Chapter 253 Don’t Watch It, You Can’t Learn It

A fierce battle is about to unfold, determining who the true leader of the Rose will be.

On one side stands Lin Yuxiang, the current president of the Autonomous Association and a divine seed genius of Phoenix City, while on the other is Hei Wu Kai, a prodigy from the Yaksha clan. Recently, Hei Wu Kai has been keeping a low profile, rarely seen around, making it hard to predict the outcome. After all, the Lin family's spear techniques are renowned even in the Blade Edge, not just any ordinary skill.

The news spread quickly, reaching ten, then a hundred, and soon the upper and lower floors of the Autonomous Association, as well as nearby Martial Dao Courtyard, were abuzz with excitement. Many people rushed over: "Hurry up! They're going to fight right away; if we're late, we'll miss it!"

"Isn't our Black Minister usually hands-off? Why would he fight the new president?"

"Don't call him the new president, watch your words!" someone quickly advised, "The real president is back, and our Black Minister is stepping in to support President Wang!"

"All this talk about the new president, President Wang, and the acting Black Minister..." someone was getting confused.

"Sort it out yourself, it's complicated! I'm off to watch the showdown!"

Downstairs at the Autonomous Association, a spacious area had been cleared for the two combatants.

Lin Yuxiang now held a long spear, pieced together, stretching over two meters, longer than his own height. It was entirely black, even the tip, made of an unknown material that didn't reflect the sunlight at all.

Many martial artists use long spears, adhering to the principle that 'an inch longer means an inch stronger,' and the saying that the spear is the king of all weapons still holds true. Especially when combined with soul power, the spear's dominance can be fully unleashed.

Lin Yuxiang lightly jabbed the spear into the ground beside him, sending a small wave of air rippling outward like a gentle breeze, sweeping across the surroundings before settling. Then, he stood as immovable as a mountain, as calm as the depths of the sea!

He said coldly, "Today, I shall see what your Yaksha Wolf Tooth Sword is made of."

Experts know their craft, and Mo Tong and others understood the game. Despite the casual stance, the natural and seamless integration of man and weapon was immediately apparent, far different from the flashy displays seen in the Martial Dao Courtyard.

But Hei Wukai only smiled, unstrapped the Yaksha Wolf Tooth Sword from his waist, placed it on the nearby rain terrace, and flexed his wrists, "I don't need it to deal with you."

Lin Yuxiang's eyes turned deadly serious, and he let out a cold snort without further words. The Phoenix Spear of the Lin family gained its reputation during the holy wars of old. Even though the Yaksha clan is strong and arrogant, Lin Yuxiang is a pragmatist; he cares more about the outcome than bravado.

"Brother Hei won't mess up, right?" Fantasi was a bit nervous. Hei Wukai had been training him recently, and his moves were even heavier than Mo Tong's, but to be honest, the heaviness of his training was different from Mo Tong's. Hei Wukai's heaviness made sense; he truly put his heart into teaching, and the members of Old Wang's team all had a good impression of him.

"Don't worry, I'm here!" Mo Tong said proudly. "If Hei Wukai goes too far and crashes, I'll be there to save the day! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

"Junior Brother, you'll get beaten for saying that..." Old Wang gave him a sympathetic look. This poor guy could only fantasize about Old Black. Turning to Fantasi with a smile, he said, "Ah Xi, Old Black is giving you a lesson. Don't zone out. Watch closely to see what a true martial artist looks like!"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. To others, Hei Wukai still stood casually, but Lin Yuxiang felt as if he had just touched an invisible boundary, as if something had suddenly locked onto him, staring directly at his weaknesses and vital points.

A smile curved on Lin Yuxiang's lips. Such a sense of danger only made him more focused on the battle.

Lin Yuxiang's soul power began to surge uncontrollably, creating a whirlwind within a few meters around him, making his clothes flutter loudly in the wind. Tiger Peak—without a doubt, it was the upper limit of soul power strength for all Holy Sanctuary disciples. Once broken through, it would lead to a whole new realm.

Lin Yuxiang's soul power was solid and stable, the mark of a true practitioner.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz~~~

The Sky Tyrant Spear began to hum, its tip trembling slightly as if thirsting for blood, much like Lin Yuxiang's increasingly fierce gaze.

It was a formidable killing intent, one that only those who had truly experienced life-and-death battles possessed. It made many of the spectators pale involuntarily, feeling as if they were being enveloped by the threat of death, even though they were just watching.

Hei Wu Kai smiled faintly and extended his hand.

Boom!

A massive soul power whirlwind roared to life, and the same killing intent erupted from him. His eyes were sharp like swords, and even his seemingly casual stance straightened up in an instant, transforming into a sword poised to drink blood.

The soul power pressures of the two clashed in an instant, generating visible sparks in the air!

At the peak of their Tiger Apex level, the four major races on the continent have similar potential for power growth, with age being the primary limitation. For disciples of the Holy Sanctuary, reaching the Tiger Apex is already the limit. To advance to the Ghost level requires extraordinary opportunities and talent—frankly speaking, it has little to do with talent, and it is extremely difficult. After entering the Tiger Apex, everyone focuses on refining their control over soul force and deepening their understanding of their profession, laying a solid foundation for advancing to the Ghost level.

Sensing the equally lethal soul force, Lin Yuxiang's fighting spirit was thoroughly ignited. As an elite of the young generation in the League of Blades and the inheritor of the Phoenix Spear, the temptation to defeat the top young expert of the Yaksha race was considerable.

A flash of light appeared in Hei Wukai's bright eyes, and both men’s grasp of combat timing was surprisingly consistent. It was as if they received the signal to act simultaneously. The accumulated killing intent and fighting spirit erupted from both of them, exploding in the air like a strong wind sweeping across the entire open space!

The shockwaves spread fiercely outward, and their eyes, one gray and one black, simultaneously flashed with intense light. Two figures dashed forward instantly, like streaks of light, covering the mere few meters between them in the blink of an eye and colliding together.

Boom!

Tian Ba's Sky Piercing Spear thrust straight ahead, while Hei Wukai dodged and grabbed back, managing to seize the dark spear shaft directly. However, in the next second, Tian Ba's Sky Piercing Spear forcibly rotated, generating a powerful shock that forced Hei Wukai's hand off. The spear retracted and swung, transforming into a staff for a horizontal strike.

Bang!

Hei Wukai blocked with his arms crossed, and the formidable soul forces collided in the air, creating a visible oval pressure field between the spear and his arms.

The collision of forces caused mutual repulsion, and the two lightning-fast figures were momentarily halted, bouncing back two steps.

Thud thud!

But with just a backward kick, they followed up with even faster attacks.

Boom boom boom boom!

Their movements were swift as lightning, dazzling to watch, and within the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows in the arena.

The sound of thunder in the air and the collision of force fields were evenly matched, neither retreating a single step, their formidable soul forces shaking the entire area.

Such overwhelming attacks require ample soul force reserves and physical resilience to sustain. Such violent release would likely exhaust anyone else instantly, but for these two, such levels of attack seemed as routine as daily bread.

Clack clack clack clack...

The confrontation was between the gun and the hand, yet the bluestone ground beneath their feet crumbled as if it were tofu under the fierce collision of power, cracks spreading everywhere, and stones flying!

Fantasy watched from the side, his eyes almost dazzled.

"Don’t bother trying to follow his movements; you won’t be able to see or learn them," Old Wang said, "Watch his footwork, his strategic intent, and how he closes the distance!"

Fantasy understood immediately. For the Dark Grappling Technique, all the grappling skills were just surface-level; the true core was one thing—how to close the distance.

And Hei Wukai’s approach to closing the distance was truly textbook.