CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 225: A SLIGHTLY DIRTY HEM, THE FINALE APPROACHES!

Qin Shi felt a tingling sensation on his skin, as he gazed at the slowly opening pure white vertical pupil, filled with an endless torrent of air, like a barrage of a million arrows.

As if in the next second, his whole body would be riddled with countless bloody holes!

Qin Shi focused his spirit slightly, the heart of the Holy Embryo Prototype merging closely with his life magnetic field.

"I remember Old Zhang mentioned that the power body of the first generation top ten, Lian Yixing, is called ’True Lan Yun Flow Skill’, with seven heart stances combined."

As he pondered, he "embossed" the opponent’s pure white vertical pupil, similar to learning the Horizontal Cloud Hundred Strikes executed by Zhang Hai.

The speed of the Hundred Forms Refining Stance gradually evolved like the wind!

Streams of air, thick as pillars, interweaved like the finger joints of a giant hand!

"Crushing the Scorching Sun with one punch isn’t an issue!"

Qin Shi put forth all his strength, his mind converging, as the speed of the Hundred Forms Refining Stance, after absorbing the heart stance of the embossing Yu Li, was like the furnace being stoked, expanding fiercely.

A huge white fist, larger than an off-road vehicle, suddenly clenched tightly and slammed toward the nearly fully open vertical pupil!

Crack!

The atmosphere was pierced, creating visually perceptible ripples that shattered the high-strength glass embedded in the handrails on either side!

"Hiss!"

Qin Shi bared his teeth, quickly regaining his usual expression.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, hiding the slightly swollen and reddened fist.

This counted as one of his rare injuries.

"Hiss!"

Yu Li’s mouth twitched as he suddenly placed his left hand across his chest and covered half of his face with his right hand.

He silently maintained this posture, as if in deep thought.

"Deserving of the winner’s title in the top hundred of Heng Province competitions."

Yu Li chuckled softly, keeping his posture unchanged, and turned to Chen Cai’Er:

"This guy is on par with me, truly impressive."

Suspicion flashed in Chen Cai’Er’s eyes, as she only saw the pure white vertical pupil clash with the giant palm, followed by an explosive sound.

The airflow surged like a tide, pushing in all directions, and both parties then withdrew.

"Brother Yu Li, are you okay? Did you win?"

As his number one fan, Chen Cai’Er quickly expressed concern.

By usual habit, she wouldn’t have asked the latter question.

But seeing Brother Yu Li stalemate with that guy for so long, she couldn’t help but feel worried.

"A slight edge. But given my level, putting in this much effort to deal with him isn’t something to boast about."

Yu Li spoke lightly, still covering half his face with his hand.

"I knew it! Brother Yu Li would never lose!"

Chen Cai’Er raised her fist, extremely delighted, then asked in puzzlement:

"Brother Yu Li, what’s with that posture?"

She didn’t understand why he was covering his face with his hand.

"This clash of airflows had some gains."

Yu Li didn’t answer, instead changing the subject:

"I’m going back to train; you wander around a bit more."

With that, he got up and quickly left.

Once in the elevator, there were only Yu Li and the old man in the Tang suit.

Only then did Yu Li lower his hand, revealing a black and blue eye socket.

Like someone had caught him and punched him hard.

"That kid doesn’t follow martial ethics! I held back because he hasn’t stepped into a specialized domain yet, but he showed no restraint!"

Yu Li rubbed his panda-like bruised eye, sucking in air frantically.

"That young man has a very strong Spiritual Ability Path nearby, keeping a tight eye."

The old man in the Tang suit handed one of the two ice creams he was holding to Yu Li.

"So I couldn’t pay attention to you, young master."

Yu Li showed a skeptical look in his eyes:

"Old Zhao, are you sure you didn’t go queue up to buy ice cream! Before leaving, my grandmother reminded me to watch you, eat less high-fat, high-sugar junk food!"

The old man in the Tang suit finished the ice cream in a few bites, his face glowing, and said:

"Young master, it’s rare for you to suffer a little loss. If others knew about this, especially your opponents, they would surely be happy..."

Yu Li’s face twitched as he handed the ice cream back to the old man in the Tang suit:

"Keep it a secret! The agency said that only victories can be used for publicity photos; losses should be treated as if they never happened, otherwise how can I maintain an undefeated record since debut!"

The old man in the Tang suit accepted the ice cream with satisfaction, looking at Yu Li’s black and blue eye socket and shaking his head:

"That kid does have some characteristics of a certain first-generation top ten. Everyone says to not hit the face when fighting, but He Lanchan would rather vomit blood than not specifically target the face!

This got to the point where no one wanted to fight him anymore; after the fight, he’d cough up three liters of blood, and the opponent would have a bruised face."

Yu Li agreed deeply; his master Lian Yixing spent his life emphasizing that heads can be broken, blood can flow, but style cannot be disrupted.

Thus, in the records of matches between first-generation top ten, Lian Yixing fought He Lanchan only once.

This often left fans of both sides regretting, as there wasn’t enough data to support their arguments.

"Next time! At the Star Cup! I’ll get back at him!"

As he exited the elevator, Yu Li immediately covered half of his face, adopting a cold demeanor that kept others at bay.

The old man in the Tang suit ate the second ice cream, then set his sights on a sausage shop at the entrance.

He mumbled with his mouth full:

"Young master, what if he quickly steps into a specialized domain? The ’Cosmic Furnace Secret Manual’ of Nanhuang Daoist School can form a power body with one hundred percent complete progress."

Yu Li was momentarily stunned, then laughed:

"That would be for the best! Master Lian always told me that if an era doesn’t have enough strong enemies, it can’t nurture the heart of a strong person who reaches the end of a path!

I’ve long looked forward to peers who can stand up to me, creating legends like Qi Wuxiang and He Lanchan!"

Tang-suit old man

"Junior Brother Qin, are you okay?"

Yu Weiwei handed a cup of milk tea with less sugar and ice to Qin Shi and asked with concern.

"Don’t worry, Senior Sister, the corner of my clothes is slightly dirty, completely fine."

Qin Shi took it with his left hand, his right hand still in his pocket.

This injury, even with the frantic operation of the Cultivation Furnace, would take a little more than half a day to reduce the swelling and dissolve the bruises.

I have to say, at present, Yu Li is his "rare strong opponent" that caused him the most damage!

"Junior Brother Qin, shall we go back?"

Yu Weiwei had a smile on her lips, knowing that boys always liked to act tough, but fortunately, she, as the third senior sister, was very understanding and did not expose him.

"I asked the Security Department’s staff to help pack the tableware and kitchenware and send them back to the National Guest House."

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The bright lights of Central City illuminated the night sky, like a heavenly beacon, casting brilliant radiance.

Qin Shi still wore his student uniform, with five bronze buttons neatly fastened, his posture as straight as a sword.

Just like when he came, the people seeing him off were like waves upon waves, almost covering the platform.

"Old Zhou, gather funds well, and grow stronger."

Qin Shi spoke to each person, then leaned close to Zhou Yuanchen to say in a low voice.

"Don’t worry, I’ve already promoted the project within the Education Department!"

Zhou Yuanchen was full of confidence, having tasted the sweetness of "crowdfunding" for the first time in his life.

It was as if a new world had opened up; even if he didn’t become a grandmaster, it seemed his debts could be paid off!

"Little Yan, see you when there’s a chance."

Qin Shi waved to Yan Ren; with the Great Expansion Movement imminent, the next time they met would likely be on the front line.

"Classmate Qin, I hope you reach the Star Sea soon and conquer the Sky Road."

Xia Hong gave a bold hug, while Xia Ying laughed beside her.

"Thanks for the kind words."

Qin Shi adjusted his hat’s brim, his gaze calm as he stood at the special train entrance, the whistle blew, and the night wind scattered the thick white smoke.

"Until we meet again, I hope you all can advance briskly, enter the specialized domain, and advance to grandmaster!"

All the youth present felt a jolt in their hearts; whether from Central City or elsewhere, their gazes were firmly fixed on that upright figure.

"I will stand at the end of the Martial Arts Path, waiting or welcoming you."

Qin Shi raised his eyebrow slightly, the swarm of drones broadcasting live, and thinking of the abundant resources generated from transforming popularity, he adjusted his tone to be a bit more arrogant:

"My visit to Central City allowed me to see the brilliance of stars, bright and dazzling, making me very happy.

Imagine, without the glow of all of you, how would my Scorching Sun stand out?

We’ll meet again during the Great Expansion!"

Having made this bold statement, Qin Shi turned and stepped into the train car, leaving many of the geniuses behind either stunned, indignant, or gritting their teeth.