I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1132 - 1133 Awei 18 Styles vs Explosive

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1133: Awei 18 Styles vs Explosive Clothing Divine Skill

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1133: Awei 18 Styles vs Explosive Clothing Divine Skill

Su Yunbing coldly laughed, one hand grasping Long Aotian’s massive tail, the other hand lifted a golden hammer high into the sky, as a mysterious Beast King totem materialized in the void, exuding endless terrifying might.

“Smash you!”

The golden hammer fell like a thunderbolt into an uninhabited field, instantly covering Long Aotian in a thick aura of death. The dragon’s body twisted and trembled wildly, but to no avail, its body was firmly nailed to the platform by Su Yunbing’s palm, completely unable to escape the hammer’s engulfing range.

“Master, save me!”

The dragon cried out in panic and roared madly, but received no response. Lin Bei and the Island Master on the pillar were tightly restrained by the Second Elder, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the golden hammerhead crashed down on the dragon’s blue-scaled body.

The hammer struck the dragon’s waist. In an instant, everyone clearly saw the unbreakable scales cave in, and the dragon’s spine was smashed to pieces, collapsing onto the platform.

“Roar!”

The dragon wailed mournfully, its eyes filled with thick terror.

“You can’t kill me!”

“Take any secret manual you want from Ice Dragon Island. I can give you anything, just spare my life!”

Facing death, Long Aotian was no longer concerned about his dignity, quivering as he spoke with a crying tone.

Having one arm broken and now his spine shattered, he saw that not a single person from the entire Ice Dragon Island came to his aid. At this moment, he was filled with despair. If these two continued their assault, his fate would be nothing but death.

“The secret manuals of Ice Dragon Island aren’t worth much. I’m more interested in your body. It just so happens that I’ve recently taken in a number of children. I’ll use your bloodline of the Blue Dragon Clan to nourish them. With your body as nourishment, a new generation of exceptional talents will be cultivated. Consider it a contribution to the Central Origin Realm.”

Li Xiaobai said indifferently, casually unleashing another Sword Qi, not waiting for Long Aotian to plead again before swiftly beheading him. Blood sprayed three feet high, a head flew up and rolled to the center of the platform, revealing in those crimson eyes a profound fear until death.

A prodigy of the Dragon Race had been so simply and crudely decapitated.

Bang!

From the dead body’s Dantian, a wealth of resources burst forth, covering the entire platform. The sight of Blood Qi mixed with the glint of treasures enveloped everyone, creating a scene of considerable shock. Li Xiaobai took out a small broken bowl and gently patted it, murmuring to himself, “Come into my bowl, quick!”

A dazzling white light swept through the place, collecting both the resources and the dragon’s corpse into his possession.

At the same time, a blood-red light flickered in the void.

A series of scarlet numbers materialized once again.

“Sin Value: Twenty-four million!”

A familiar message had also long been absent from the System interface popped up.

[Ding! Detected that the host has killed a member of the Dragon Race for the first time, unlocking the special achievement Dragon Slayer! Bathed in dragon’s blood, you are awarded a special passive skill: Explosive Clothing Divine Skill!]

[Explosive Clothing Divine Skill: Passive Skill. Remove your clothes, bare your torso, and your defensive power can double.]

[Note: This is the Emperor’s new clothes, when you’re not wearing them, you are the king!]

Hiss!

Long Aotian was the first Dragon Race genius to die at his hands, unlocking the System achievement reward. The title of Dragon Slayer was trivial, but this Explosive Clothing Divine Skill seemed incredibly powerful.

As long as he had no clothing on his upper body, his defensive power could double, which meant that as long as he took off his shirt now, he could withstand attacks from a Half-Saint?

Of course, this only applied to ordinary attacks from a Half-Saint. If a powerful Half-Saint Expert made a full effort, even with the Explosive Clothing Divine Skill protecting his body, he’d still have to run for his life.

Carefully examining the effects of the new skill, Li Xiaobai’s mouth couldn’t help but curl into a slight smile. He hadn’t expected such a pleasant surprise on the fighting stage, gaining a passive skill that wasn’t even bothersome to use—just take off his clothes to have it activated continuously.

Very good, very for life.

“Junior brother’s swordsmanship is impressive. There’s a sharpness to the Sword Qi, and I can even sense a familiar essence within it. Among those I’ve sparred with in the past, it seems some cultivators have used this sword technique. That strange black substance is exactly the same. Junior brother, what sword technique is this?”

Su Yunbing studied the Longsword in Li Xiaobai’s hand, a hint of contemplation in her eyes. She had closely observed Li Xiaobai’s Sword Qi and detected the aura of the Demon-Sealing Sword Evocation, but for the moment, she couldn’t recall which Sect the sword technique originated from.

Li Xiaobai chuckled, “Senior sister, you’re overestimating me. It’s just a very ordinary Sword Qi. If I had to say, it belongs to a derivative of the Basic Sword Technique; there’s no special trick to it, just blind exploration. That’s nothing compared to senior sister’s hammer. Speaking of which, what Cultivation Technique do you actually practice, senior sister? It seems that you’ve never seriously used any moves!”

“Isn’t that a coincidence? I practice fundamental hammer techniques and haven’t studied any flashy divine skills. As cultivators, we focus on solid foundations to go further, and by solidifying our foundation, we can truly become invincible among our peers.”

“I didn’t expect junior brother, at such a young age, to have grasped this principle. Senior sister is very pleased.”

Su Yunbing put away her hammer, and the look in her eyes towards Li Xiaobai was filled with admiration, a sense of kinship apparent.

“Senior sister integrates knowledge with action, truly taking the path of the basics to the extreme. I admire you!”

“Junior brother is too modest. Looking around at the younger generation, the only ones not rushing their progress are just our few brethren.”

After exchanging a few words of mutual praise, they both turned their backs and silently spat, damn it, not a single word of truth.

Su Yunbing’s hammer clearly derive its immense and fierce power from the support of Immortal Yuan Power, outrageously fierce. The so-called basic hammer techniques would probably not even be able to lift that giant hammer. This big senior sister always acted carefree, but in crucial moments, she’s no good bird, trying to pry words from her dearest junior brother.

And Su Yunbing was even less likely to believe Li Xiaobai’s situation—a cultivator who could withstand the onslaught of Dragon Race prodigies with his physical body, with a single casual Sword Qi able to behead a Heavenly Immortal Realm True Dragon’s body, how could that be a Basic Sword Technique? Wasn’t that blatantly lying to her face?

The little junior brother has learned to be bad, daring to lie to her face without batting an eye.

The subtle probing between the two on the stage was unknown to the onlookers; the area around was silent, and the various spectators collectively held their breath, not even daring to let out a gasp.

The events on the stage seemed lengthy in discussion, but they happened in an instant. Su Yunbing broke the dragon’s back with a hammer, and Han Buzhu beheaded the dragon in one stroke. Everything was so fluid and smooth. There were numerous experts from Ice Dragon Island in the arena, but not one dared to step forward to intervene, for no other reason than the Second Elder, sitting atop the stone pillar, watching them fiercely.

That scrawny, skin-and-bones old man was like a slowly awakening giant dragon, after being dormant for countless years, waking up again with overwhelming menace.

“Long Aotian…is dead!”

“The number one genius of Ice Dragon Island was killed so effortlessly!”

“Do Su Yunbing from Hundred Flowers Sect and Han Buzhu really have the guts? They dare to attack the talent of Ice Dragon Island? And to kill someone on their own ground, aren’t they afraid of retaliation?”

“Damn, lucky I didn’t bet on Long Aotian. That was close; I almost lost everything, even my underpants. Who was it that said Long Aotian had the Great Elder’s secret support and was sure to win? Come out and take your beating!”

“Exactly, Super Sects are Super Sects after all, and their disciples have seen the world. They simply disdain the Ice Dragon Island’s secret manuals mentioned by Long Aotian. Ol’ Fatty was right; we should have bet on Su Yunbing winning!”

The onlooking crowd’s hearts raced with excitement as they watched the unexpected outcome on the stage; Long Aotian’s defeat was within their predictions, but for him to be killed so effortlessly was something they didn’t see coming. Ice Dragon Island would not let this matter rest easily.

But these concerns were irrelevant to them. This was a personal grudge between the geniuses and Ice Dragon Island, or rather, a grudge between the Super Sect and Ice Dragon Island. Their job was simply to place bets and rake in the cash; there was no need for them to worry about anything else.

“Heh, he got what he deserved for dying!”

Lin Yin looked at the blood-soaked stage and sneered.

“By the way, Sixth Junior Brother, what are the current odds? Who has the most money on them, Junior Brother or Senior Sister?”

Yang Chen turned to Liu Jinshui and asked.

Liu Jinshui was toying with a small abacus, constantly writing and drawing in the air while letting out a strange chuckle, “Do I even need to say it? Naturally, it’s Senior Sister who’s the crowd favorite. Under Ol’ Fatty’s lead, all of our folks have followed suit and betted on Senior Sister; we just have to wait and divide the spoils now.”

Hearing this, a sharp gleam shot out from everyone’s eyes, and they couldn’t help licking their lips, “Even the heavens are on our side, we’re destined to strike it rich!”

On the stage, only Li Xiaobai and Su Yunbing remained, one wielding a sword and the other a hammer, confronting each other. Seeing this scene, both the Great Elder and the Island Master atop the stone pillar felt unsettled, the Immortal Yuan Power in their Dantians nearly went into disarray, risking demonic possession due to their agitated energy.

The Island Master’s forehead vein throbbed with anger, her face twitching uncontrollably as she showed a hideous expression. The pride of her Ice Dragon Island had died, just like that, right before her eyes. With this, the lineage of the Great Elder was cut short, and her plan to unite with the Great Elder through Long Xue’s marriage, challenging the Second Elder, had fallen through.

Her life was nearing its end; should she pass away, the disciples of her lineage would be left unprotected, Long Xue would likely be snatched away, and even possibly divided amongst foreign cultivators. To prevent this, she had chosen to allow her to marry Long Aotian, firmly binding the Great Elder to her lineage’s ship. With a Saint Realm strong expert as protection, nobody would dare to blatantly meddle with Long Xue.

Her Ice Dragon Island could retain a glimmer of hope; with the Purple Dragon Clan’s bloodline present, the Great Elder was legitimate. Even if she were to perish, the Great Elder could still garner a considerable amount of support within the sect, standing toe-to-toe with the Second Elder.

But now all plans had been ruined because of a simple action by the Second Elder. With Long Aotian’s death, all her meticulous plans came to naught, and a sense of powerlessness surged in her heart, like striking cotton with all her might, leaving her somewhat desperate.

As for the Great Elder Lin Bei, there was no need to say more; he spat out a mouthful of blood, his beloved disciple was killed right before his eyes, which was a pain like no other. That was the support he was counting on to gradually expand his influence within the sect!

In the future, as he stepped into the Saint Realm, and his disciple Long Aotian advanced to the Half-Saint Realm to become an Elder, the two of them could steadily grow their influence within the sect. With Long Xue, a future ruler with Purple Dragon Clan’s bloodline, it would be a breeze to pull together their own force on Ice Dragon Island. At that time, even if the Second Elder had formidable skills, he wouldn’t dare to act rashly; otherwise, it would be tantamount to betraying the sect.

But he never expected such an incident to happen above the stage.

“Hundred Flowers Sect’s Su Yunbing!”

“Icy Frost Sect’s Han Buzhu!”

“I remember you! You dare to kill my disciple; I swear we shall not coexist under the same sky, you won’t leave this island alive!”

A vicious and murderous glint flickered in Lin Bei’s eyes as he stared intently at the two on the stage below. If it weren’t for Zhang Liancheng keeping a close watch beside him, he would have already descended to personally annihilate the two youngsters.

“Calm down, what’s the big deal about a disciple dying? Your disciple harbored ulterior motives; there was a wickedness in his gaze. If he’s dead, then he’s dead. The death on the stage was his fate, which you yourself have said.”

“If you have any grievances, come after me later. I will see how you fare in a bout with me!”

The Second Elder released his grip, and the two beside him regained movement, grimacing as they rubbed their sore shoulders. The location where those desiccated hands had gripped them bore clearly visible handprints.

“Second Elder, I, Lin, will remember today’s incident. One day I will repay it a hundredfold. It seems your lineage still has quite a few disciples; I wonder if you would keep this complacent attitude of yours if they all perished!”

The Great Elder Lin Bei spoke coldly, his words seething with icy murderous intent.

The Second Elder snorted lightly and nestled back into the arms of the beauty lying behind him, saying indifferently, “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll severely report this to our master at his grave, letting him know beneath that you are a disloyal and unrighteous person for deliberately harming the future pillar of Ice Dragon Island!”

The Island Master’s chest heaved violently, obviously angered considerably.

“Hmph, you don’t need to tattle in front of the old master’s grave. I will seek forgiveness myself!”

A sharp look flashed in the Second Elder’s eyes as he responded with an indifferent tone.

With Long Aotian already dead, there was no bringing him back to life, and both the Island Master and the Great Elder, despite their inner fury, were helpless. They couldn’t understand how the gap between them as Holy Realm strong experts could be so vast.

“Cough cough, Elders, settle your grievances privately. The arena has yet to determine a victor, shall we continue now?”

A Sect Elder from the Hundred Flowers Sect cheerfully stood up from the high platform. He was quite pleased. With Long Aotian dead, his reign of terror had abruptly ended, leaving only Han Buzhu and Su Yunbing on the stage. His precious disciple was unfathomably strong and was just waiting to seize first place in the competition. The Hundred Flowers Sect would then be able to naturally exert pressure on Ice Dragon Island.

“Indeed, let the competition continue.”

On the arena.

Su Yunbing raised the gigantic hammer, looking down imperiously, “How shall we fight?”

“What does senior sister think?” asked Li Xiaobai.

“If I have a good fight, I will admit defeat and leave the stage,” said Su Yunbing indifferently. Finally getting a chance on the stage, she, a belligerent at heart, didn’t want to leave lightly. She wanted to test the skills of this little junior brother.

“So that’s how it is.”

Li Xiaobai waved his longsword, his expression solemn, “Bring it on!”

“Hammering you!”

The golden colossal hammer manifested again, and the void echoed with tigers roaring and dragons chanting as a terrifying aura violently descended, aiming straight for Li Xiaobai’s brow.

[Attribute Points +5 million…]

[Attribute Points +6 million…]

[Attribute Points +7 million…]

The giant hammer heavily struck his body, and the attribute points on the system panel soared wildly. The strength of this senior sister had far surpassed the Heavenly Immortal Realm. The damage dealt also broke through the upper limits of what one should have at that realm. It looked like she was one step away from entering the Half-Saint Realm.

All she lacked was the opportunity to comprehend the Domain. If she could grasp the power of the Domain, she could step into the Half-Saint cultivation level in an instant.

“Hmm?”

“I really wasn’t wrong, there’s something very odd about your physical body!”

Su Yunbing’s eyes narrowed as she gazed upon Li Xiaobai, unscathed, and her heart was filled with shock. Up to this point, among her peers, she had not yet encountered a cultivator who could withstand her hammer head-on, but this junior brother before her could block it with his mere flesh, a feat that was nothing short of terrifying.

In terms of physical strength, he far surpassed the Dragon Race.

It bore some resemblance to the technique used by Senior Yitilou earlier, the Ten Paths of the Heavens, also a similarly terrifying physique.

“Sister, you really don’t hold back in your strikes, do you? Aren’t you afraid of knocking your little brother flat with one hammer blow?”

Li Xiaobai spoke nonchalantly, then countered with a sword that cleaved downwards, sending a Sword Qi that shot up into the sky like a beam, piercing the heavens as it struck down towards Su Yunbing.

“Shatter!”

Su Yunbing gripped her hammers with both hands and smashed the oncoming Sword Qi into pieces, the hammer not yet reaching, but its fearsome power already compressing the space, twisting it as it destroyed the approaching Sword Qi inch by inch before the hammer’s momentum was lost, crashing down again.

“Another hammer!”

[Attribute Points+8 million…]

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Li Xiaobai stuffed several Heavenly Fragrance Life-extending Pills into his mouth, as damage to that extent of Attribute Points was already nearing the limit of what his defensive power could endure.

“Another slash!”

Li Xiaobai swung his Longsword, and a Sword Qi burst out, slicing straight towards Su Yunbing’s neck.

“Split!”

Su Yunbing swung her massive hammer once more, effortlessly dissipating the Sword Qi.

The platform was once again shrouded in dust as Li Xiaobai brandished his Longsword, slashing out Sword Qis that roared toward Su Yunbing, each beam of Sword Intent stronger than the one that had slain Long Aotian earlier.

Su Yunbing seemed to be getting fired up as well, her massive hammer swirling with an impenetrable force; in her hands, it appeared weightless and nimble, pulverizing the sharp Sword Qis attacking from all sides into dust that scattered in the wind.

“Take this!”

Li Xiaobai shouted, his movements not diminishing as his Sword Qi slashed out with even greater speed, determined to forcefully break through Su Yunbing’s defenses. He wasn’t planning to use other techniques, as revealing too much would attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

After all, this fight was staged, and Sword Qi was more than enough.

Su Yunbing looked indifferent, facing the sky full of sword blades with neither panic nor discomfort—an exceptional fighting instinct was her natural gift. Her hammer weaved in a well-ordered pattern, crushing every shred of incoming Sword Qi. The hammer in her hand blazed with golden light, releasing wild, golden energies that bombarded Li Xiaobai in a frenzied assault.

“I slash, I slash, I slash!”

“I hammer, I hammer, I hammer!”

The two exchanged slashes and hammers, battling as if there were no other moves in their arsenals. For a time, the audience saw the terrifying moves of the two combatants on the platform—on the left, Li Xiaobai’s Longsword swept with sweeping Sword Qis; on the right, Su Yunbing’s golden hammer’s shadow burst with an overwhelming fighting spirit, the relentless hammers emanating a terrifying presence. Both sides launched formidable attacks, the weapons and methods of attack distinct, but one commonality was that neither’s moves seemed to have any effect on the other.

Li Xiaobai’s Sword Qi was undeniably sharp, and if it had struck Su Yunbing directly, it would have certainly injured her, but that was precisely what could never happen. The golden hammer, as if alive, anticipated and blocked each path that Li Xiaobai’s Sword Qi must traverse, eroding his offense bit by bit.

As terrifying as Su Yunbing’s hammer was in comparison to the Sword Qi, facing Li Xiaobai, who was bolstered by the System, it was completely ineffective.

Caught in such frivolous play, the force of their Immortal Yuan was squandered as if it cost them nothing, leaving the onlookers wide-eyed and dumbstruck.

At this moment, the ferocity of their attacks—never mind repelling the waves—even snatching a single sword strike or hammer blow was beyond what our Sect Disciples could withstand. Many prodigies in the arena felt chills down their spines, and remembering the times they had competed on the same stage with such terrifying monsters, they were gripped with fear.

This thing wasn’t something humans could contend with; only monsters could fight monsters. Su Yunbing was a monster, and so was Han Buzhu!

“To reach such a level in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, I didn’t expect that.”

“Yes, the performance of these two, enough to refresh the entire Central Origin Realm’s understanding of the Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators, they’ve raised the bar for the Heavenly Immortal Realm once again. Their terrifying strength has far surpassed our disciples. If uninformed, one might even mistake them for two Half-Saint cultivators fighting!”

“Ice Dragon Island has indeed done something good. Today’s battle will be recorded in the annals of history for future generations to admire and learn from!”

“Divine blessings on our Hundred Flowers Sect for nurturing such a genius Disciple. We deserve to be etched in history!”

The Sect Elders from various sects watched the intense battle in the arena, each with a different expression. Although it was just a battle between two young contenders of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, this fight would become a topic of conversation for many talents in the future. Today, they witnessed the true Heavenly Immortal Realm, where geniuses have taken this realm to the utmost limit, not just the so-called Great Perfection but even deeper.

Because of this battle, it wouldn’t be surprising if the Heavenly Immortal Realm needed to add another sub-realm.

Watching the two exchange blows like madmen, with raging infernos that could turn the entire arena into a meat grinder, the cultivators furrowed their brows with worry, sweating bullets for both contenders. At this level of exchange, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say anyone young who entered the arena would be torn into a bloody mush in an instant, with no second possibility.

Feeling the residual waves emanating from the arena, many prodigies paled and reflexively took several steps back.

Too terrifying, was this the clash between top-tier prodigies?

“Damn, when did junior brother become so strong?”

Liu Jinshui’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if seeing his junior brother for the first time.

“Junior brother’s physique is remarkable. I didn’t expect that back then the seventh among us would now be leading the pack. He’s really got something!”

Ye Wushuang covered her face, lightly laughing with joy as her fellow disciple rose to prominence.

“Speaking of which, weren’t you, sixth brother, the one who spent the most time with junior brother? What’s up with your surprise?”

Yang Chen glanced at Liu Jinshui, speaking flatly.

“I’ll be damned…”

Liu Jinshui was at a loss for words. Indeed, he spent a lot of time with Li Xiaobai, but it was all about pranking and getting pranked. He thought that the junior brother was still the same one who needed his care, never expecting him to be so strong; he felt almost betrayed.

They had agreed to pull pranks together, but now junior brother had left his senior brother far behind, racing ahead alone—turns out his trust was misplaced.

“They’ve stopped!”

“Oh no, senior sister is getting serious!”

Ling Feng suddenly pointed at the arena.

Above, Li Xiaobai and Su Yunbing seemed to have finally realized that their offensive was ineffective against each other, and simultaneously ceased their assault.

Li Xiaobai grinned and said, “Senior sister, having fun?”

Su Yunbing’s face flashed with a hint of fervor, “Junior Brother, you’re pretty strong, huh? Ordinary hammer techniques won’t work on you, but I wonder how many moves you can block from my own cultivation techniques?”

Li Xiaobai said, “Sister, do you remember that we agreed to stage a fight?”

Su Yunbing nodded, her body surging with overwhelming fighting spirit, “Of course, I remember. Don’t worry, Junior Brother. Let me hammer you a couple of times first, and then I’ll leave the stage right after.”

“The Sixth Junior Brother said earlier that we should fight for a while since there are still many cultivators who haven’t joined the betting.”

“We are on the stage and have the heavy task of orchestrating this, so naturally, we need to be professional about it. The more excited the fight, the more thrilled the audience will be, the more willingly they’ll part with their money without regrets. This is not for you or me; this is for the good of everyone.”

Su Yunbing said this without blushing or skipping a beat.

“If that’s the sentiment, we’re on the same level!”

“Sister, please go ahead!”

Li Xiaobai nodded and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the spectator seats, where he could vaguely see a plump figure busily running around. Just as the Eldest Sister had said, the Sixth Junior Brother was making his last effort to draw in more bets. This match needed to be more intense.

No sooner had his words fallen than a golden fighting spirit materialized in front of him, pressing down on the entire area like a mountain cry or a tsunami. Before he could react, that golden hammer once again burst into brilliant light, with mysterious and ancient totems manifesting and twisting in the void to form a single character for “break.”

“Awe-Inspiring Eighteen Styles, Hammer Break!”

Su Yunbing shouted, pushing off the ground and diving down like a bolt of red lightning. The massive hammer in her hand transformed into a streak of light and mercilessly smashed into Li Xiaobai’s chest.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. She was so fast that Li Xiaobai didn’t even have time to react before he was hammered away, his feet leaving the ground, sent flying backward to crash into the barrier set by the Island Master and the Great Elder, and then falling to the edge of the stage.

“Ugh!”

“Holy shit, Sister, you’re not holding back!”

Li Xiaobai spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly took out several Heavenly Fragrance Life-extending Pills to rapidly recover from his injuries.

That last hammer blow had exceeded the attack that a cultivator of the Heavenly Immortal Realm should possess, breaking his defenses just a bit.

[Attribute Points +10 million…]

Is this the strength of the Eldest Sister when she gets serious? This isn’t the Heavenly Immortal Realm anymore; this has reached the level of damage a Half-Saint could cause. Even though it’s just grazing the edge of the Half-Saint Realm, it’s far beyond any Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator.

“Eh?”

“You can block this?”

“Junior Brother, have you also stepped one foot into the Half-Saint Realm?”

“But why can’t I sense the power of Immortal Yuan in you? Is this some kind of special secret technique?”

Su Yunbing let out a light exclamation. She was thoroughly shocked this time. The Awe-Inspiring Eighteen Styles was a hammer technique taught to her by a mysterious strongman who called himself Awe. There were a total of eighteen styles, each one brutally violent. Not to mention a cultivator at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, even a Half-Saint wouldn’t dare catch it barehanded.

Once she had sparred with a Half-Saint from the Hundred Flowers Sect, who suppressed his cultivation to the Heavenly Immortal Realm and had his hand broken by her hammer blow, taking a long time to fully recover. Generally speaking, when she unleashed the first strike of Awe-Inspiring Eighteen Styles, the match could usually be concluded.

But Li Xiaobai just spat out a mouthful of blood, nonplussed, and he quickly returned to normal after taking the elixirs!

“Sister, step down now. If you don’t, I’m going to get serious.”

Li Xiaobai let out a breath of turbid air and said, feeling embarrassed to use Hundred Percent Barehanded Blade Catch, as it would be a loss of face for the Eldest Sister.

“Take another hammer from me!”

“Awe-Inspiring Eighteen Styles, Hammer Explosion!”

Su Yunbing shouted clearly, and the golden hammer in her hands suddenly exploded, fragmenting inch by inch. A wave of terrifying energy pulsed, bursting forth and pressuring Li Xiaobai.

Before the hammer even arrived, the terrifying aura shredded the clothes on Li Xiaobai.

“Damn!”

“Explosive Clothing Divine Skill!”

Li Xiaobai also roared, his body shaking violently, and the last few strips of cloth on him fell away, revealing his polished and well-built upper body. At that moment, he felt like the fearsome blow coming at him wasn’t so terrifying anymore.

[Attribute Points +12 million…]

He stood unflinchingly as the exploding hammer struck his chest, and the numerical value on the System Attribute Points panel soared, but Li Xiaobai was unscathed.

The Explosive Clothing Divine Skill activated, doubling his defensive power and completely blocking Su Yunbing’s attack.

The golden fragments that exploded in the void condensed back together, forming into a massive hammer flying back into Su Yunbing’s grasp. She blinked at Li Xiaobai, who remained completely unharmed, and the atmosphere in the venue suddenly grew awkwardly silent.

Su Yunbing scratched her butt, pulling out a crumpled talisman from who knows where, and turned her head towards the audience of cultivators who were in a bewildered daze, smiling broadly.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, I’m outta here!”

“I’m escaping!”

The crumpled talisman burned, and the woman in the red dress disappeared in a flash of golden light from the stage. The next moment, she was already composed below the stage, her face the picture of nonchalance.

Silence reigned in the valley.

The cultivators looked dumbfounded at Li Xiaobai, who was bare on the stage, and then turned to look at Su Yunbing, who acted as if nothing had happened. After a moment of stunned silence, they burst into an uproar.

“Damn staged fights!”

“I bought a watch last year!”

“That damn Li Xiaobai doesn’t want to be decent, using the disgusting tactic of stripping to force the Immortal to voluntarily leave the stage. Are you even human?!”

“In broad daylight, you actually strip off your clothes, shameless, vile habit!”

“I’m done with this, gimme my money back!”