Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 20: Speed ​​Run without Fighting Skills!
Although it was only a low-level yellow-grade fighting skill, Xiao Ning was very sure that the opponent's defenseless behavior would not be able to withstand a single move in his hands.

Eighth dan versus third dan, the advantage is mine!

With the sound of breaking wind, Xiao Ning's palm even seemed a little blurry at speed due to the blessing of fighting skills, showing the power of this attack.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan was not in a hurry. He shifted his body suddenly, raised his palm slightly, and nimbly and quickly drilled into the inside of Xiao Ning's arm. With a little force, the palm knife carrying a trace of fighting spirit chopped mercilessly below Xiao Ning's wrist.

Xiao Ning, who had poured all his fighting spirit into his fingers, had a drastic change of expression. He had never expected the opponent's reaction to be so quick. The vulnerable part of his wrist was suddenly attacked, causing his whole body's momentum to stagnate. He abruptly interrupted the attack trajectory of this fighting skill and quickly withdrew.

Xiao Ning looked a little embarrassed, and said angrily: "You, you are not at the third stage of fighting spirit?!"

With such speed and powerful attack, even a fool could see that the opponent's previous actions were not caused by fear, but were clearly premeditated!
Looking at the red, swollen and twitching wrist, Xiao Ning felt an indescribable fear in his heart. From the rough sense of strength, he felt that this strength must be above the fifth level of fighting spirit.
In a month, there were three to five paragraphs, and he had never seen them, let alone heard of them.

As expected, when Xiao Ning said this, the people on the scene who were already shocked were even more shocked, as if their cognition had been overturned.

Only Xun'er, who was sitting on the stage, had a smile on her face, as if she had expected this.

"The Dou Qi in Brother Xiao Yan's body is really solid enough. He hasn't broken through to the fifth level of Dou Qi, but he already has a level of strength comparable to that of others," Xun'er said secretly, having already estimated Xiao Yan's strength in her heart.

Although the opponent's improvement speed is fast, it is by no means forced. Instead, it is very solid and stable.

Thinking of Xiao Yan's previous cultivation and talent, it is actually not difficult to understand. If he cultivates again for the second time, he will be extremely fast and solid. This is also one of the few benefits of a drop in cultivation.

Looking at the extremely shocked crowd on the field, Xiao Yan remained calm and chuckled, "I don't think I ever said that I was at the third level of Dou Qi, right?"

The calm and composed appearance of the clouds rolling and unrolling was completely different from the taciturn boy in the past.

"Little Thing" was being toyed with by the other party again. Xiao Ning's face twisted, and he said coldly: "You really surprised me, but relying solely on your fifth level of cultivation, you are far from qualified to fight me!"

"Today I will let you see the difference between mid-level Dou Qi and high-level Dou Qi!"

Xiao Ning, blinded by anger, no longer held back. He shook his swollen wrist, and all the fighting spirit in his body burst out.

Xiao Yan saw that the other party's aura had suddenly increased a lot, and his heart felt a little heavy.

He bent his lower body slightly, lowering his center of gravity a bit, making him appear more solid and stable.

The next moment, he actually ran straight towards Xiao Ning who was ready to attack!
The young man secretly clenched his fists to gather strength, and leaned his body forward slightly to become streamlined. His movements were full of beauty, just like a gliding swift. It was obvious that he had plenty of combat experience.

"Arrogant little thing, you dare to take the initiative to meet me?"

Seeing that the other party dared to take the initiative to attack, Xiao Ning, who was accumulating strength, couldn't help but smile. He slightly bent his palms and a hint of cold light appeared on his ten fingers.

When Xiao Yan attacked, Xiao Ning's body shook, and his claws drew a tricky arc, grabbing his arm fiercely.

"Yellow-rank intermediate fighting skill, Claw Strike!"

At the same time, Xiao Yan roughly felt the fluctuations of the fighting skill attack, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he punched out with his fist -

"boom!"

"boom!"

Fists against claws, Xiao Ning had the absolute upper hand. With the help of his fighting skills, his claws fiercely cut into Xiao Yan's fists, leaving long and narrow blood marks.

"Sure enough, the strength in his right hand is smaller." The stalemate between the two was broken in an instant. Xiao Yan's eyes were extremely cold, as if he was not the one who was at a great disadvantage.

He took advantage of the slight stiffness in Xiao Ning's previously injured right claw, endured the severe pain of the claw, and gathered all his fighting spirit into his left fist, forcibly changing the direction of the force, rubbing the edge of the scratch, and attacked Xiao Ning's defenseless chest!
With a dull thud, Xiao Yan's fist hit Xiao Ning's chest hard, and his arm was scratched by Xiao Ning's claws that just brushed past, leaving several marks. Threads of blood dripped from the gaps in the torn clothes onto the bluestone floor tiles of the training ground, looking extremely glaring.

Although blood was shed, it was an extremely effective way of exchanging injury for killing!

In other words, if it was a life-and-death battle, Xiao Yan's attack just now could have directly taken the opponent's life.

Xiao Ning's body was knocked back several meters by the huge impact force. He sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the tearing pain in his chest, his face pale.

Xiao Ning lost!

There was dead silence in the audience. Everyone looked at the young man standing proudly on the stage as if they had seen a ghost. Awe, confusion, fear and countless complex emotions were intertwined in people's hearts.

Who would have thought that Xiao Ning, with his eighth-level fighting spirit, could only last a few moves against Xiao Yan, who didn't use any fighting skills.

After wrapping the wound on his arm with rags from his clothes, Xiao Yan let out a faint sigh: "You lose."

From hiding his cultivation at the beginning, to laying the groundwork for injuring his wrist, and finally seizing the opportunity to exchange injury for killing.

Xiao Yan has basically achieved perfection.

It is true that there are elements of trickery involved, but Xiao Yan did not think there was anything unreasonable about it. After all, he did not even know how to fight. If he did not try to cheat, would he really be so stupid as to just fight hard?
"Xiao Yan, you opportunistic little thing, I still have advanced fighting skills that are useless. If you have the guts, don't leave!" Xiao Ning, who had recovered, had veins bulging on his face and roared at the top of his voice.

"Oh? Then I'm looking forward to your challenge at the coming-of-age ceremony. I hope you'll still have the same unyielding spirit as you do now, Cousin Xiao Ning."

The young man's voice was drawn out, and although it was plain, it seemed to contain great irony.

With a sneer, no longer caring about the discussions of the people around him and Xiao Ning's resentful eyes, Xiao Yan turned around and slowly walked towards Xun'er.

"How? Do as you say."

"Brother Xiao Yan, your injury." Xun'er's eyes were filled with unconcealable joy, but she still asked about Xiao Yan's injury with concern.

"Haha, it's just a minor scratch. You'll be able to walk again in two or three days, Nizi."

Xiao Yan took the huge sack from Xun'er and carried it on his back. The two of them slowly disappeared in the fighting hall.

Although it was not explicitly stated, after today, the name of the Xiao family's genius would probably be praised by everyone again.
After bidding farewell to Xun'er, Xiao Yan hurried back to the courtyard before dusk, looking rather tired.

"That girl is walking too much. If it weren't for me being sick, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to get home until dark."

He secretly complained about the woman's difficulty, put the sack on the ground, and dragged it to the door.
"Forget it, we're home now, let's take a break first."

After opening the door, Xiao Yan's originally relaxed body suddenly tensed up, his face became stiff, and he seemed a little bit unbelievable.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the pretty girl in green skirt standing inside the door, like a personal concubine.

The girl held a handkerchief in her hand, with a resentful and pitiful expression: "Third Young Master, where have you been to? You have completely forgotten me."

Xiao Yan, who had been exhausted from a day's work, had a hollow look in his eyes, and the thoughts in his heart became even more resolute—

Women are indeed more difficult to deal with than fighting.
(End of this chapter)