"Whoosh—"
Jiang Li exhaled imperceptibly as text emerged on the Karma Collection before him.
"He felt his body become livelier, his True Qi more agile—it seemed, his progress in integrating the Dao Fruit had advanced a bit."
The Karma Collection accurately recorded Jiang Li's information, even the Dao Fruit integration progress that couldn't be clearly discerned.
And this made Jiang Li's eyes reveal deep thought.
Because over the past month, Jiang Li had seen similar information appear on the Karma Collection more than once, but each time it was only a slight change, not a bit. He had been drawing talismans and meditating, doing everything a Daoist should do, but the benefits of those actions were less than the benefit from a fight he had just now.
"Is it because I won? No, after I accommodated the Dao Fruit, I defeated not only Li Chongyue but also two others before without any further integration. So..."
An idea formed in Jiang Li's mind, "Is it the competition?"
Speaking of Wang Chongyang, one cannot help but mention the term "Central Divine Power," at least in Jiang Li's memory, this impression of the Wuxia version of Wang Chongyang was the most profound.
If Jiang Li's Dao Fruit was indeed rewritten according to his own cognition and memory, then this progress made sense.
Competing and winning in battle—this must be one of the interpretations of his Dao Fruit.
If Jiang Li were now the number one in the world, his Dao Fruit integration would likely reach its peak, its Perfection. However, if Jiang Li were the number one in the world, he wouldn't need the Dao Fruit at all.
"The true number one might not be achievable, I can only strive to be number one among the Ninth Grade."
Being number one in the Ninth Grade is still being world number one.
Jiang Li felt this path was feasible.
"Next."
He repeated this phrase, looking around as if searching for the next challenger.
However, Jiang Li's attention was mainly on Luo Yi.
The same saying goes—It doesn't matter; the Jiang Family will take action.
Luo Yi must know the consequences of Jiang Li rising to prominence; he would do his best to turn the "undefeated in the Ninth Grade" into a joke. With this, Jiang Li could also take the opportunity to confirm the identities of his enemies.
At this moment, even though Jiang Li wasn't looking at Luo Yi, the Karma Collection continuously monitored everything concerning Kaiyang Hall, missing no details.
"Luo Yi saw Li Chongyue defeated, his expression immediately darkened, then his lips moved slightly and a disciple stepped out from the crowd."
"Outer Disciple Zhang Zhenyang, I look forward to experiencing brother's skills."
Zhang Zhenyang wasn't as burly as Li Chongyue, but he was also tall, with broadened shoulders and a robust body, clearly one who followed the Martial Arts path and accommodated the Heavenly Weapon Dao Fruit.
This was probably the usual state of things.
Daoists required three years to enter the path, but it had only been three years since the Jiang Family underwent a great change—if they had followed the Daoist path, it would be too late to enter the Ninth Grade and help Jiang Zhuyun, the Third Young Master.
"With this in mind, the likelihood of Jiang Zhuyun following the Divine Attribute path is even higher."
This thought flashed through Jiang Li's mind while his hands skillfully began to receive the good deed.
"Ha!"
With a deep shout from Zhang Zhenyang, he stomped his foot on the ground as the fight began, adopting a stance, his arms vibrating as Qi ran through his entire body.
"Primordial Skill," Jiang Li quietly remarked.
He had seen this martial arts technique at the Daoist Law Pavilion while selecting cultivation methods.
Primordial Skill involved both internal and external cultivation, internally refining Primordial Qi that enveloped the entire body, and externally strengthening sinews, bones, and skin to cultivate great strength and defense comparable to Horizontal Training, which was indeed a Body Refining Martial Art.
The other party had discerned Jiang Li's versatility and wanted to rely on a tough and thick-hide to withstand attacks.
Cultivators of Primordial Skill had physiques comparable to hard skills, with internal Qi circulating throughout the body, enhanced by the Heavenly Weapon Dao Fruit on their physical bodies, essentially maxing out their toughness. No damage could be inflicted by Jiang Li unless she struck a vital point.
Even with the Fire Thunder Talisman, it was estimated to be ineffectual.
Although relying on pure True Qi and proficiency in talismanic magic, Jiang Li's Fire Thunder Talisman exceeded its limits, but its Grade, after all, was not Ninth Grade. It was difficult to harm Zhang Zhenyang!
However, defeating this man was not difficult.
Jiang Li suddenly exerted force and cut straight through, attacking like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep. This time, she did not use Louguan Swordsmanship to counter but took the initiative.
The sword light in her hand shot out, like a meteor chasing the moon, directly targeting Zhang Zhenyang's lower stance.
It is well known that no matter how strong external power is, it is difficult to cultivate the groin area—even the Iron Crotch Skill, which specifically focused on this area, did not genuinely make the testicles indestructible. Instead, it focused on strengthening Kidney Essence and essence energy.
As for how to avoid having this vital point attacked, naturally, it involved projecting True Qi outward to protect the body or contracting the penis into the abdomen.
Those young people who thought practicing Iron Crotch Skill would make their testicles invulnerable to blades and spears, nine out of ten were castrated and lost the pleasures of manhood.
Zhang Zhenyang clearly lacked the abilities to protect his testicles with True Qi or to contract the penis into the abdomen. Seeing the menacing sword light from Jiang Li, he immediately turned his toes inward, slightly bent his legs, clamped his knees inward, and adopted a stance as if clamping a sheep or a horse, while simultaneously swinging his arms downward as if striking the ground.
But who would have thought that the menacing sword light would suddenly feint and shift upward.
It turned out that Jiang Li, upon closing in, suddenly threw her long sword, letting it ascend into the air, while she simultaneously struck out with both palms, landing on Zhang Zhenyang's forearms.
Two pieces of talisman paper were thus affixed to the forearms, spirit light flared up, and Zhang Zhenyang immediately felt his body lighten, involuntarily cursing inwardly.
These were clearly two Featherweight Talismans.
Standing on solid ground allowed one to exert force, but if both feet were off the ground, then even the strongest physique would be put at a disadvantaged, passive position.
Jiang Li exerted force with her palms, and upon colliding with the True Qi from Zhang Zhenyang's arms, the sound of a loud bang echoed. Zhang Zhenyang, despite being superior in strength, was sent flying like a willow leaf.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Zhenyang coldly snorted, attempting to intimidate his formidable opponent with his divine aura, but Li Chongyue, whose presence was even more imposing, couldn't influence Jiang Li, let alone him.
Jiang Li pursued the victory, attaching a Giant Power Talisman to herself, performing six consecutive Wind Chasing Palms. She found a breakthrough and hit Zhang Zhenyang directly in the chest.
"Bang!"
Amid the muffled sound, Zhang Zhenyang's chest Primordial Qi shattered, with the palm force striking his heart meridian, immediately causing intense pain in his chest and sending him flying back two Zhangs, crashing into two spectators who had no time to dodge.
Jiang Li reached out to catch her falling long sword, her movements graceful as a startled swan, thrusting her sword directly.
"Zing!"
This thrust finally stopped just before Zhang Zhenyang's left eye, the cold sword tip nearly touching his eyeball, causing his body to stiffen, daring not to make any rash moves.
The victory was decided!
Zhang Zhenyang, who seemed more challenging to deal with, was defeated even faster. Between the throw and fall of the long sword, he was already miserably defeated on the spot.
This astounding scene, not to mention Zhang Zhenyang who was in the midst of it, even the surrounding spectators were extremely shocked. Luo Yi, watching this scene from a distance, couldn't help but clench his fists hard, the sound of his joint friction continuously sounding.
"Next."
Jiang Li said leisurely; the long banner that read "undefeated in Ninth Grade" fluttered in the background, complementing her figure perfectly.