The
Misty Cloud Battlefield
was filled with the sounds of combat—
shouts, explosions, and the clashing of weapons
echoed through the dense forest.
But for Xiao Li, this was
not a battlefield.
It was
a hunting ground.
And he was the
predator.
A group of
three disciples
in dark green robes moved cautiously through the mist.
"Stay together! If we work as a team, we can advance!"
The leader, a tall youth with a scar across his cheek, clenched his sword tightly.
But then—
WHOOSH!
A shadow
flashed behind them.
Before any of them could react—
BOOM!
A golden
palm strike landed
on the leader’s back, sending him
crashing into a tree.
"Gah!"
The other two disciples turned—
But it was
too late.
BAM!
A knee smashed into the second disciple’s stomach, folding him over as he coughed blood.
The last disciple’s
eyes widened in horror.
"M-Monster!"
Xiao Li
tilted his head.
"Haven’t heard that one before."
He flicked his wrist.
CRACK!
The last disciple collapsed, unconscious before hitting the ground.
Three
golden talismans
floated into the air.
Xiao Li caught them effortlessly.
"Three down."
He
vanished into the mist once more.
Elsewhere,
Zhao Wu
had already eliminated multiple opponents, but his expression was filled with
frustration.
"Where is he?!"
He
gripped his spear tightly
, his aura burning with killing intent.
"Xiao Li… you dare humiliate me in front of the Academy?!"
His teeth clenched.
"I don’t care if I win this tournament… as long as I kill you first!"
He suddenly
turned his head
, sensing movement in the mist.
His
eyes flashed.
"Finally!"
"XIAO LI!"
He
lunged forward
, his spear
piercing through the fog—
Only to hit
nothing.
Zhao Wu
froze.
"What?!"
Then—
A
chilling voice
whispered behind him.
"Looking for me?"
Zhao Wu’s
body tensed.
Before he could react—
BOOOOOOM!
A golden
palm strike slammed into his back
, sending him flying
into a boulder.
"ARGH!"
The impact
shattered the rock
, and Zhao Wu
spat blood
as he collapsed to one knee.
Xiao Li
stepped forward, completely unscathed.
His expression was
calm.
"You talk too much, Zhao Wu."
Zhao Wu’s
fury burned even hotter.
"Damn you, Xiao Li!"
He forced himself to stand,
gripping his spear tightly.
"This isn’t over!"
But Xiao Li
smirked.
"Yes, it is."
He
vanished.
"Wha—?!"
CRACK!
Xiao Li’s
fist smashed into Zhao Wu’s stomach,
knocking the air from his lungs.
"GUH—!"
Zhao Wu’s
body crumpled.
A golden talisman
floated into the air.
Xiao Li
caught it effortlessly.
"Thanks for the point."
Then, without another word, he
walked away, leaving Zhao Wu unconscious.
The
Misty Cloud Battlefield was his now.
And
no one
could stop him.