This sword consumed all the spiritual energy within me.
I even overexerted my own body.
Only then did I manage to knock Nichikawa Kojiro off the stage.
Due to the immense power unleashed, coupled with the Yin and Yang energies augmented by three attributes in the "Mie" (灭) technique.
Nichikawa Kojiro was formidable, but he was merely at the peak of the Xuan Dan realm.
Let alone him, even a master in the Zhen Guang realm would not dare to withstand my full-power strike just now.
Below the arena, the crowd instantly erupted.
Eighty percent of the people stood up, craning their necks to get a look.
"Kojiro's been taken down!"
"Just now, was that really the Daoist technique unleashed by someone in the Xuan Dan mid-stage?"
"That Little Islander seems to be convulsing; is he about to die? Check his soul fire!"
"..."
Many voices buzzed with discussion.
On the stage, although I had won.
The feeling of powerlessness left me dizzy, my legs weak, and I was about to fall to my knees.
But I couldn't fall, absolutely not.
Even if my spiritual energy was depleted and my body ached.
Even though I was still bleeding, I had to fight until the very end.
I wanted to win and obtain the White Bone Soul-Returning Grass.
I clutched my peach wood sword, propping it on the ground, my trembling body struggling to stay upright.
My breathing was rapid, and a profound weakness washed over me, making me feel like I would collapse.
At this moment, I could only stand steadily by sheer will.
If another challenger were to step onto the stage.
I might truly be unable to fight any longer...
Simultaneously, the Eastern Islander team leader held Nichikawa Kojiro, channeling his true qi to stabilize his vital signs.
Aoi kept calling out:
"Nichikawa-kun, Nichikawa-kun..."
At the same time, he hurriedly administered a special green potion to him.
The team leader then stood up, pointing angrily at me on the stage, and declared:
"You attacked Kojiro with lethal intent! He's dying, dying!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Nichikawa Kojiro's body erupted with protective qi.
A terrifying wave of Daoist energy pressure, like a tsunami, surged towards me.
That immense aura, pressing down on me, already weakened and wounded:
With a "bang," I knelt on one knee.
But I gritted my teeth, propping myself with my sword.
My shaking hand tightly gripped the hilt.
Relying on unwavering determination, I managed, under the opponent's pressure.
To slowly stand up, saying fiercely through gritted teeth:
"What, do you want to kill me too?"
As I spoke, I stood up again.
The various factions in the audience suddenly cried out in anger.
"Go to hell, you can't handle a loss!"
"You little islander, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Damn it, are you bullying us because the Central Plains have no masters?"
"..."
The Eastern Islander team leader, ignoring the uproar.
Suddenly drew a hexagonal dart and, once again, roared in anger:
"Die! Phantom Dart!"
As his voice faded, he hurled the hexagonal dart.
A single hexagonal dart instantly materialized into countless phantom images in the air.
Its power was countless times stronger than Aoi's Phantom Dart technique.
Those phantom images all flew towards me.
At this moment, being able to stand was solely due to my willpower.
How could I possibly defend against a Phantom Dart attack from an Eastern Islander team leader with my own strength?
Seeing this, my eyes narrowed, and I was about to call out to the Twelve Demon Souls.
But before I could utter a sound, shouts erupted from all around the arena:
"To hell with you, you dare touch my Duzi!"
Uncle Master's roar echoed through the entire venue.
He charged forward like a wild bull from the backstage area.
On the other side, the referee, Fairy Yun Xia, also let out a low cry.
She flashed forward and positioned herself directly in front of me.
"Don't worry, your aunt is here."
I nodded slightly and grunted in acknowledgement.
My heart warmed...
Daoist Master Liu Yun, Daoist Master Qing Shi, and Daoist Master Jing Ye, the three referees, all surged towards the Eastern Islander team leader.
Daoist Master Ju Cheng of White Ox Mountain also abruptly rose:
"Bullying the Central Plains because we have no one?"
Wudang Sect Leader, Daoist Master Cang Song's eyes narrowed.
With a flick of his whisk, those so-called phantom darts were instantly shattered.
The single hexagonal dart also fell to the ground.
Although I had defeated his prized disciple, Li Chunlong.
Our match was conducted fairly, and victory or defeat was normal.
But this idiotic Eastern Islander, seeing that I possessed Yin and Yang energies, had already instructed Kojiro to attack me lethally on the stage.
Now, having lost, he still wanted revenge.
He intended to nip me in the bud before everyone could react.
To annihilate me, a genius of the Central Plains' Daoist traditions.
No wonder Uncle Master had warned me earlier that if I could avoid the limelight, I should.
Before even leaving the stage, I was already being schemed against.
Daoist Master Cang Song also spoke in a deep voice:
"Fellow Daoist Murakami, ambushing a junior, this is unacceptable!"
While Daoist Master Cang Song did not resort to abusive language.
The anger in his words was palpable to everyone.
Such a scene caused everyone to stand up.
Many of the elder generation showed expressions of anger but did not act.
But Daoist Master Cang Song's words were enough to tear this fellow apart...
The younger generation vociferously cursed the Eastern Islander team leader.
"Senior Cang Song, beat him to death!"
"Senior, this fellow is too wicked, don't let him leave the mountain!"
"..."
Amidst the clamor of discussions, Liu Yun, Jing Ye, and Qing Shan had already surrounded the Eastern Islander team leader, Murakami Fujiichi.
They prevented him from further harming others and posing a threat to me.
Simultaneously, they awaited instructions from the Alliance Leader.
Murakami Fujiichi remained unfazed, looking at the referees surrounding him.
He gave a cold smile, utterly unconcerned:
"Heh, the Central Plains' Daoist traditions, do you intend to gang up on one person?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
A figure leaped into the air, a fist descending from above:
"Go to hell!"
The next second, a "buzz" of an explosion was heard.
A powerful surge of protective qi suddenly erupted.
Murakami Fujiichi was greatly alarmed and looked up.
He saw a small old man with a handlebar mustache and a black gourd of wine hanging from his waist.
He dared not delay.
He raised his hand to block.
As a result, with a "bang" and a loud explosion.
In front of all the Daoist friends present, the Eastern Islander team leader, Murakami Fujiichi, was sent flying by a single punch...