CHAPTER 34: LOTUS DRIFT MOVEMENT TECHNIQUE!

’Lotus Drift Movement Technique?’

Zhiran’s focus wasn’t on her counterattack. After all, he knew Mei Xuan had already reached the Eighth Qi Condensation Realm.

What truly caught his eye was her movement, graceful, fluid, and painfully familiar. It was the same technique he recognized most clearly... and the one he despised the most.

’Tch... tch... looks like I don’t need to reveal my full strength just yet.’

Yet as he watched her dodge each of his mountain-splitting palms with such effortless grace, something shifted in his gaze.

For the first time, Zhiran felt that learning Lotus Drift might not have been such a waste after all.

"Okay, let’s end this."

Zhiran suddenly smiled after dodging yet another Jade Petal Strike from Mei Xuan.

He knew that if he continued to irritate her like this, the girl might really expose her full realm and use her weapon too.

At that time, just to defeat her, he might need to use his full strength. That wasn’t what he wanted, at least not yet.

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Mei Xuan heard Zhiran and asked with an innocent look. For once, she thought this abominable guy was going to surrender.

After all, it was clear that she had the upper hand in this battle.

’Swish!’

Unfortunately, Zhiran didn’t answer her. Instead, he once again used the Mist Step Technique, appearing right in front of her just like before.

’Hmph, so you’re just bluffing?’

Mei Xuan snorted inwardly and swiftly used her movement technique again, gracefully slipping out of his range.

Although Zhiran was good with his movements, she had already reached Skilled Proficiency in Lotus Drift. It was too easy for her to dodge him.

Only—

"What?"

This time, something so absurd happened that her eyes widened in shock.

She saw that just as she was about to slip out of his range and strike with her palm, Zhiran’s footsteps suddenly changed, perfectly mirroring her every step briefly.

Although it was only for a moment, she of course recognized what Zhiran had just used.

It was no wonder she was shocked by seeing such absurd scenes. So, even after using her movement technique, she was still standing right in front of Zhiran’s swirling fist with wide, surprised eyes.

"Little girl, it isn’t good to get distracted in a fight."

’Bang!’

Everything happened in an instant. Before Mei Xuan could even register his words, the swirling fist slammed into her abdomen, sending a powerful force through her body.

"Urgh!"

The force was so strong, Mei Xuan’s petite body was thrown backward, her sleeve tearing under the burst of spiritual pressure as she coughed lightly, a faint trace of blood coloring her red lips.

"Shit!"

And only when she bore the impact did she realize that the force behind that punch wasn’t merely from the Seventh Layer of Qi Condensation.

’Damn, this guy is hiding his realm.’

She realized, although a little late. Fortunately, she was still inside the arena and hadn’t been disqualified yet.

"Bastard, you’ve angered me!"

Seeing her own blood dripping from her lips and feeling the excruciating pain in her abdomen, Mei Xuan was completely enraged.

In an instant, her innocent expression darkened, her eyes burning with murderous intent. She had finally decided to go all out and show this guy what it meant to provoke her.

"Tsk... tsk... What use is such anger, little girl? Didn’t I say it isn’t good to be distracted?"

Unfortunately for her, Zhiran was quite ruthless. He knew she was from a demon clan and had enough strength to get back at him.

So, even as she flew across the arena from his punch, he still surged forward with his incredible movements, catching her completely off guard once again.

"You..."

’Bang!’

Then, before Mei Xuan could gather herself, Zhiran once again used the Mountain Splitting Palm on her; the fierce force sent her directly flying out of the arena, embarrassingly.

"Thud!"

"Ugh..."

Mei Xuan couldn’t help but clutch her abdomen, blood spilling in a large stream from her mouth.

Zhiran showed no mercy with this strike either, using even a bit too much force, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

She never thought someone could be this cruel to a girl. She had no idea Zhiran harbored any hatred toward her; they had only just met today.

He is basically a demon.

Mei Xuan cursed under her breath as she glared at the smiling man in the ring, watching her with teasing amusement. She had never hated anyone this much before.

"..."

"..."

"...Elder Qui, isn’t it time to announce the winner?"

Zhiran waited for a while but saw that, along with the crowd, even Elder Qui was silent.

He seemed just as speechless as everyone, as he had never seen someone being this brutal with such an innocent-looking girl.

"Oh? Yeah..."

Only when Zhiran called out did Que Ronghai come to his senses and immediately announce the result, although a little awkwardly.

"Tenth ring: Mo Zhiran vs Mei Xuan, Mo Zhiran wins."

"..."

"Damn, that was something else."

"So cruel, I like it."

"Does he have no heart?"

"What will you do with your heart? Are you here to express your love or fight?"

"Still...how can someone be so cruel to such an innocent girl?"

"Cruel? Isn’t it just a normal fight? Don’t just simp always."

"He...seems to be in the Eighth level of Qi Condensation."

After Qui Ronghai announced the result of the match, the crowd went haywire in a frenzy.

Some disdained Zhiran for being so cruel, some liked his style, while some thought it was nothing like that.

After all, it was a competition and Zhiran used his strength to beat his opponents.

What was so cruel in that? In the world of cultivation, power was everything, no matter the gender.

Whatever their views were and whatever they thought, one thing, though, was finally settled in everyone’s heart.

That was that Zhiran was quite strong and ruthless.

"Mo Zhiran...what the hell did you do? Don’t you have any shame?"