bit off..."

  The voice of Bei Ling suddenly echoed in Zhang Shan's mind at this time.

  "What's wrong?"

  Zhang Shan was taken aback, and the spirit of the stele spoke to remind him that he would not shoot without a target. He involuntarily stopped in his tracks, cautiously looking at his opponent, and immediately asked in his heart.

  "He seems to be using a technique that will harm both himself and his opponent, his pupils have turned red... This is the Burning Blood and Yuan Technique."

  The monument's spirit spoke with a hint of solemnity in its tone.

  "What is the Blood Refining and Origin Reversing Technique?" Zhang Shan couldn't help but ask.

  "The Blood Incineration Technique is a demonic cultivation method that burns one's own blood energy to increase strength, although it will cause both blood and energy to be depleted afterwards, and will also shorten one's lifespan, but in the short term, it can multiply combat power."

  Zhang Shan was shocked in his heart. Now he could only slightly gain the upper hand with all his might, but if Bai's strength increased several times, he would absolutely not be a match for him.

  "The most sensible thing for the host to do is to give up this game." said Bei Ling.

  "Is there no other way?" Zhang Shan felt a sense of discontent.

  Gao Peng was wronged by the White surname and nearly lost his position, just as he was about to avenge his good friend, such a twist occurred, how could he be willing to accept it?

  At this time, Bai Shaoyang's pupils had completely turned blood-red. He threw his head back and let out a wolf-like howl, his aura rising continuously like a ferocious beast choosing its prey to devour.

  "If the host insists on competing, there's only one way, and that's for me to go." said Hei Ling quickly.

  "Are you coming? What does it mean?"

  "As long as the host agrees, I can temporarily control your body to fight. His Flame Blood Core can only last for half a minute at most. I'm confident that I can help you get through this period and win the match." said Mo Ling firmly.

  "Control my body to fight? What will I be like?" Zhang Shan said somewhat unclearly.

  "It doesn't matter how it is, anyway you're clear-headed, it's just that your body isn't under your control, there's no time left, if you're willing then decide quickly, otherwise admit defeat and leave immediately."

  "Alright..."

  Zhang Shan made a firm decision, this game as long as there is an opportunity he will never give up.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his body suddenly lose control, although various sensations were still present, but his hands and feet began to move involuntarily.

  "Zhang Shan, you're going to die!"

  Before he could react from this strange feeling, he heard Bai Shaoyang's stern shout.

  Zhang Shan's eyes narrowed, and Bai Shaoyang's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with a vast array of sword shadows accompanied by a sharp whistling sound slashing down.

  Then he felt his own true yuan rapidly circulating inside him, and his body suddenly took a step forward, charging towards the place where the sword shadow was most intense.

  Zhang Shan was shocked and almost cried out, but at this moment his body made a clever turn, the sword shadow in front of him suddenly swept past his side, without even touching a corner of his clothes.

  A loud crash, the sword aura emitted by Bai Shaoyang's sword actually left a few sword marks on the sky blue stone platform, showing the strength of this sword.

  One strike missed, Bai Shaoyang let out a loud roar, slid his feet and turned around to slash at him horizontally once again.

  At this time, the body controlled by Bei Ling took a wrong step ahead of time and slipped out from a dead angle, as if he had anticipated Bai Shaoyang's next move.

  "This is too awesome... It's as if you can predict the future... Is this what they mean by 'knowing your enemy before doing battle'?"

  Zhang Shan's mind floated up with this idea.

  After a few short breaths, he had already adapted to the awkward feeling in his body and felt as if he was watching the current battle from a transcendent perspective.

  Bai Shaoyang's aura grew increasingly sharp, his sword moves faster and more precise, the sword energy he released carried a piercing whistling sound that filled the air above the arena.

  The disciples under the stage were already stunned by the battle on the field, and Bai Shaoyang's swordsmanship and destructive power didn't seem to be something that a first-rank Spiritual Martial Realm warrior could unleash.

  And as his opponent Zhang Shan, although on the surface he looks disheveled, with his clothes torn to shreds, for now he still hasn't been injured or seen blood, and it seems like he can still hold on.

  The owner Yan Zhengying and the supervisor Wu Qishun were also shocked, obviously not expecting a ordinary school competition to reach this level.

  Zhang Shan had already completely let go of his worries. In this situation, Bai Shaoyang's explosive time was over, and he would inevitably lose.

  After calming down, he began to carefully experience the moves of the stele spirit. With his current super strong comprehension ability, it didn't take long for him to gain a new understanding of the timing in battle.

  "His time is almost up."

  Just as he was immersed in this realization, the stele spirit suddenly spoke up.

  Zhang Shan came back to his senses and saw that Bai Shaoyang's face was covered in sweat, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, looking like he was in agony.

  "This technique of burning blood to transform the origin, do you really think it's that easy to use? Burning blood with Sanskrit incantations means to burn one's own blood energy, on the surface there is no bleeding, but internally the blood is decreasing, just like being injured and losing blood, he won't last more than ten breaths."

  Zhang Shan's face revealed a happy smile, and his gaze at Bai Shaoyang was like a cat playing with an old mouse.

  Bai Shaoyang felt a wave of weakness in his body, knowing he couldn't hold on any longer. Seeing Zhang Shan's sneer, he suddenly let out a desperate roar and with all his remaining strength, launched one final sword strike.

  "Boom..."

  A loud crash, Bei Ling did not dodge this time and used the King's Armor Breaking Fist from the Four Symbol Fists to forcefully collide with it.

  Zhang Shan's feet were nailed to the ground, motionless as a mountain. Bai Shaoyang's whole body shook violently and he retreated two steps. The long sword in his hand was shaken out of his grasp and flew out, falling with a clang two zhang away.

  "He's done for, what's left is up to you."

  As they spoke, Bei Ling retreated back into his Sea of Consciousness.

  Zhang Shan felt himself regaining control over his body, he looked up at his stumbling opponent and no longer hesitated, taking two steps forward, with all his might, he threw a punch straight at Bai Shaoyang's Dantian.

  "Get your hands off me!"

  Just then, Judge Sun Yiming's loud shout came from behind, and a fierce gust of wind rushed towards his back.

  Zhang Shan's eyes flashed coldly, and surprisingly, the one surnamed Sun had actually tried to poison him in order to save this good-for-nothing; if he hadn't dodged, even if Bai Shaoyang was crippled, he himself would also have been severely injured.

  A faint cold smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly transformed his fist into a claw, grabbing Bai Shaoyang's waist and turning around to meet him with a palm force.

  "Bang!"

  "Ah!"

  Sun Yiming's fierce fist directly blasted onto Bai Shaoyang's Qihai.

  He let out a blood-curdling scream, curled up into a ball like a dead shrimp, fell to the ground and convulsed twice before losing all sound.

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