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"Great Monument Hands!" Ling Yun did not care about the discussions and shouted coldly.

Strands of strange patterns appeared on his palm, like a translucent white Glazed Light Monument. With a whistling sound, he smashed his fist towards the youth's fist.

Boom!

The two of them used their martial skills, their voices powerful, bringing with it the sound of wind breaking. The moment their fists collided with the light monument, a strong wind brought with it a berserk spiritual energy, causing dust to fill the air.

The light of spiritual qi was bright, blocking the two people who were fighting. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of fists clashing, cold shouts, and the sound of fists digging into flesh.

Boom!

Another loud sound, the berserk force scattered everywhere, a figure shot out from the light of spiritual qi's resplendent battlefield.

"It's that young man. Could it be that he lost?"

"How could that be? He's a martial master, and Ling Yun is at the center of the berserk energy. His injuries must be even worse."

"I think so too. To be able to exchange over ten moves with one another is already unimaginable. How could one possibly win?"

"That's right, he just has the advantage of being in a melee battle with the body cultivator. Maybe the young man hasn't used his full strength and doesn't want him to lose too badly."

"…"

The chattering started, the spectators were commenting, but most of them were not optimistic for Ling Yun, thinking that he had lost, that even those who had confidence in him could not win, began to waver.

The teenager that shot out had a pale complexion with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. His purple robe was in tatters, revealing the green and red intertwined on his skin.

However, after thinking about how fierce the battle just now had been …

Even though the youth that shot out looked to be in a sorry state, he had a victorious smile on his face. Just as he was about to mock Zhang Xuan, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Idiot, as a warrior who cultivates spirit energy, you actually fight a body cultivator in close combat? You truly do not know your place!" Ling'er glanced at the arena where the light of spiritual qi had yet to disperse, then her beautiful eyes swept across the violet-robed youth. A trace of disdain flashed past her eyes, and her red lips slightly curled as she softly said.

Other than a few strong warriors, no one else could see through the light of spiritual qi.

"Cough!" With a pale face, he forced himself to stand up, raised his head, and said weakly: "It's a pity that he disappointed you. Even if it's a close combat, he lost completely because of it.

"Is that so?" Before Ling'er could say anything, a calm voice came out from the slowly dissipating light of spiritual qi, filled with energy, "Do you think you've won?"

"How is this possible!" Hearing that, violet-robed youth's face revealed a look of disbelief, his eyes flashed with a look of madness, and he shouted.

"Nothing is impossible." Ling Yun's indifferent voice slowly sounded out. After that, everyone saw a blurry figure shooting out from within the light of spiritual qi, pouncing towards the violet-robed youth and throwing a punch right in front of them.

A sparkling and translucent glazed fist brought with it the sound of wind breaking as it smashed into the youth's face. Blood sprayed out along with his teeth as he was sent flying backwards.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Under everyone's stunned and incredulous gazes, violet-robed youth was like a human sandbag. He was being punched and kicked by Ling Yun, each of his punches bringing about the sound of wind, especially the youth's delicate and handsome face, which was covered in black and green marks of Fist s and palms.

It was like he was playing with a toy. He was having a lot of fun.