Comparison of skills

Suddenly, Xing Jue's body moved, transforming into a black streak and charging towards Wu Jun with astonishing speed.

However, just as Xing Jue was about to reach Wu Jun, a cold smile appeared on Wu Jun's face. With a slight tremor, black smoke began to envelop Wu Jun, and his figure vanished.

"Not good," Xing Jue thought, realizing that Wu Jun had used a movement martial skill comparable to his own Swift Wind Technique.

Xing Jue quickly heightened his alertness and immediately activated his Swift Wind Technique. Just then, Wu Jun reappeared behind him like a ghost.

Wu Jun swung his right arm, sending a powerful, chi-infused iron fist towards Xing Jue. But Xing Jue had already completed his Swift Wind Technique, and with a swift motion of his right arm, he effortlessly blocked Wu Jun's iron fist. Xing Jue then spun around, delivering a fierce roundhouse kick that swept towards Wu Jun with deadly precision.

Wu Jun, unfazed by the sudden counterattack, casually raised his left arm to block the kick. But he had underestimated Xing Jue.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, Xing Jue's roundhouse kick landed heavily on Wu Jun's arm, sending him staggering backwards for over twenty meters before he regained his balance.

"How's that?" Xing Jue taunted with a smile, watching Wu Jun's disheveled state. Though Xing Jue appeared slender, his close-combat abilities were unmatched at his level.

Wu Jun's face twitched. He had hoped to catch Xing Jue off guard using his movement martial skill, but Xing Jue's close-combat prowess was formidable, and he lost in just one exchange of blows.

However, Wu Jun wasn't afraid. Close combat wasn't his forte; he excelled in long-range combat. Without a word, Wu Jun let out a loud cry and spread his palms. Streams of powerful chi poured into his hands, quickly forming two rapidly rotating chakrams.

Seeing the two rotating chakrams in Wu Jun's hands, Xing Jue was surprised. He had seen the stuttering disciple use this technique before, but that disciple could only form one chakram, whereas Wu Jun could summon two. This proved Wu Jun's strength far surpassed that disciple's.

This confirmed Xing Jue's suspicion that Wu Jun had cultivated a powerful martial art, allowing him an abundant supply of chi. Such techniques required high precision and double the chi consumption, yet Wu Jun didn't seem to mind.

"Flying Chakrams!" Wu Jun shouted. The two chakrams shot forth like black discs, emitting ripples of energy and piercing sounds as they sped towards Xing Jue.

Xing Jue sneered, his body wrapped in gusts of wind as he vanished once more, dodging the chakrams that crashed into his previous position.

Realizing Wu Jun had disappeared again, Xing Jue heard the familiar hum of chakrams behind him. Turning, he saw two more chakrams flying towards him, followed by Wu Jun's cold smile.

Xing Jue couldn't help but respect Wu Jun for gathering his chi so quickly to launch another attack. Yet, such attacks were useless against him. Xing Jue flickered out of the way again.

To Xing Jue's surprise, Wu Jun continued throwing chakrams relentlessly, turning the once spacious arena into a chaotic landscape of smoking craters. Xing Jue kept dodging while Wu Jun trailed him with his piercing chakrams.

"Damn it, you think only you can do that?" Xing Jue finally had enough of the war of attrition. If Wu Jun wanted a battle of endurance, he would oblige. After all, he had not mastered a high-tier Heavenly skill yet, but his technique reached the high Earth level. He was confident his chi absorption rate was faster than Wu Jun's.

With renewed determination, Xing Jue prepared for a prolonged battle, ready to outlast Wu Jun in this high-stakes showdown.

Thinking this, Xing Jue steadied himself. Facing the incoming chakrams, he spread his palms open, and two brilliant beams of light appeared. With a fierce sweep, he shot them towards the rapidly approaching chakrams.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two deafening explosions followed as the beams of light collided with the chakrams, creating ripples of powerful energy. On the squared-off stage, it was like a display of magnificent fireworks.

No sooner had the first strike left his hands than two more beams of light formed in Xing Jue's palms. He launched them directly at Wu Jun.

Seeing the speeding beams of light coming his way, Wu Jun was a bit taken aback. He had initially planned to use his lower-tier Earth-level technique to exhaust Xing Jue until he could no longer keep up, and then finish him off.

However, after a heated exchange, Wu Jun already felt fatigued, while Xing Jue remained unscathed and began to counterattack. Wu Jun was stunned. "Could this guy's martial art be superior to mine? Impossible, impossible!" Wu Jun couldn't imagine someone cultivating techniques more advanced than his own.

Faced with the incoming beams of light, Wu Jun had no means to counter. His only option was to flee, however humiliating. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but his survival depended on it.

After a fierce internal struggle, Wu Jun gritted his teeth and started to flee rapidly. It was an almost comical sight—the one who had been relentlessly attacking Xing Jue with chakrams was now being chased across the stage.

"The Wind Pavilion's little brat is quite interesting," remarked an elder from the Cangyao Mountain Villa, a Three-Star Alchemist, sitting in the main viewing area.

"Indeed, the disciples from the Wind Pavilion are impressive."

"Among the younger generation, he's definitely noteworthy," joined in the other four elders, praising Xing Jue's ability to suppress Wu Jun, clearly pleased with the turn of events.

"Damn it, who the hell is this kid? His technique is stronger than Wu Jun's," the black-haired elder from the Underworld Hall muttered angrily, contrasting starkly with the delighted expressions of the Cangyao Mountain Villa elders.

"Boom! Boom!" Two more thunderous explosions shook the arena. A disheveled figure, trailing smoke, staggered out of the haze—it was Wu Jun. After relentless bombardment from Xing Jue, Wu Jun's movements were noticeably slower, unable to keep up with Xing Jue's speed. He looked tattered and exhausted, his clothes torn from the explosions' aftermath.

"What's the matter? Are you out of strength?" Xing Jue asked calmly, a smile on his face, walking slowly towards the panting Wu Jun.

"Damn you, I'll kill you!" Enraged by Xing Jue's calm demeanor, Wu Jun felt insulted. Realizing that he had never truly gained the upper hand in this battle, he felt like a monkey being toyed with. He had never actually cornered Xing Jue; at best, he had been chasing him, while Xing Jue effortlessly dodged. But when the roles reversed, Wu Jun was a mess. Such humiliation, especially in front of thousands of onlookers, was unbearable for someone as proud as Wu Jun.

Suddenly, Wu Jun clenched his right fist, summoning a powerful silver-white energy. It formed a solid gauntlet around his fist, glowing brightly and exuding a terrifying aura.

"A lower-tier Earth-level martial skill," Xing Jue muttered, eyes widening at the sight of Wu Jun's glowing gauntlet. He couldn't help but admire Wu Jun's status within the Underworld Hall. The boy not only mastered Earth-level techniques but also this lower-tier Earth-level martial skill. Clearly, Wu Jun was a highly regarded disciple.

"This guy still dares to use this technique in his current state," the Underworld Hall elder murmured worriedly as Wu Jun activated the skill. But his worry soon turned to admiration, feeling that this was Wu Jun's best and perhaps only chance.

Once again, black smoke enveloped Wu Jun's body. Xing Jue knew then that Wu Jun was willing to risk it all.

In response, Xing Jue activated his Swift Wind Technique. His right fist clenched as well, summoning a powerful black energy that surged from his fist. Before the astonished eyes of the crowd, it formed a black longsword, its blade covered in flame-like black smoke, burning fiercely. The aura it emitted was no less terrifying than Wu Jun's gauntlet.

The final showdown was about to commence. The two warriors, power surging through their respective techniques, prepared to clash in what promised to be an explosive conclusion.