Chapter 858: Chapter 858: Liu Zixuan vs Bao Long

As Ya Fei’s voice fell, thunderous shouts instantly erupted all around the Martial Arts Arena.

Even though they had to leave the stage unwillingly, just being able to witness such a major event in the Martial Realm was still enough to make their blood boil.

The air everywhere was thick with anticipation.

Out of the twenty Martial Artists, only ten would emerge victorious.

Which meant that every single bout was basically the strongest versus the strongest. For any Martial Artist, this was something especially exciting, especially meaningful.

Right now, sharing the same Martial Arts Arena with Liu Zixuan was a bald giant about one meter eighty-five tall, easily three hundred jin in weight. Both his arms were covered in tattoos that looked like ghosts or demons, making him seem extremely ferocious!

What caught the eye even more was the black lotus tattooed on the right side of his face. The lotus looked almost lifelike; it should’ve been a symbol of beauty and good fortune, yet at this moment it was tainted with a stench of death, like a Black Lotus from Hell itself! Just looking at it made one’s skin crawl.

The big man stared at Liu Zixuan, the corner of his mouth twitching. Because there was so much flesh on his face, when the muscles trembled, the lotus rippled, like waves spreading across the surface of a pond.

He rasped, "Liu Zixuan, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long, long time!"

"If you were a pretty girl, hearing that would make me real happy." Liu Zixuan held a cigarette between his lips, lifted his head lazily, and mocked, "But with that pig-head mug of yours, you just make your young master sick. Lemme smoke one to calm my nerves first, yeah."

Hearing that, the big man’s mouth twitched violently a few times as he shouted with a vicious look, "I’ve long heard your mouth is all venom and no good words. Seeing you today, you’re nothing but as mean and poisonous as those shrews at the village entrance!"

"Hmm?" Liu Zixuan shrugged slightly.

"Laozi is Bao Long, eldest son of the Patriarch’s Direct Lineage of the Bao Family, one of the Eight Great Powers! When you get down to Hell, remember to tell King Yama it was laozi who killed you!"

Hearing that, Liu Zixuan took a drag wrong, the smoke catching in his throat. He coughed hard a few times. "Violent Dragon? Then your young master’s a damn Tyrannosaurus, specializing in killing you!"

"I really don’t know what the people from the Eight Great Powers and Four Great Clans are thinking, going all out to woo a weak chicken like you! Today I’ll show them that in front of me, Bao Long, you’re not even worth dog shit!"

Bao Long roared and directly drove that burly body of his, pouncing savagely toward Liu Zixuan.

Because of his massive frame, plus the Bao Family’s unique Cultivation Technique, the entire Martial Arts Arena shook as he charged.

It really was like a Violent Dragon charging in to tear Liu Zixuan apart.

Liu Zixuan narrowed his eyes, flicked the cigarette butt into the air, and looked at the Bao Long before him—this was a Peak of Imperial Realm expert. In terms of true Realm, he was definitely not Liu Zixuan’s match.

But right now Liu Zixuan had already suppressed his Realm down to the Peak of Imperial Realm as well, so in the eyes of the spectators, the two were equal.

However, whether it was the Eight Great Powers or the Four Great Clans, each had its own unique Cultivation Technique.

Liu Zixuan had heard his beautiful Master say that the Bao Family, one of the Eight Great Powers, focused primarily on cultivating raw strength. Everyone in their family was huge and burly, and their power was several times that of ordinary Martial Artists. Facing such a big lug now, brute force alone wouldn’t cut it.

As Bao Long rushed at Liu Zixuan, countless people from the Eight Great Powers and the Four Great Clans outside the arena were all staring intently in this direction.

Obviously, they all wanted to get a better read on Liu Zixuan’s strength. After all, in the chaos of the Martial Realm, dealing with this guy was almost unavoidable.

At this moment, the Patriarch of the Jin Family, another of the Eight Great Powers, squinted and chuckled, "I heard the Willow Association’s old ancestor say before that this Liu Zixuan kid is special—not only does he have a clever mind, he’s got enviable Martial Arts talent. But seeing him go at it with nephew Bao Long right now, there’s nothing particularly impressive about him."

"I’ve fought him before. Liu Zixuan is good at Swordsmanship and uses a few strange Silver Needles for support. As for his Cultivation Technique, there’s nothing especially unique about it," Gu Daohe muttered.

"A Martial Artist who can only rely on weapons for support is basically trash!" an old man standing beside Gu Daohe snorted coldly.

"That’s where you’re wrong. Since he got praised by the Willow Association’s old ancestor, Liu Zixuan must have something extraordinary about him." The Shi Patriarch laughed, trying to smooth things over.

Gu Daohe shot the Shi Patriarch a glance. "Patriarch Shi, as far as I remember, your Shi Family has never liked praising others. How come you’re suddenly speaking up for Liu Zixuan today?"

The Shi Patriarch raised an eyebrow. "Second Patriarch Gu, that’s not quite right. I only said he’s got something extraordinary about him, I never said I was praising him!"

"Enough, you two, stop arguing." The old man from earlier waved his hand. "We only heard the Willow Association’s old ancestor talk about Liu Zixuan before; we’ve never seen his strength with our own eyes. Let’s just watch carefully now. If he really is as the old ancestor said, then we’ll have to keep a close eye on him in the future. If not, then keeping this person around is pointless."

"Fighting my son, he’ll lose miserably!" The Bao Patriarch, one of the Eight Great Powers, laughed proudly.

Beside him, the Shi Patriarch paused, then asked meaningfully, "From what we can see, nephew Bao Long’s Realm is the same as Liu Zixuan’s. Since Brother Bao is so confident, could it be that nephew Bao Long is hiding his true strength?"

"Heh heh, these past few years he’s been in seclusion with our family’s old ancestor. He’s already learned everything the old man’s got." The Bao Patriarch squinted with a grin, the pride on his face growing even stronger.

A strange light flashed in the Shi Patriarch’s eyes, and in his heart he silently prayed for Liu Zixuan.

Meanwhile, inside the arena, the fight between the two had already entered a white-hot stage.

In that initial flurry of exchanges, Liu Zixuan had been focusing mainly on defense, so for the moment, it looked like he had fallen into a disadvantage!

Bao Long smashed out a punch and laughed wildly, "Liu Zixuan, if all you can do is turtle up and dodge, then I’ll just have to shatter your shell and send you to Hell!"

"I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed."

Liu Zixuan smiled faintly. "Don’t forget, your young master’s playing the Tyrannosaurus today—specially here to counter a brainless Violent Dragon like you!"

"Hmph, a weak chicken that only knows how to talk big!"

Bao Long sneered, then suddenly pulled his body back, retreating several steps in a burst. In the next instant his right foot stomped down, and the entire Martial Arts Arena shook violently twice. Dust billowed into the air.

That fist, as big as a human head, slowly rose from below, and then Bao Long’s left foot kicked off hard. His massive, hulking body suddenly floated up into the air as lightly as a goose feather.

Liu Zixuan looked up, and for a moment Bao Long seemed to transform into half a mountain, pressing straight down toward him, an indescribable sense of oppression surging forth!

"This... this is the Bao Family’s Taiyue Overhead."

"I heard this is one of the Bao Family’s ultimate moves. Rumor in the Jianghu is that their old ancestor once used this technique at the Half-Step Emperor Realm to smash a powerhouse of the Acquired Emperor Realm to death!"

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