Chapter Thirty-Six: Taiji Displays Its Might

  "Why didn't you pursue?" Rutuba asked with a serious expression.

  "I don't know either." Leng Xiao actually didn't understand himself why he let off Rutuba. In fact, at the moment when Rutuba's sword was broken, Leng Xiao had at least three chances to kill Rutuba, but he didn't. As for the real reason, Leng Xiao couldn't explain it himself, perhaps it was because heroes recognize each other!

  Lute paused, seemingly pondering the meaning of Cold Skye's words. As he thought it over in his mind, a sad realization dawned on him - if he were in Cold Skye's shoes earlier, he would have done the same thing too. As for what reason, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

  "Since you don't use a sword, I won't either. Come on!" Leng Xiao Yao swung his hand casually, and under the gaze of others who couldn't see clearly, the short sword in his hand disappeared.

  "Hand-to-hand combat?" Lute's face showed an incredulous expression, could it be that the young man in front of him was really so confident? He actually dared to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a beastman?

  "What? Not daring now?" Cold Xiang Yao raised an eyebrow.

  "Good, refreshing." Luteba felt a sense of admiration for Cold Blood for the first time. A human dared to challenge a beastman in close combat, regardless of the outcome, this courage was already worthy of Luteba's respect.

  "Come on!" Leng Xiao did a gesture of welcoming his enemy, waiting for Rutuba to make a move.

  "Alright, I'm here." Ruterba raised his fist and swung it at Leng Xiangyang, the wind generated by his punch whistling loudly, giving a glimpse into the terrifying extent of Ruterba's power.

  "Using strength to receive gentleness, using softness to carve through hardness." Leng Xuan was unaware of why, but the eight words suddenly appeared in his mind. The original fighting stance he had intended to use unconsciously transformed into a Taiji starting hand form.

  "What is Leng Xiao doing?" Yan Menggui and others saw Leng Xiao in a strange posture, and they were all stunned, unable to figure it out.

  Lute saw the strange posture of Leng Xiangyao, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. As he approached Leng Xiangyao, for some reason, he withdrew his three-layer power, seemingly wanting to spare Leng's life. However, just as his fist was about to hit Leng's chest, Leng suddenly moved and gently placed a hand on Lute's wrist, deflecting it.

  "Not good." Ruterba's face changed slightly, his own arm unexpectedly not listening to his command, following the strange moves of Leng Xiangyao back and forth, his body seemed to have started not being controlled by himself.

  Lute's sneak attack was no good, but Leng Xiangyao's side was refreshing. At this moment, Leng Xiangyao had already closed his eyes and slowly punched out the Taiji Fist according to his impression. Every swift and fierce attack from Lute disappeared without a trace under Leng Xiangyao's casual pull and push.

  "Damn it, I don't believe you can break my strength." Ruterba's anger grew more and more intense as he fought on, the force of his attacks becoming stronger and stronger. In the end, a red glow even appeared around Ruterba's fists, apparently infusing his aura into them. The air was filled with the sound of cracking and popping.

  "Captain, can you tell what kind of move this is? Why does it look so soft and fluffy?" Zheng Xiaohu looked at the captain of the Light Cavalry Regiment, Yan Menggui, with a strange expression on his face. Although he was currently the acting captain of the Vanguard Regiment, which had not yet been formed, he was still just an empty shell of a captain. Nevertheless, Yan Menggui was an old-school captain, and Wang Shusheng had been very close to him before, so Zheng Xiaohu naturally spoke with great respect.

  "It's unclear, it should be a new professional fighting technique." Yan Menggui furrowed his brow, his mind was also a mess at this moment, because he couldn't see what move Leng Xuan was using. Was it a fighting technique? It didn't seem like it. Was it internal energy? He hadn't felt any internal energy from Leng Xuan's body. Magic? That was absolutely impossible. Had a new professional fighting technique appeared on the Maya continent?

  Every time Leng Xiangyao strikes out with a Taichi move, a stream of heat flows through his body, and finally returns to his dantian. Leng Xiangyao is thus immersed in this profound state, completely unaware of the outside world, with only his senses focused on the enemy's every move before him.

  Lü Tí Bā was now in a state of frustration, he used all his might to attack, but every time he reached Lián Xiāo Yóu's front, it seemed as if he had hit a cotton ball, unable to exert any strength, with an indescribable anger in his heart.

  Leng Xiangyao's Taiji was getting faster and more intense, a layer of invisible aura began to accumulate around his body. When the aura reached a certain level, suddenly, after Leng Xiangyao finished his final Taiji move, the aura around his body exploded outward in an instant.

  "Boom!!!!!" A fierce explosion sounded, and Luteba's body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, spewing out a mouthful of blood as he fell to the ground.

  Leng Xiao Yao opened his tightly closed eyes, a sharp light flashed across, and his entire body was filled with an aura of majesty. Fortunately, this aura only flashed for a moment, and Leng Xiao Yao's eyes returned to their usual clear color as he gazed at the distant falling Rutuba, a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

  "You won." Rutuba forced out the words, a beastman senior swordsman had actually lost to a human, and one without even a hint of fighting spirit. The outcome was truly humiliating, but it was also the truth, so at this moment Rutuba's heart was filled with bitterness.

  "Hehe." Leng Xiao Yao smiled slightly and didn't say a word, turning around and walking back to his own side.

  "Oh, oh, oh!" The soldiers of the Měng Hǔ Tuán (Fierce Tiger Brigade) cheered loudly, celebrating Lěng Xiāo Yáng's victory.

  The beastman soldiers on the other side, however, were silent and dejected, their morale having hit rock bottom. Each of them stood silently, gazing at the humans who were in high spirits, their hearts filled with a bitter taste.

  "Give me a break!" A loud roar echoed from the battlefield, followed by an explosion and then a muffled groan.

  After the dust settled on the battlefield, everyone looked around and saw that Shi Hu's long sword was still standing upright with a smile, while his opponent, Bartol, had a bitter expression on his face. A sword hole appeared on his shoulder, and fresh blood was constantly flowing out. It seemed that Bartol had suffered a great loss in their previous exchange.

  "Continue?" Shi Hu raised an eyebrow and said.

  "Stone Tiger, don't be too pleased with yourself just yet. We'll see who's the real deal tomorrow." Batel's face revealed a sinister smile as he left behind a ruthless remark and turned to leave.

  "We await your arrival at any time." A hint of triumphant joy appeared on Shi Hu's lips.

  "General! General! General! General!" In front of the entrance to Tiger Mountain Valley, the soldiers of the Tiger Troop cheered again, repeatedly calling out Shi Hu's title.

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