Twenty-Three, Power Wizard Stone

  Everyone looked at the person who walked out and cheered, it seems that the person who came out is also extraordinary among the crowd.

  The crowd cheered as Xun Daozi carefully examined the person who had just appeared. The man was a sturdy giant, nearly ten feet tall, with a shiny forehead and only a strand of long hair at the back of his head. His large ears were particularly eye-catching, and a wide scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck, making him look ferocious. His thick eyebrows extended into his ears, and his huge eyes gleamed with a faint green light. A prominent nose was below tightly closed lips, and he wore an animal hide around his waist and another slung over his shoulder. He walked calmly into the arena with a serious expression.

  The burly man with scars on his face walked into the arena and stood still, and suddenly a neat shout came from the crowd: "Shi Ba! Shi Ba! Shi Ba! ...... "

  Xun Daozi was taken aback, it seemed that this was not a simple person. He turned his head to look at Shi Yong and saw that Shi Yong's eyes were also shining with joy, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.

  Shi Yong felt Shi Daozi's gaze on him, turned his head to look at Shi Daozi, and saw a puzzled expression in his eyes. He smiled and said, "The one who just came down is the brave warrior of my tribe, Li Wu Shi Ba, fierce and good at fighting, with many admirers. Let's watch them compete first, and I'll talk to you later."

  Xun Daozi listened to Shi Yong's words and had no choice but to put aside his curiosity for the time being, focusing on the competition in front of him.

  As the scar-faced strongman stood still in the arena, the previously undefeated strongman completely lost his relaxed and casual demeanor, replaced by a cautious expression. He quickly opened up his stance, his eyes fixed on the scar-faced strongman standing in the arena.

  A burly man with a scarred face saw that the big man in the arena had already taken his stance, and calmly took his own stance as well.

  It was only when the scar-faced man pulled out his stance that a strange pressure rose in the field, sweeping away like a hurricane, bringing with it an aura of killing intent that made people's hearts tremble.

  There were people around who could not withstand this rampant pressure and kept retreating backwards.

  Xun Daozi also felt a shock in his heart, he didn't expect this scar-faced strongman to be so powerful. For the time being, his interest was piqued, this was a true master, not to be missed.

  The big Han in the arena did not change much under this pressure, but his eyes became brighter, and there was an irrepressible excitement on his face, showing a high fighting spirit.

  The two men did not make any tentative moves. As soon as the scar-faced man took a stance, they charged at each other like two wild beasts in a gust of wind.

  Bang!

  A loud crash, the two collided, a violent shockwave burst out from between them, the scene was chaotic for a moment, some people flew back, some rolled to the ground, some cheered in place, and objects fell all over.

  In the arena, the two men paused for a moment. The scar-faced strongman and the big man's fierce blow only made the big man retreat two steps before they immediately clashed again, their fists and legs swinging with loud explosive sounds, occasionally accompanied by the big man's thunderous roar.

  The two people in the fight at this time are like two people who don't know how to fight, simply waving their fists, kicking their legs, and completely abandoning any fancy moves. They just punch, smash, and swing; lift their legs to kick, trample, and sweep. Yet they are so swift, accurate, and precise.

  This is a completely pure power collision, no elegance, no fluttering, no dazzling moves, but it makes people's blood boil and triggers the most primitive instinctual impulse. Nothing else, only the passion of battle, like a volcano erupting.

  The crowd of onlookers had retreated tens of meters away, as wave after wave of turbulent air erupted and spread out in all directions, mingling with the excited shouts of the crowd. The small settlement of the Wu tribe's Hou Tu clan was filled with an unusual fervor that lingered in the air.

  The two men in the arena were now exchanging blows at an increasingly rapid pace, their two figures flying up and down in the arena, with each punch and kick producing a deafening crash. Even Da Zai's exceptional eyesight could barely keep up with the situation. As for the onlookers outside the arena, except for a few who could see clearly, most people could only see a blurry figure tumbling about, their ears ringing with the explosive sounds of the exchange.

  Xun Daozi watched in a daze, thinking to himself: This is what battle is all about, this is the real deal - passionate, wild, fearless, and unwavering; there's only one thing on his mind, one thought, one goal - to fight, with body and soul as one, nothing else matters but the fight!

  Xun Daozi only felt that his body and mind had also undergone a transformation, and he wanted to have a thrilling battle like the two in the arena. The caution, carefulness, and fear before were all swept away by the hot blood, and what rose in his heart was a surging fighting spirit.

  At this moment, Xun Daozi had a feeling of rebirth. The previous Xun Daozi was careful and cautious, with a slightly weak personality, which was a defect caused by the influence of his past life. In the current Honghuang world, being careful is not wrong, and being cautious is not wrong either. It can allow cultivators to survive safely in this dangerous Honghuang world. However, weakness is not allowed. For a cultivator, lacking a brave heart and a heart that dares to fight will definitely not go far on the path of seeking the Way. Unexpectedly, a small competition between the witch tribe members could trigger Xun Daozi's transformation of his mental state. Although it couldn't make him become a fearless and daring hero overnight, it allowed him to take a big step forward in overcoming his personality defects. This is a good start.

  Xun Daozi was in a state of intense excitement, watching the two people fighting fiercely on the field, wishing he could take their place, and shouting loudly along with the crowd.

  As the crowd cheered, two figures entwined together suddenly parted, standing ten feet apart. The scar-faced man was calm and still, his entire body as if he had not been in any battle at all, just like at the beginning. The big man who was originally in the arena was slightly panting now, his long hair tied back with a towel had come loose and was scattered over his shoulders, his fists were slightly open on his chest, his legs were slightly bent and standing apart, his eyes shone brightly, his tiger-like teeth seemed to be gleaming with a cold light, his face was excited.

  Obviously, the big man with tiger teeth was at a disadvantage in the fierce battle just now, but this seems to have triggered his infinite combat spirit. Looking at his excited face, the next battle will be even more exciting.

  As expected, the tiger-toothed big man spoke up: "Shi Ba, you're indeed formidable. Try to withstand my newly mastered strongest move, 'Bursting Mountain' style!" His voice was as loud as thunder.

  The Great Han with tiger teeth finished speaking, and without waiting for the scar-faced strong man to respond, he took the initiative to open his stance. Suddenly, his hands lifted up, let out a low growl, and his tiger teeth protruded outward by more than a foot. Two arms stretched out from his shoulders, and on the elbows of those arms grew bone spurs that resembled curved knives. His body was covered in scales-like armor, and a tail extended from behind him. A series of short sword-like bone spurs lined up from the back of his neck to the tip of his tail. The Great Han with tiger teeth transformed into a terrifying monster, exuding an aura of oppression. In the air, an inexplicable power gathered towards this monster, gradually forming a small whirlwind.

  Xun Daozi suddenly saw the tiger-toothed Han transform into a terrifying monster, and for a moment he was stunned, only coming back to his senses after a while. He then remembered that the witch tribe was not human to begin with, and every member of the witch tribe was actually a monster. However, because they were born from the impure energy left behind by Pangu after opening up the sky, they inherited Pangu's image through their innate abilities. They knew that Pangu's physical form was a Dao body, so normally they lived in a human-like shape, but when fighting, they transformed into their true form to unleash their full combat power. The monster that the tiger-toothed Han had transformed into was his true form, and he had transformed to bring out his strongest combat abilities.

  Having understood this point, Xun Daozi became even more focused and attentive to the two witch tribes on the field, wanting to see what was different about the combat of the witch tribes that had manifested their true bodies.

  The momentum of the witch tribe that emerged from its true body rose steadily, forming a wind pressure that even Xun Daozi felt wave after wave of pressure. The crowd that had been watching retreated again and again, already withdrawing more than 100 feet away.

  The scar-faced burly man remained unmoved, quietly gazing at the original Tiger Toothed Big Man who had transformed into his true form in front of him. It seemed as if the pressure emanating from the opponent's gradual ascent had no effect on him, and not even a single strand of hair behind his head was blown by the wind generated by that pressure.

  At this moment, the witch who had revealed his true form seemed to have reached a climax in his momentum. With a loud roar, he charged towards the scar-faced man like a storm.

  The scar-faced man also moved, violently and wildly, carrying a shocking momentum that burst into the storm like lightning.

  A deafening crash, like a thousand thunderclaps, shook the air as two figures collided, unleashing a wild storm that churned up a massive mushroom cloud.

  The way-seeking son's eyes widened as he watched the astonishing blow, and the storm stirred up by the witch tribe's transformation hurtled towards the scar-faced strongman. In front of him, a shadowy image of a high mountain suddenly appeared, which was shattered by the strongman's powerful strike, sending it crashing down on the scar-faced strongman with an earth-shattering momentum, as if a real mountain thousands of feet high had smashed into his opponent. The scar-faced strongman charged forward to meet the mountain, like a thunderbolt that shook the world, and in an instant, the falling mountain was blasted into smithereens, sending shockwaves rippling out in all directions.

  When the air waves rolled to more than ten feet away from Dizi and Shi Yong's seat, they saw Shi Yong wave his hand, and a light wall suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking the incoming air waves.

  When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone looked at the two people in the arena again. The scar-faced strong man's animal skin slung over his shoulder had become a tattered piece of leather, with no wounds visible on his body, but the scars on his face were even more hideous. He stood in the middle of the arena, slightly panting. The shaman who had transformed back into his true form now resembled the tiger-toothed strong man, but he was lying on the ground, extremely disheveled and gasping for air. It was clear that this time he had lost.

  Seeing the situation in front of them clearly, the people around them suddenly cheered loudly, and many people shouted again: "Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! ......", cheering for the winner.

  Xun Daozi's eyes widened in excitement, his blood boiling with enthusiasm. He shouted loudly and couldn't help but punch the large stone pedestal next to him. "Whoa!" The large stone pedestal suddenly shattered into several pieces that slid to the ground...