121 Sparring Against He Ji (2/2)

Xue Wei was sent flying back, but he managed to regain his composure with a backflip, landing and looking up at He Ji with a smile as broad as he was enraptured by the allure of combat.

He Ji staggered backward a couple steps before finally regaining his balance. He looked in shock at Xue Wei; this young man was truly too ferocious.

”Seems like I am not going to be able to win this spar by being upfront, huh,” Xue Wei muttered to himself. He was at a disadvantage in almost every exchange of blows, but he was not willing to give up just yet.

Seed of Mirage!

Suddenly, a seed of Qi left his body, followed shortly by two more. Three Qi seeds hovered in the air. The crowd was curiously trying to figure out what exactly they were, but He Ji had not even time to look at them before he felt danger descending upon him

Azure Light Finger!

A beam of azure Qi shot out from Xue Wei's fingertip and shot towards He Ji at a rapid speed.

Azure Light Finger was only a superior martial art technique, but it could be used from a distance, which allowed Xue Wei to push He Ji into the defensive, giving himself ample room to get closer again.

”I can't believe that I can't even scratch him,” Xue Wei thought to himself. He was not interested in seriously injuring his opponent, simply wishing to push his abilities to their limits after all, and this was the best chance he would have to see just how his raw strength and Qi handled someone three layers above him.

He Ji was a youngster from the Chaos Vulture Tribe and thus he had climbed out from a mountain of corpses. He had been in many life-and-death situations so far where he had faced Fierce Beasts with strength equivalent to his own, and even the adult cultivators of enemy tribes had died at his hands.

When fighting these experts, he had always felt a sense of crisis, knowing that a single wrong step would cause him to lose his life. and now when he was fighting against Xue Wei, he could not help but feel the exact same.

Xue Wei was rushing towards him; his hands were covered in azure Qi again, one of them being a fist and the other a palm.

The palm that soon descended upon He Ji had a domineering aura that would permit nothing to stand in its way, as if it was a sovereign high up in the skies looking down upon the mortal world.

The fist was elusive; sometimes it was transparent, at other times a myriad of fist imprints appeared in the air, making it increasingly difficult to determine which one of the imprints were the real fist.

It was near impossible to block the Arcane Fist because of its elusive nature, and the fact that it was a profound martial arts technique made it that much more dangerous.

Just as he raised his sword, ready to send out sword-light that could crush the fist and palm imprints, he heard the audience gasp in unison. It was clear that something had happened.

Looking behind Xue Wei, He Ji's face turned ugly. There, three copies of him were leisurely walking towards them, azure Qi flowing up their bodies. Suddenly, He Ji did not have to protect himself against just two attacks from the main body, but five from all iterations, faux or not. The three copies each punched out with their individual Arcane Fists

Xue Wei snickered when he saw the darkened expression on He Ji's face. It was clear that He Ji was unsettled with the many skills that Xue Wei commanded, and even less when some of them were copies.

”I do not believe that your copies have as strong an attack as you!” He Ji muttered to himself. At the very last moment, he decided to block the two attacks from the real Xue Wei, allowing for the other Arcane Fists to hit his body. It was simply impossible for him to block all of them with a single sword.

Three Arcane Fists connected with He Ji's body. While individually weaker than the main body, the three copies had a combined attack power that did not actually deviate much from the original.

Xue Wei was panting, feeling feeble. He knew this spar was his loss if He Ji had somehow managed to overcome the pincer attack, so he fought to keep standing, eyes peeled on the tribal genius

He had used all his Qi. Right now, he was managing to stand up only through sheer force of willpower. He wished to see how He Ji had fared, and whether or not he was capable of defeating a ninth-layer Earth Warrior with his strength alone.

He Ji had been sent flying by the three Arcane Fists, but the three copies had also vanished. They had used all the Qi within their bodies to launch those three Arcane Fists at their highest potency.

There was pin-drop silence in the field, and every spectator stared at the dust cloud that had risen after He Ji had crashed into the ground.

It felt like an eternity where everyone was staring at a dust cloud while trying to spy the outcome of the fight.

Then the dust cloud slowly started settling again, and one could see He Ji sitting on the ground. His hair and clothes were filled with dust, and his face had an expression of utter disbelief.

”Just how many strange attacks do you have?” He Ji asked curiously before standing up once more.

His clothes were in rags and tatters. Despite none of Xue Wei's attacks drawing blood, it was clear that He Ji had taken quite the damage as was visible from the many bruises that covered the exposed parts of his skin.

Seeing that He Ji stood up once more, Xue Wei could only shake his head. ”I admit defeat,” he said, but no one jeered at him. No one joked or said that he was a weakling. In fact, each and every single person in the crowd was thinking that he was a monster.

”You did not lose to me,” He Ji shook his head. ”You had a few handicaps... you didn't use your movement technique or your spiritual energy attack. I have a feeling that you're hiding even more.

”Had this been a battle for life and death, then I fear I would not be alive right now,” He Ji mocked himself. His words shocked his fellow tribesmen. Could it be true that Xue Wei had other tricks up his sleeves?