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Time flew by, half a month in the blink of an eye.
The crowd under the stage was dead silent.
The battle on the stage between Xu Yuan and the Eighth Grade martial disciple had reached a fever pitch.
The dull thuds of fists and feet striking flesh resonated one after another.
Amidst the rolling and dodging, Xu Yuan suddenly swung his hand-as-blade through the air.
"Swoosh—"
A blade-like ripple of blood-red energy instantaneously sliced through the air.
The burly man's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly ducked to evade it while simultaneously launching a powered punch towards Xu Yuan's face.
The gust of wind from the fist grazed his cheek, and as the punch passed by, the burly man's side ribs were exposed in front of Xu Yuan.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan changed his palm to a fist; his cultivation technique activated and blood-red flames instantly covered it as he threw a powerful uppercut towards the man's side ribs.
