The Nine Yang Divine Skill!
This blazing, intense martial art, combined with the information he had gathered, was unmistakably the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Furthermore, the Fireworker Monk had an indestructible body, had established the Vajra Sect, and called himself the Vajra Patriarch.
Seeing him now, Li Daoqiang estimated that he must have cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill could be set aside for now; he had little interest in it at the moment.
Of course, if the opportunity arose, he wouldn't let it slip—it might prove useful later.
But the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill piqued his interest.
Among the martial arts of the world, defensive techniques on par with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill were rare.
There were several versions of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, with varying degrees of power, but none were simple.
In terms of defense, they all far surpassed his Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill.
After all, while the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill also tempered the body, its primary focus was on strength, not defense.
Thus, he was quite tempted by a high-level defensive divine art.
The paths to acquiring it seemed to exist, but in reality, there weren't many.
This Vajra Patriarch...
After a moment of deliberation, he silently shook his head.
The man was clearly under the protection of the Mongol Yuan. Making a rash move against him would be difficult to pull off, and he might even be discovered, causing trouble.
More importantly, he was merely tempted.
At his level, his foundation was already set, and his martial body was formidable.
Even if he obtained the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, he might not be able to cultivate it without risking damage to his own martial body.
This was the primary reason why many powerful experts didn't casually practice other formidable martial arts.
Unless they perfectly complemented each other.
Otherwise, it was mostly about borrowing insights, absorbing the essence, and strengthening oneself.
So, without knowing whether the Vajra Patriarch's version of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill suited him, there was no need to do something where the drawbacks outweighed the benefits.
He would wait for the right opportunity.
His gaze shifted away from the match; the duel between the two held no appeal for him.
Slowly scanning the area, his eyes finally settled on a steady figure exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster.
Ouyang Feng.
Instantly, his interest grew even more.
This was a rare talent.
His mind raced, pondering the possibilities.
Just then, a small commotion arose at the edge of the arena, gradually spreading.
Many people, unable to tear their eyes away from the fierce battle, turned to look at a figure slowly approaching.
Clad in snow-white robes, with an otherworldly aura, she stood detached from the world—a sight to behold from afar, not to be profaned.
Simply standing there, she drew countless gazes, becoming the center of attention.
Li Daoqiang immediately looked over.
Little Dragon Girl!
He wasn't surprised, watching calmly.
The other experts also turned their gazes toward her.
"What a peerless, ethereal woman!" Fang Yeyu couldn't help but sigh softly, unconsciously comparing her to a woman he had once met.
For a moment, he found it hard to tell who was superior.
A wave of exclamations gradually subsided with the calls of "Aunt" and "Guo'er."
Under countless envious and jealous stares, Little Dragon Girl and Yang Guo entered the Lu Estate, chatting happily.
All eyes returned to the great battle.
In the woods.
Ding Chunqiu and the others couldn't help but glance at Li Daoqiang.
As those who had experienced it firsthand, they knew full well that Little Dragon Girl had already been marked and claimed by Li Daoqiang.
And the current situation was clearly unfavorable.
After a moment of silence, the Blood Saber Old Ancestor respectfully said, "Chief, should we look into that boy?"
"Not for now," Li Daoqiang said calmly.
The Blood Saber Old Ancestor said no more.
The others dared not show anything, focusing intently on the battle between Xuan Cheng and the Vajra Patriarch.
Li Daoqiang glanced at the Lu Estate twice before withdrawing his gaze, turning his attention to the surroundings of the arena.
Too many talents—perhaps it was time to act early.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The battle between Xuan Cheng and the Vajra Patriarch continued.
The two forces clashed relentlessly.
By now, many had realized.
The two were evenly matched; it would likely take a while to determine a victor.
Suddenly, at that moment.
A furious roar erupted.
"Poison! You used poison!"
Xuan Cheng's golden light flickered, seeming to weaken.
His face twisted with rage as he glared at the Vajra Patriarch.
The Vajra Patriarch sneered coldly and charged forward.
"Boom!!!"
With a series of thunderous clashes, Xuan Cheng began to retreat step by step, his golden light flickering.
Guo Jing and the others erupted in uproar.
"Poison—how dare you use poison!"
"Shameless and despicable, using poison!"
"Too arrogant, using poison even here!"
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Voices of anger rose and fell, demanding an explanation, refusing to let the matter rest.
"Little Demon Master, this Vajra Sect Leader has used poison!" Guo Jing barked sternly.
"Heh heh." Fang Yeyu chuckled lightly, saying calmly, "Brother Guo jokes. Poison techniques are also part of one's strength. Using poison is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
"Ah, you lot are truly despicable!" Zhou Botong shouted indignantly.
Guo Jing was momentarily speechless, and even Huang Rong and the others wore grim expressions but said nothing.
Because from the very beginning, they realized the duel had no rule against using poison.
Many factions and rogue cultivators whose primary methods were hidden weapons and poison were common in the martial world—such things couldn't be prohibited.
Thus, with the Vajra Patriarch using poison, there was little they could do.
The martial artists around the arena were also left speechless. No matter how indignant they felt, seeing the stern-faced grandmasters on the platform, they could only suppress their anger.
Fang Yeyu and his group smiled, utterly indifferent to the countless furious glares directed at them.
Another series of explosions rang out as Xuan Cheng spat blood, retreating dozens of zhang.
"This round... counts as your win."
After a brief discussion, Guo Jing declared solemnly.
Then, addressing Xuan Cheng seriously, he said, "Master Xuan Cheng, their use of poison was clearly premeditated. Such despicable tactics can only succeed for a time. Please step down for now."
The Vajra Patriarch seemed not to hear Guo Jing's words, his murderous intent unabated as he continued attacking Xuan Cheng.
Xuan Cheng, furious beyond measure, heard Guo Jing's words and took the opportunity to retreat. He snorted coldly at the Vajra Patriarch, stepping back onto the platform, a faint black aura flickering across his face.
He bowed apologetically. "Amitabha. I have disappointed everyone."
"Master, you flatter yourself. Their use of such tactics was clearly planned in advance—impossible to guard against," Guo Jing said sincerely, offering comfort.
Others chimed in as well.
"Third match. It's my turn. Who's stepping up?"
At that moment, Ouyang Feng's voice rang out from beside Fang Yeyu, grating like metal scraping against metal, exuding a sense of pressure.
Fang Yeyu's smile grew even wider.
Guo Jing and the others' faces silently grew heavier.
(I had matters to attend to today, so consider this a day off. These two thousand words are a small consolation. Apologies.)
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