"Ha, just ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills? I’m in."
Chu Beige glanced at Chu Fengmian, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery as he spoke.
"Boy, since you intend to give me the Qi Gathering Pills, of course, I’ll take them."
"Well, let’s see if you have the ability to take them."
Chu Fengmian’s expression remained as calm as ever, just like when he faced Lin Mozhu before, exuding confidence.
"Could this kid really have some other trump cards, to dare bet ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills with Chu Beige?"
In the crowd, some Martial Artists looked at Chu Fengmian and began to voice their doubts.
Ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills—unless one was truly confident, who would dare to bet such an astronomical number?
"Difficult! This kid’s trump cards are almost completely revealed. His movement techniques and swordsmanship are nothing special in front of Chu Beige."
Another Martial Artist shook his head and said.
"Maybe this kid just doesn’t understand Chu Beige’s strength."
"Although he defeated Lin Mozhu, facing Chu Beige, he has no chance..."
Such a bet of ten thousand Qi Gathering Pills was unprecedented for everyone.
"Just like before, I’ll let you make the first move."
Chu Fengmian watched Chu Beige, his words unchanged.
"Otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t even have the chance to make a move."
Hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, Chu Beige’s face suddenly filled with rage.
With his strength, no one had ever dared to let him show his hand.
"Boy, you really think that just because you defeated Lin Mozhu, you can defeat the four great geniuses. Sadly, I’m not the weakling Lin Mozhu may be. How powerful is your swordsmanship anyway? Let’s see how you use your swordsmanship to contend with my strength!"
Chu Beige bellowed, his body suddenly swelling.
His stature was already extremely tall, and now, with the explosion of Spiritual Power, his muscles bulged prominently, and he nearly reached three meters in height.
Chu Beige’s skin was a metallic bronze color, completely different from ordinary human skin.
"Using Spiritual Medicine to forge the body is merely peripheral. True Body Cultivation must start with bones before flesh. Chu Beige thinks using Spiritual Medicine to cultivate his body is a shortcut, but it’s actually just ruining his cultivation."
Chu Fengmian looked at Chu Beige and immediately saw through him.
Chu Beige’s body had clearly been soaked in countless Spiritual Medicines, making it exceptionally tough.
But such toughness was ultimately an external force; his skin was tough, but his body hadn’t been fully tempered.
"Boy, today I’ll let you know! In the face of true strength, all your swordsmanship and movement techniques are meaningless!"
Chu Beige laughed loudly, taking a strong step forward.
His figure, like a wild bull, suddenly charged at Chu Fengmian.
Chu Beige’s body was now arguably tougher than a wild bull’s, and much stronger.
With each step, the stone tiles beneath his feet cracked.
Chu Beige charged up to Chu Fengmian and threw a fierce punch.
The power of this punch was astonishing, comparable to an eighth-layer body cultivation Martial Artist.
Chu Beige didn’t hold back; he used his true killer move immediately.
In Chu Fengmian’s hand, the Xuanqing Sword suddenly struck out, slashing towards Chu Beige’s incoming fist.
When the two collided, the sound produced was like that of metal striking metal.
Under the edge of Chu Fengmian’s Xuanqing Sword, Chu Beige’s fist was left with only a white mark.
His body was now comparable to some superior yellow-grade Spiritual Artifacts.
Strong enough to withstand the edge of the Xuanqing Sword.
"To fight sword with flesh! Truly worthy of Chu Beige! His body has reached such a terrifying level!"
Many hisses arose from the crowd.
Among the onlookers, many Martial Artists were witnessing Chu Beige’s action for the first time.
To counter a Spiritual Artifact with his body was an unimaginable realm.
"Even Spiritual Artifacts can’t hurt Chu Beige, how could Chu Fengmian possibly win?"
Some Martial Artists shook their heads.
By now, they no longer believed that Chu Fengmian had any chance of winning.
Even Spiritual Artifacts couldn’t harm Chu Beige, which meant Chu Beige was in an unbeatable position.
With this sword exchange, Chu Fengmian also deeply understood Chu Beige’s strength.
The recoil of the sword edge caused Chu Fengmian’s arm to slightly numb, but it quickly recovered under the power of the ancient battle dragon bloodline.
When one punch failed, Chu Beige attacked relentlessly, throwing another punch toward Chu Fengmian.
Chu Fengmian moved his feet, leaving behind only an afterimage, while his body swiftly retreated backward.
He was trying to create some distance.
"Trying to run? It’s not that easy!"
Chu Beige shattered the afterimage with a punch and, with another forceful step, dashed toward Chu Fengmian again.
He knew that Chu Fengmian’s greatest strength was his swordsmanship.
By staying so close to Chu Fengmian, he prevented him from using his swordsmanship.
This was the perfect way to deal with Sword Cultivators.
"Kid, go to hell! By killing you today, let those who wish to pursue Miss Qu see that Miss Qu is not someone they can pursue!"
Chu Beige laughed loudly, a murderous intent visible in his eyes.
Another punch was thrown, and this punch carried a monarch’s demeanor.
"Invincible King Fist!"
"Chu Beige actually used the most powerful earth-level Martial Technique of the Chu family, Invincible King Fist!"
"Chu Beige wants to directly blast Chu Fengmian to death!"
The punch filled with the aura of a monarch was shocking to everyone.
The Invincible King Fist was the strongest Martial Technique of the Chu family, only available to Core Disciples.
In a normal duel, there was absolutely no need to use the Invincible King Fist, as it could damage the body and require a long time to recover.
Now, Chu Beige using this Invincible King Fist was intending to annihilate Chu Fengmian.
"A punch so terrifying, Chu Fengmian couldn’t possibly block it."
"I’m afraid that Chu Fengmian will be severely injured if he does not die."
Everyone involuntarily sighed.
But in the combat between Martial Artists, there indeed wasn’t the option to go easy.
Being ruthless couldn’t be blamed on Chu Beige.
"Trying to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, huh?"
Chu Fengmian, listening to Chu Beige’s words, showed a cold smile.
Since it was a contest of strength, Chu Fengmian wasn’t necessarily afraid of Chu Beige.
Chu Fengmian roared in his heart; his figure also charged toward Chu Beige.
He sheathed the Xuanqing Sword and, surprisingly, clenched his fist, throwing a punch at Chu Beige.