In the blink of an eye, two days passed. During this time, Xu Wuzhou used the three hundred drops of blood-colored liquid to break through another meridian, and now two rivers of vital energy and blood surged within him, containing boundless power.

The Grand Competition also arrived on this day, and many clan descendants from Lin'an City headed to the Grand Competition Arena.

"The Grand Competition is about to start? Aren't you going?" Dai Yaoyao, whose heartache had completely healed, couldn't help but ask Xu Wuzhou, who was currently administering acupuncture to Yu Feng.

"The yin energy in your body has mostly been dispelled. Although there are still some faint red spots, soaking in hot water should almost completely clear them," Xu Wuzhou replied, shifting his gaze from Yu Feng to Dai Yaoyao. "I can't appear too approachable; I need to maintain my status when necessary."

Naturally, Xu Wuzhou wouldn't admit that with his reputation, if he arrived early, most of the people present would probably want to kill him first.

Yu Feng, however, agreed with this explanation: "Yes, our status is only fit for a grand entrance."

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In the outskirts of Lin'an City, there was a spacious stone platform. At this moment, the heads and descendants of various prominent families gathered there.

On the stone platform, clan descendants continuously stepped up to duel, their power of vital energy and blood surging and erupting, causing loud booms.

Qin Li watched the stone platform with a grim expression. The Qin Family's descendants were not weak, but they had already lost five matches in a row.

Losing meant compromising in disputes with other families, leading to losses for the Qin Family. Losing five matches in a row significantly damaged the Qin Family's interests.

"Father, should I give it a try?" Qin Qingmo, standing beside Qin Li, couldn't help but suggest as she watched the Qin Family's repeated losses.

Qin Li shook his head and said, "Although you have the strength of the peak of the Vital Energy and Blood Realm, your cultivation in the Martial Way is only auxiliary. Unless you enter the path through literature, you can't compare to those who are used to fighting."

"But our Qin Family hasn't won a single match yet, which greatly affects the family's morale." Qin Qingmo understood the family's situation; the Qin Family was currently facing internal and external troubles and needed a major victory to boost morale.

Qin Li turned to Lin Qingshan beside him and asked, "Do you have confidence?"

"Uncle, rest assured. In the match against the Li Family, I will definitely win," Lin Qingshan promised, feeling that Qin Li was warning him, or else he would be in trouble.

Qin Li nodded. Lin Qingshan was not weak. With the strength of the Third Postnatal Layer, only three or four people could match him. Moreover, Lin Qingshan was at the peak of the Third Layer, giving him an advantage in cultivation realm.

"Brother Qin, how about another match? Let's wager the West City Market. If you win, I'll withdraw from West City. If I win, you withdraw from West City," Li Wangfeng, the head of the Li Family, suddenly turned to Qin Li and proposed.

Qin Li snorted, "Can you handle it? Aren't you afraid of overreaching?"

"Haha, that's not for Brother Qin to worry about. I think Brother Qin should retire. Lin'an City can't support the Six Great Clans; half would be enough," Li Wangfeng said.

Qin Li's pupils contracted, but he quickly smiled and said, "Do you think just because you have a weapon with sword intent, you can take me down? The Qin Family is not lacking!"

"Qin Li, stop bluffing. If you really had martial artists with sword intent, you wouldn't have just a dozen swords and not bring them out. Those swords were probably bought at a high price from outside Lin'an City."

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Initially, Li Wangfeng was indeed intimidated when the Qin Family brought out a dozen weapons with sword intent, which were of better quality than theirs, catching them off guard. However, after investigating in recent days, he was sure the Qin Family had no strong martial artists with sword intent; those swords were definitely purchased.

"Then let's wait and see!" Qin Li said coldly, though he was inwardly smiling bitterly. In the end, they had seen through him.

"So, how about a match to decide the West City Market? If you don't want to compete, it's fine, but our two families will continue to fight privately, resulting in more deaths, and eventually, it will still belong to my Li Family," Li Wangfeng said.

"Lin Qingshan, go up and compete with them," Qin Li instructed Lin Qingshan.

"Li Wang, you go up too!" Li Wangfeng ordered.

Watching the young men step onto the platform, Qin Li remained calm. Li Wang was not weak, also at the peak of the Third Postnatal Layer, comparable to Lin Qingshan, with a fifty-fifty chance of winning.

Lin Qingshan and Li Wang faced off, their vital energy and blood swirling as their weapons clashed, sparks flying with each collision.

In a short time, they exchanged over ten moves, each strike producing a sonic boom, creating the illusion of the void being sliced apart.

Both were strong, making many spectators' blood boil, wishing they had such power.

Back and forth they went, each gaining the upper hand at times.

This outcome was expected by everyone; the victor would be the one who could endure to the end. Qin Li had confidence in Lin Qingshan, as he had honed his skills with him many times.

"Bang!" Another collision sent sparks flying onto both of them. Their weapons were now heavily damaged.

Lin Qingshan's arm felt numb, but he gritted his teeth and endured. Determined to win this time, he wanted to prove himself to his uncle.

His strength surged under his will, and he swung his long blade fiercely at Li Wang. As he slashed, a blood-red glow erupted, coating the blade with a crimson hue.

"Good! Such spirit!" Qin Li laughed as he saw Lin Qingshan's move, believing it increased Lin Qingshan's chances of winning by thirty percent.

The long blade swung with a howling wind, slicing through the air.

Li Wang faced the strike without dodging, instead meeting it with his long blade. At the same time, his blood qi surged out, and his aura suddenly intensified, forming a giant ferocious tiger that charged onto the blade, enveloping it with blood qi, even producing a tiger's roar.

"Fierce Tiger Blade Force!" Li Wang roared, slashing down. At that moment, all that could be seen was a blade transforming into a tiger's head.

Qin Li stood up abruptly, incredulous as he watched Li Wang: "Combat Technique!"

Combat Technique!

A martial skill that enhances combat power; even a low-tier combat technique could increase one's combat power by ten percent.

However, combat techniques were rare. Among the many in the Qin Family, only he had practiced a combat technique, taught by Brother Xu. Combat techniques were difficult to cultivate, requiring not only significant resources but also talent and comprehension. Some people, even if they obtained a combat technique, could spend a lifetime without mastering it, making it more challenging than cultivation methods.

In cultivation methods, even with poor talent and comprehension, one could achieve something through perseverance. An ordinary person could reach the Vital Energy and Blood Realm through hard work.

But combat techniques required talent and comprehension; without them, no amount of effort could lead to mastery. Moreover, cultivating combat techniques consumed a lot of time. Qin Li had been practicing a combat technique for many years without mastering its essence; otherwise, he would have developed martial intent from Brother Xu's technique.

Li Wang, at such a young age, had actually mastered a combat technique.

"Hahaha, my son Wang accidentally mastered a combat technique. Brother Qin, I concede," Li Wangfeng said.

In the arena, Lin Qingshan's long blade shattered, forcing him to retreat repeatedly until he finally fell off the stone platform. The violent force continued to assault his body, causing him to cough up blood.

"The Qin Family has lost six matches in a row," Qin Li took a deep breath. Withdrawing from the West City Market was a significant loss.

But clearly, these people weren't going to let him go, as many were eager to kick him while he was down.

For instance, Xie Guangping, after greedily eyeing the stunningly beautiful Qin Qingmo, also spoke to Qin Li: "Uncle Qin, last year Xu Wuzhou made a bet with me. If he didn't achieve a rank in this year's Grand Competition, he would give me the Xu Family Enterprise. Now, it seems he doesn't even dare to show up, let alone achieve a rank. Shouldn't Uncle Qin honor the bet?"

Qin Li's expression grew increasingly grim. That troublemaker always caused issues from time to time. He glanced around, seeing the other clan heads with mocking smiles, clearly eager to take advantage of the situation.

Xie Tao, the head of the Xie Family, laughed at this moment: "Brother Qin, surely you won't interfere in a bet between juniors?"

Qin Li took a deep breath, about to say something, when a voice interrupted: "In such a hurry to settle the bet, are you eager to take my money back to treat your family's hereditary infertility?"

Everyone turned to see a young man with his hands casually in his pockets, lazily walking towards the arena.