83 Battle of the Ancient Martial Arts (2/2)
”I have long heard that Head Prefect Wang Baole has formidable Dharmic artifacts as well as an astounding fighting capability. Today, I would like to challenge Schoolmate Wang's fighting prowess and was wondering if you could spare the use of Dharmic artifacts. Let's have a battle of flesh and blood!” The moment Song Pinlong finished his sentence, it was as if his entire body had been transformed into a heavy sword that was removed from its sheath. His gaze became sharp, and he stepped forward.
It was a series of seven steps, each wider than the previous one. The ground shook as he moved, and the students from the Dao Enlightenment faculty who were watching all held their breath as their minds reverberated from shock.
Song Pinlong's imposing manner increased with every step he took. On his last step, his Blood Qi soared. Physically, he looked the same, but it felt like he had transformed into a giant. Like a tsunami, he suddenly directed a punch toward Wang Baole.
”Tsunami Punch!”
An illusion of a vast ocean immediately appeared behind him. It was almost like his punch harnessed the power of the ocean, shaking the heaven and earth. The teachers standing around were all momentarily taken aback.
At that moment, Wang Baole's gaze sharpened. His desire to fight was piqued since the previous three matches could not even be considered a warm up to him. He did not flinch a single bit, nor did he use any Dharmic artifacts. Rather, he began moving, taking a big step forward.
”Sure!” As he spoke, he raised his right fist, throwing a punch just like Song Pinlong at the exact moment he approached!
Song Pinlong was more focused than ever. His power increased by a third, and he put in his best effort. The two fists connected with each other, the loud bang reverberating as the ground under them cracked. Rock and debris flew in all directions. Song Pinlong's facial expression changed instantly as he felt a formidable force rushing toward and enveloping him. In the intense vibrations, he was forced to retreat several steps. When he raised his head to look at Wang Baole, his gaze was one of surprise.
”You're strong!” That was the only thought in his mind.
Wang Baole also moved behind uncontrollably, but he stopped after just a few steps. As his eyes met Song Pinlong's, his lips curled into a smile, his desire for combat intensifying as he leaped with unbelievable speed and retaliated.
Song Pinlong laughed with his head held high. Not only did he not retreat, his desire to fight was awakened as well, gushing out of his heart. In that moment, the pair was in battle again. As the sound of impacts spread, the both of them exchanged more than a hundred punches in just over ten breaths!
Even if they were pushed back, they immediately rushed forward again. It was as if a match between two individuals from the Combat faculty was unraveling in that very arena!
The spectators were tense beyond words at what they saw. Other than students from the Dao Enlightenment faculty, there were also spectators comprising of students from the other faculties. They all stared, flabbergasted. Even though there had been news that Wang Baole's combat capabilities were high, they were not from the Dharmic Armament faculty after all and did not have a good understanding. As they watched Wang Baole's moves, all of them were deeply shaken.
”This Wang Baole… is truly capable!”
”Depending purely on his fighting capabilities, he can actually effectively suppress the Combat faculty, even without using his Dharma treasures!”
”This… Is he from the Combat faculty or the Dharmic Armament faculty?”
At this moment, Song Pinlong, the Head Prefect of the Strength Hall of the Combat faculty, was obviously losing under the continuous attacks from Wang Baole. Crimson blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth while Wang Baole remained unscathed.
As the spectators watched, frozen, Song Pinlong charged as he increased his speed. He appeared to have recognized that he had insufficient strength; therefore, he activated his mystic technique as he increased his speed in order to boost his power. He even raised his hand to strike his entire body so that his speed could increase more. With his reddened body, he charged toward Wang Baole with a low growl.
From afar, it appears as if a red eagle was swooping down on its prey.
”Speed?” Wang Baole's gaze flashed momentarily. His cultivation was increased relying on the Great Void Qi Devouring Art through the absorption of spirit fat. He had long recognized that using this method to cultivate himself allowed him to physically surpass peers at his realm.
Now, he had not activated the devouring seed, nor did he begin his take down of his opponent. Since his opponent had requested to compete purely based on their physical abilities, Wang Baole was also interested in seeing his capabilities and his level of Pulse Enrichment!
He took a deep breath, causing his speed to increase. He instantly charged forward, but this time, he did not use his fists, instead leaping the moment his speed peaked, kicking Song Pinlong directly!
A boom louder than those heard previously erupted. Blood spurted out of Song Pinlong's mouth as his body was thrown back. This time, he landed outside the arena, stopping tens of feet outside the boundary. He was pale as he vomited another mouthful of blood. However, his eyes were shining bright, and he acknowledged Wang Baole, who was standing on the arena, with cupped fists again.
”You rightfully deserve your fame! I am convinced. Wang Baole, when I attain my True Breath, I will definitely fight you again!” After finishing his sentence, Song Pinlong turned to leave.
On the arena, Wang Baole looked at Song Pinlong's back. He felt great respect toward Song Pinlong as he could see that Song Pinlong was someone who was dedicated to martial arts.
My opponents are becoming more and more powerful. I wonder who I'll meet in the final match! Wang Baole finally relaxed as he turned around to leave the Dao Enlightenment faculty as well.