Chapter 77: Confrontation

  The mist gradually dispersed, and three figures gradually became clear, entering the eyes of the crowd.

  In the center, Qin Hao stood proudly, with a mess of broken stones at his feet. The sleeve on his right arm was tattered and had multiple small holes, through which could be seen wound after wound, from which fresh blood kept flowing out, dripping onto the ground, splashing into flower-like patterns on the messy floor.

  Although his arm was strong, he couldn't emerge unscathed from that intense collision and retreated in defeat.

  As everyone's gaze shifted to the opposite side, almost everyone gasped in unison, a deep look of horror flashing across their eyes.

  Li Yan and Li Li were half-kneeling, their long robes almost reduced to tattered rags, hanging loosely on their bodies, with dense wounds covering their skin. It was clear that they had been torn apart by the residual energy waves from the collision earlier. The two men's faces were deathly pale, their half-kneeling bodies supporting each other as they panted heavily. They didn't even have the strength to stand up, but instead leaned against each other, slowly inching away from Qin Hao's direction. Just looking at Qin Hao's eyes filled them with extreme terror.

  "Is that all?" Qin Hao looked at the two who were scared out of their wits, and shook his head helplessly. He turned around nonchalantly, and when his left hand touched the flowing blood, he slightly furrowed his brow, but quickly returned to normal.

  He didn't bother with those two again, his gaze returned to the position of the various family heads. This time, he stared at not the small family heads, but rather the tightly locked-up middle-class family heads, whose strength was mostly around Lingxuan 6th or 7th level.

  "Who's next?"

  Qin Hao smiled with a carefree and elegant demeanor, but his face also showed an unnatural pale color. The blood flowing down his arm cast a bloody shadow on the ground, and his footsteps were somewhat hollow, clearly weakened from exerting himself too much earlier.

  But he just stood there, calmly and confidently saying that sentence, without a hint of fear. As if the ones standing in front of him were not those powerful family heads with accumulated prestige, but just some simple ordinary warriors.

  "This guy, is he really that coward who ran away by himself in Blue Maple Forest and didn't care about his own tribe?"

  In the arena, a warrior asked this question with a dull expression, his eyebrows were furrowed together, and his words were filled with thick doubt.

  No one answered him, in fact everyone wanted to know the answer.

  Someone who can defeat two of the Li family's greatest spiritual warriors, and yet still challenges other families. Is such a person timid? Look at him now, his face pale, his injuries not lessening, and yet he doesn't even have half a tendency to retreat - is this what it means to be afraid of death?

  To be frank, if they were to face these extraordinary people head-on and not show any fear, it would be a difficult task. Not to mention challenging them alone. And yet, this young man has just performed this bizarre scene right in front of them.

  But can such a person really be the one who turns around and runs away as soon as they see them in their shadow?

  Still, is there any hidden truth? Many people are recalling the images released by the Condensate Stone, carefully searching and piecing together the entire incident to try to find a convincing reason.

  Li Yan and Li Li finally moved to the position where the Li family was standing, while the Li family also reacted and hastily helped the two up, blocking them in front. They glared at Qin Hao with anger, but no one dared to step forward.

  "Hmph, a person who uses the Sealing Mystical Array, winning with external help is nothing to brag about, it's not something that belongs to you. A Li family member shouted with a stern expression: 'What's there to be proud of even if you win with these things?'"

  His tone sounded tough, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a slight tremble in his voice, and his eyes were darting around, never daring to meet Qin Hao's gaze.

  It wasn't until he felt the twenty or so people from the Li family staring at him that he had to steel himself, puff out his chest and force himself to meet Qin Hao's profound gaze.

  "So what?"

  A bright and pleasant voice rang out. Almost everyone turned their heads at this moment, and when they saw the owner of the voice, their eyes were somewhat stunned.

  Qin Yuxian, this usually calm and elegant woman, at this moment rarely revealed a smile.

  At the corner of her mouth, a shallow arc hung lightly, and several strands of golden sunlight slanted down, reflecting the flawless beauty of her face, making her look even more ethereal. She glanced over, her crimson lips parted softly, and she said gently: "Li Yue, if you're not convinced, let's practice and see how it goes?"

  " Solo or group fight? Your choice." Qin Shan stretched his limbs and clenched his fists, making a cracking sound like popping beans.

  Qin Ze sneered, taking a step forward with a sharp tone: "Two old guys over a hundred years old combined, losing two to one, still have the qualifications to say such things? Your kung fu is Face Skin Kung Fu, and your martial skills are Mouth Skin Frenzy, right? If so, we really can't compare. But if you want to try our hand and foot kung fu, we're ready anytime."

  Qin Chao twisted his neck and stood in front of Qin Ze: "Qin Hao, just do your own thing. If these twenty or so guys want to make a move, we'll deal with them. I really want to know if their martial skills are as astonishing as their cheekiness."

  The whole family's face turned as red as a pig's liver, almost vomiting blood. However, they couldn't find any reason to refute it.

  Even they can't help but admit the failure of Li Yan and Li Li. What was said earlier was just an excuse to cover up. The Feng Xuan formation is indeed powerful, but a single second-level primary Feng Xuan formation cannot compare to a Ling Xuan fourth-order warrior. In this situation, even with their combined strength, they still lost; what can they use to argue now?

  The Qin family of ten people, their eyes never left the Li family's location for a moment, with an air of readiness to take action at any time. Those eyes stared straight at them, making their backs feel chilly and their legs weak.

  "Any other opinions?" Qin Hao asked lightly: "Then which family head wants to give advice next."

  Silence! Eerie silence!

  These household owners' strengths are at least in the sixth or seventh level of Lingxuan, yet none of them dare to take the lead.

  Even they, after seeing the situation of the fight just now, no one dares to guarantee that they can defeat Qin Hao. Who knows if this guy still has any trump cards.

  Feng Xuan formation, powerful and fierce martial skills, mastery of controlling the mysterious energy, all these were Qin Hao's advantages. If not for their realm being higher than his by several levels, they wouldn't have had the guts to stand in front of him.

  Moreover, taking action against a junior would be a complete loss of face. If they were to suffer any losses at Qin Hao's hands, they would become the laughing stock of Tian Lang City.

  It is so, no one dares to take the lead.

  The Qin family had eleven people, not many in number, and not strong in power, but this momentum, at this moment, controlled the scene.

  Du Yingmu and Pan were two old foxes, calm on the surface but already laughing in their hearts. It seemed that they had made a good bet this time.

  "A young person won't know the immensity of the world until he suffers a bit."

  Lin Zhan stepped out of the crowd in North Vietnam, walking out step by step. With each step forward, his footprints became clearer and more defined on the ground. The hard white stone slabs beneath his feet were like tofu.

  The dark energy on his body gradually shone, bubbling up like bubbles on the surface of his body. With each step forward, the momentum rose a bit, like a mountain range. No one expected that Lin Zhanbei would choose to make his move at this moment.

  Lin Zhan's face was gloomy, from start to finish he seemed to be led by the nose by Qin Hao. At this moment, he had to make such a choice, Li Jia was on his side of the Lin family, everyone knew about it. Today Li Yan and Li Li suffered losses, if he didn't take action, who would stand on his side in the future?

  Fortunately, he observed the old man's reaction from head to toe and found that the old man had no intention of interfering at all, so he could do it with abandon.

  Lin Zhanbei approached slowly, and Qin Hao also came up like a bowstring. This time was different from the past, only he alone faced Lin Zhanbei's majestic aura.

  Even if he is now far superior to his former self, when facing a warrior of the ninth rank of Ling Xuan, he would still feel somewhat powerless.

  The technique was pushed to its limits, Qin Hao's right foot stepped forward, and he charged with all his might. His choice was still to attack first. Otherwise, under the pressure of the momentum, he would lose his spirit completely.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Fifty steps...

  Thirty Steps...

  Ten steps...

  Five steps...

  When there were three steps left, Qin Hao pulled back his right fist, leaned forward with his body, and then struck out with all his might to the front.

  "Three consecutive breaks of shattered gold."

  Three punches stacked up, full force struck out, straight charging towards the north gate of Lin's war, without any intention of holding back.

  Bang!

  A low, muffled sound, and then Qin Hao felt his fist being grasped by someone. He looked up to see Lin Zhanbei's calm and unhurried palm stretching out, tightly gripping his fist.

  Qin Hao's expression didn't change, but a dark energy burst out at this moment.

  "Heaven-Shaking Palm."

  Lin Zhanbei's face changed, a surge of massive power burst out from his hand like a wave, and the hand that grasped Qin Hao was shaken open. His entire arm was numbed by the shock. However, he was after all a martial artist at the 9th level of the Lingxuan realm, with an extremely swift reaction. In an instant, his left hand clenched into a fist, and a powerful punch struck out with a shocking force.

  Qin Hao's face turned solemn, his Xuan Gong circulated again, and he launched another "Shaking Heaven Palm" to meet Lin Zhanbei's fist head-on. However, this palm was unable to grasp its momentum. Gnashing his teeth, his left hand also activated the Xuan Qi, and he slapped it upwards fiercely.

  Bang!

  They collided again, Lin Zhanbei took a step back, while Qin Hao retreated seven or eight steps before barely stopping. The gap in their cultivation was enormous.

  After standing still, Qin Hao immediately felt a wave of acid-like pain in his muscles and meridians. The Heaven-Shaking Palm was, after all, an extremely high-level martial skill. Even though Qin Hao had already grasped its essence to some extent and could be said to have entered the realm of minor completion, he could now only use it at most twice. If he used it a third time, the consequences would be his vital energy being depleted and his meridians aching in pain.

  With a gritted teeth, Qin Hao took out dozens of "Rejuvenation Arrays" from the ring and grasped them in his hand, crushing them to restore the power within his body.

  Lin Zhanbei didn't give Qin Hao much time, his footsteps swift and his body shooting forward like an arrow.

  Qin Hao's body began to rotate rapidly, dodging swiftly while continuously absorbing the Xuan Qi within his body. In terms of realm, the two were vastly different, but Qin Hao's mastery of his movement technique allowed him to barely dodge for a moment.

  Lin Zhanbei let out a cold hum, and his hand suddenly condensed into a golden long gun. In the air, he danced out one after another of gun flowers, rotating towards Qin Hao to stab him.

  Qin Hao's face grew increasingly solemn, and he quickly retreated backwards. However, no matter how fast his movements were, the gun barrel always managed to lock onto his position, slowly but surely closing in on Qin Hao.

  With a gritted teeth, Qin Hao sent a wisp of mysterious energy into the ring. Inside the ring, he had stored dozens of second-grade Xuan crystals. In order to bridge the gap with Ling Xuanjiu, who was entangled in battle, relying solely on his extreme mid-level martial skills would be impossible. Since that's the case, he didn't mind using Lin Zhanbei as his second test subject either.

  The first trial product is that dark and mysterious wolf.

  Qin Hao's mind kept recalling the methods of drawing nearly a hundred arrays, and the mysterious energy on his fingertips also surged out.

  This is his biggest trump card at this moment. Even if he has to lie in bed for three more months.