A powerful green palm seal rose in Lin Wuying’s palm, soaring quickly with the wind. In just an instant, it reached a height of several dozen meters. The palm seal had distinct green veins, resembling flowing blood vessels.
With the movement of his fingers, it seemed like a collapsing mountain, an awe-inspiring force threatening to crush this space completely.
"Is this an Earth Level Low Tier Martial Technique?"
Slightly sensing the terrifying power, Chu Ming murmured. Earth Level Martial Techniques could already invoke the Power of Heaven and Earth to some extent, far stronger than the Top Tier Profound Level Martial Techniques.
"That’s not right, our Lin Family’s Earth Level Martial Technique is a Leg Technique, we’ve never had an Earth Level Palm Technique."
At this moment, Lin Yue’Er beside Chu Ming spoke, her eyes heatedly gazing at the gigantic palm seal in the sky. Although the Lin Family had Earth Level Martial Techniques, she had not yet cultivated them because her cultivation level was still too low. Lin Qingxuan had once told her that only when her cultivation reached Fourth Layer True Dao could she cultivate Earth Level Martial Techniques.
At this moment, Hu Zipei’s surroundings were seemingly engulfed in a sea of Sword Aura. Countless sword auras burst forth, sweeping towards Lin Wuying. Lin Wuying’s green palm seal also fiercely struck towards Hu Zipei. Instantly, the surrounding winds transformed into gusts, splattering sand left deep pits on the ground.
Hu Zipei’s blood-red sword aura clashed with the green palm seal, invisible sparks flying, spiritual power roaring incessantly. A terrifying wave rippled outwards with extreme speed.
The green palm seal advanced quickly, shattering all the sword aura in the air in an instant.
"How could this be?!"
Seeing the green palm seal before him, Hu Zipei’s expression changed dramatically. He exclaimed, and in an instant, stomped hard on the ground. Dust swirled as his body shot far away, while he gripped the blood-red long saber tightly, muscles bulging, a blood-red slash transformed into a roaring furious dragon sweeping before him.
However, the green palm seal speed was overwhelming, almost instantly slamming Hu Zipei to the ground, his fate unknown.
Lin Wuying’s body slowly descended from mid-air, exhaling slightly. This move, Five Mountains Godslaying Palm, was his fortunate discovery, a martial technique he happened upon in a cave. Although its grade was Earth Level Low Tier, its unleashed power approached Earth Level Middle Tier Martial Techniques. "Blood Shadow Formless" was good, but compared to this palm technique, it was still inferior.
"Cough, cough, cough....."
As the green palm seal dissipated into spiritual power, a disheveled figure miserably climbed up from the ground. This figure was the once spirited Hu Zipei, but his armor was now completely shattered. If the armor hadn’t absorbed part of the impact, that palm strike would have directly killed him.
Hu Long’s expression remained unchanged. Anyone with some insight could see the power of Lin Wuying’s Earth Level Martial Technique. Hu Zipei’s loss here was fair, especially since they still had one last trump card. They were impossible to defeat.
Lin Wuying returned to the Lin Family’s formation, his face slightly pale. Meanwhile, Lin Qing’s face was extremely gloomy. After witnessing Lin Wuying’s strength, he knew he had surpassed him. Chu Ming could also defeat him with a single sword strike. Unintentionally, he became the weakest among the three.
"We leave the third match to Young Master Chu!"
Turning around, Lin Qingxuan quietly spoke to Chu Ming. The situation now was one win and one loss, placing the victory of the competition in the hands of Chu Ming’s performance in the third match.
Chu Ming replied calmly, his gaze shifting towards the Hu Family’s formation, at a youngster with a black hat, his eyes stirred.
"Don’t blame me for not telling you, we will surely win the third match!"
Hu Long sneered coldly, addressing Lin Qingxuan.
"Victory depends on strength, not words!"
Lin Qingxuan retorted.
"I hope you can still say that later!"
Hu Long’s words were icy as he looked at the youngster beside him with a black hat. The youngster nodded slightly, light-footed, slowly walked to the open ground between the two formations.
The youngster abruptly took off his hat, revealing a somewhat pale face to everyone. His face was sickly white, giving the onlookers an unwarranted sense of misery. His gaze was sharp, seemingly piercing through everything.
Upon recognizing the youngster’s face, Lin Qingxuan’s expression changed suddenly, his throat seemingly blocked.
At this moment, the Lin Family’s formation members’ expressions were all tense, as if witnessing something horrifying.
Chu Ming turned to ask Lin Yue’Er but noticed her face was deadly pale without a trace of blood.
"Young Master Chu, you cannot participate in this match, Zhao Wuhai is too formidable, I fear you’re not his match!"
Realizing who it was, though Lin Yue’Er had seen Chu Ming in action, she still believed he couldn’t win.
"This youngster is Zhao Wuhai, the second genius of the Zhao Family, also the younger brother of Black Dragon City’s Zhao Tianlei, one of the Black Dragon’s Four Heroes. In the younger generation of Black Dragon City, his strength ranks in the top ten. Not just strong but terrifyingly strong. His ruthlessness means those defeated by him are always torn in half, earning him the nickname Blood Butcher in Black Dragon City!"
Lin Yue’Er explained Zhao Wuhai’s details. After she finished, she gently exhaled but noticed Chu Ming’s expression remained unchanged, still calm.
"Hmph, let’s see how you die this time!"
Lin Qing, who was sitting cross-legged with his injuries mostly healed, gazed at Chu Ming with hatred. He knew Zhao Wuhai’s cruelty, convinced Chu Ming wouldn’t survive.
"Young Master Chu, why don’t we concede this time....."
Lin Qingxuan’s expression changed slightly as he spoke to Chu Ming, Zhao Wuhai’s reputation was too overwhelming. While he wished to win, he didn’t want to risk Chu Ming’s life.
"No need, let me face him!"
Chu Ming replied, moving lightly before Lin Qingxuan could stop him, stepping to the open ground between both formations, looking calmly at Zhao Wuhai.
"Knowing my identity, you still dare to come up, I must say, your courage impresses me!"
A black long spear appeared in Zhao Wuhai’s hand, its body completely black with a dragon-shaped shadow coiling around it. As soon as the spear was held, Zhao Wuhai’s aura erupted completely, like a peerless spear, sharp and majestic, towering high.