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“Bang!”
Li Muqing's fist struck Meng Hao's shield with a solid thud, echoing through the air. The anticipated scene of Meng Hao collapsing and spitting blood did not occur; instead, it was Li Muqing who felt a tremendous recoil, causing his arm to go numb as he staggered back several steps.
The arena fell into a stunned silence, everyone wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
“What... what kind of shield is this?” a disciple stammered.
“He actually blocked Brother Li's Seven Injuries Fist!” another disciple exclaimed in shock.
Li Muqing's face turned ashen. He stared at the faintly shimmering bronze halo around Meng Hao's arm, filled with astonishment and jealousy. He had never seen such an extraordinary shield that could completely neutralize the internal force of the Seven Injuries Fist!
“You... you cheated!” Li Muqing roared, lunging at Meng Hao once more. His fists flew out in unison, the internal force of the Seven Injuries Fist surging towards Meng Hao like a tidal wave. This time, he unleashed an even greater strength, determined to crush Meng Hao.
Meng Hao snorted coldly; he recognized that Li Muqing was enraged. Instead of dodging, he faced Li Muqing's attack head-on. The bronze shield on the Heavenly Axe grew denser, even beginning to emit a faint silver glow.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The fists and axe clashed, producing a series of muffled thuds. Meng Hao's shield stood firm like an impenetrable wall; no matter how fiercely Li Muqing attacked, it could not be shaken. With each collision, Li Muqing was pushed back by a powerful recoil, his face growing paler and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Just as Li Muqing's assault began to wane, a gentle internal force quietly flowed from behind Meng Hao, instantly merging into his body. Meng Hao felt a surge of energy fill him; his previously fatigued body regained its vitality in an instant.
He glanced back to see Sun Ruoshui standing not far away, winking at him with a sly smile playing on her lips. Her slender fingers moved slightly within her sleeve, clearly channeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish Meng Hao’s internal force. The alluring curves of her figure were accentuated by the sunlight, especially her ample bosom that seemed ready to burst free from her robe, exuding an intoxicating charm. A sudden rush of desire ignited within Meng Hao’s heart.
With the support of Sun Ruoshui, Meng Hao's offensive became even more ferocious. He no longer relied solely on defense; the Heavenly Axe swung in his hands, creating a fierce wind. Although he did not use the Seven Injuries Fist, each swing of the axe seemed to contain immense power, cleaving through the air with a domineering force that felt as if it could split heaven and earth.
Li Muqing retreated step by step, shocked that Meng Hao could not only block his Seven Injuries Fist but also counterattack. Gritting his teeth, he searched for a flaw, but Meng Hao's shield and counterattacks were flawlessly coordinated, leaving him with no openings to exploit.
In the end, Li Muqing could no longer hold on. With a scream, he was sent flying by Meng Hao's axe, crashing heavily to the ground. Struggling to rise, he found his internal energy in chaos; a sweet taste filled his throat as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The arena fell into silence once more, everyone staring in shock at the disheveled Li Muqing and the proudly standing Meng Hao. A mere woodcutter had actually defeated Li Muqing, the favored disciple of the Kongtong Sect, with nothing but an axe! It was simply unbelievable!
Bai Yunzi watched Meng Hao with an unusual gleam in his eyes. He understood that Meng Hao's strength far exceeded his expectations and that the Heavenly Axe was no ordinary weapon. A premonition stirred within him; this young man's emergence might bring a tremendous storm to the long-quiet martial world.
Several of Li Muqing's companions hurried forward to help him up, their faces filled with fear and dread. They had initially thought Meng Hao was just a lucky woodcutter, but they never expected him to possess such terrifying strength. They exchanged glances, their eyes glinting with malice.
"This kid... must not be allowed to live!" one of them whispered.
"Exactly. If he grows stronger, he will undoubtedly become a huge obstacle for us!" another agreed.
A conspiracy against Meng Hao began to brew silently. Though the trial had ended, the real struggle was just beginning. Standing in the arena, Meng Hao felt an invisible pressure surging from all directions. He knew that from this moment on, he would no longer be an ordinary woodcutter but would be drawn into the center of the power struggles in the martial world. His gaze swept over those disciples eyeing him like predators, and a sense of vigilance arose within him.
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