No hope for eternal life

"I just don't know if Song Zhi has any other tricks up his sleeve." Mu Changsheng thought to himself. As a talisman master, what he feared least was cultivators of magic. He could use talismans and magic to fight against each other and eventually kill the opponent.

Not long after Song Zhi's competition ended, the competitions in the other four arenas also ended one after another. The county lieutenant began to announce the list of the five groups of ten people in the second round: "Mu Changsheng vs. Qin Xuan..."

"Enemies often meet on a narrow road." Mu Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Qin Xuan in the audience on the other side. He knew that Qin Xuan was also shortlisted in the top 100. Moreover, he also knew that the reason why Qin Xuan was able to enter the top 100 was because of his body refining skills.

"But that's all you can do." Mu Changsheng thought to himself. In this competition, both publicly and privately, he would not let anyone off the hook in the slightest.

On the stage, the referee checked Mu Changsheng's talisman again, and after confirming that it was correct, he announced: "The competition begins."

Qin Xuan's face was not good, and he did not say anything more. Mu Changsheng had another golden arrow talisman in his hand, which was something he had not expected. Qin Xuan's physical body was not cultivated until he was defeated by Mu Changsheng. In terms of physical body, it was not as good as Qiu Du, and it was probably not as good as Mu Changsheng. His cultivation was only in the late stage of foundation building. The golden arrow talisman was a huge threat to him. He even knew that he was in danger in this battle.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat? If you admit defeat early, you might still have a chance to compete for the top 50." Mu Changsheng said with a slight sneer, and he didn't intend to save any face for Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan's expression became even more embarrassed when he heard that, and then it turned into a ferocious expression. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Hey, I know I'm going to lose, and I also know that my hope of getting into the top 50 is slim. However, even if I lose, I will use up your talismans, hahahahahahaha."

"Hopeless." Mu Changsheng shook his head and commented. This world is so strange that there are actually people who do things that harm others and benefit themselves.

"But." Mu Changsheng shook his fist, stretched his muscles, and thought to himself: "I really don't want you to succeed."

Although Mu Changsheng had been using talismans to fight the enemy, his real major was body training. At this time, Mu Changsheng planned to defeat Qin Xuan with his fists and feet, so of course he would try to save on talismans.

As soon as Mu Changsheng finished speaking, his figure shot out like a cannonball and rushed towards Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan saw Mu Changsheng's intention immediately and laughed grimly: "How shameless! You want to defeat me without relying on talismans? I think you are going to capsize in the ditch."

After saying that, Qin Xuan drew out the long sword in his hand and used the Five Tigers Soul-Severing Secret Technique again. Five black tigers roared and attacked Mu Changsheng.

Mu Changsheng was not moved at all by this. With his current physical body, it might be a bit difficult for him to withstand the attack of a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, but he did not take Qin Xuan, who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage, seriously.

Afterwards, Mu Changsheng opened and closed his fists vigorously, smashing the five attacking black tigers. The only cost was a few scratches on his fists. For a body cultivator like him, this injury could be completely ignored.

At the same time, Mu Changsheng had already come close to Qin Xuan and attacked Qin Xuan with his fists and feet.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan swung his blade wildly to deal with Mu Changsheng.

"Bang." Mu Changsheng seized the opportunity and repeated his old trick, grabbing Qin Xuan's blade with his left hand again. He clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it towards Qin Xuan's left chest, which was the vital part of his heart. However, now that Qin Xuan had also cultivated his physical body, Mu Changsheng didn't have to worry about killing Qin Xuan with one punch.

Qin Xuan on the opposite side saw this very familiar scene, his face turned fierce, and he did not choose to dodge. Instead, he used his left hand that was not holding the knife to punch Mu Changsheng's left chest.

"Bang, bang." Two muffled sounds were heard. Mu Changsheng and Qin Xuan exchanged punches. They should have used the force to retreat, but since neither of them chose to let go of the knife-holding hands, the two were still in a close position.

Mu Changsheng was the first to react and punched Qin Xuan with his right fist again.

Qin Xuan on the opposite side made the same choice again. The two exchanged fists again, and no one chose to let go of the hand holding the knife.

So, as if in reincarnation, the two men, one holding the handle of the knife and the other holding the blade, kept spinning in place, constantly exchanging punches and kicks.

Mu Changsheng dared to insist so much because he was confident that Qin Xuan's physical body was not as good as his. At this moment, the battle was about who had the better physical body, so of course he was not afraid.

The reason why Qin Xuan insisted so much was quite disgusting. Even though he knew he was going to lose, he still wanted to inflict more injuries on Mu Changsheng to avenge his anger.

After exchanging more than a dozen punches, Mu Changsheng and Qin Xuan were both a little exhausted, especially Qin Xuan, whose face was pale and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

But even so, Qin Xuan still had no intention of letting go and wanted to fight with Mu Changsheng to the end.

Just when the two were about to exchange punches again, Mu Changsheng suddenly changed his moves. He suddenly let go of his left hand that was holding the long sword, supported the ground with his right hand, and kicked towards Qin Xuan with both feet.

Qin Xuan was caught off guard and was kicked directly by Mu Changsheng's feet. His body flew backwards uncontrollably and finally fell outside the ring.

The outcome is decided!

"Ahem." Qin Xuan stood up, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously he was seriously injured. However, Qin Xuan did not say anything more, but glanced at Mu Changsheng gloomily, and then returned to his seat silently.

If Qin Xuan had a slight chance to advance into the top 50 before, now he has no chance at all.

"Mu Changsheng wins." the referee announced.

Qiu Du, who had been watching the fight from the bottom of the ring, smiled: "Interesting."

As a fellow physical cultivator, he could see many things that others could not see. Whether it was physical strength, combat experience, or even the control of battle rhythm, Mu Changsheng crushed Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan was just relying on his ruthlessness to barely exchange injuries for defeat.

In the audience, after Mu Changsheng returned to his seat, Mu Xun asked with concern: "Are you okay with your injury?"

"It's okay, just take a healing pill." Mu Changsheng said as he took out a pill and swallowed it. This pill was also bought by him when he went out before.

"In terms of cost, a second-grade healing pill is only one thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones. If I use a golden arrow talisman, one golden arrow talisman will cost nearly a thousand low-grade spirit stones." Mu Changsheng was calculating in his mind. It would be much more cost-effective to defeat Qin Xuan with fists and feet than with talismans.

Not long after, Mu Xun also came on the court. His opponent was not among the dark horses, so naturally he won easily as expected.