Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 443 - 286: Zhang Ze, Bastard

After Spiritualization, the body has been freed from the constraints of flesh. Even if limbs are injured, they can be instantly repaired with Spiritual Qi, returning to their original state.

To some extent, this is actually a very suitable spell for sparring.

The premise is that both people know it.

Because they can’t die, they can fight as intensely as they wish.

Thus, on the second day of the Qinghe Association, the cultivators present witnessed the most violent sparring match of this Qinghe competition.

The momentum of the two clashing forces compelled the supervising elder to erect an array barrier to prevent the volatile aura from affecting the bloodthirsty audience.

At this point, escape techniques had lost their meaning; in this squared-off space at the center of the arena, their minds followed their thoughts, arriving in an instant.

After their figures intertwined and exchanged another strike, Zhang Ze retreated several meters, shook his arm, and then restored his shattered right hand.

He suddenly realized something troublesome.

It seemed he couldn’t quite handle it.

After performing the Spirit Fusion Technique, it indeed felt miraculous. As long as one didn’t exit the state of Spirit Body or was completely annihilated, one was almost undying.

But it also had a flaw. Since this move was, after all, developed by the Beast Taming Sect, after entering the Spirit Body state, one could basically only use the spells of the Beast Taming Sect.

And about fighting, Zhang Ze couldn’t say he didn’t know how, but he really couldn’t beat Li Yueqi.

Female Hero Li truly had been fighting since childhood.

After exchanging several blows, although it seemed evenly matched, he was the one constantly getting hurt. Just in this brief moment, Zhang Ze was already considerably worn out.

If this continued, the outcome would definitely be that Zhang Ze would be the first to be unable to withstand the consumption. At that time, being punched out of the Merging Spirit State might not necessarily mean defeat, as he still had other strategies.

But what about the boastful words he had just spoken?

...

In the stands.

"Senior brother seems to be losing," Chen Qin whispered, leaning on the railing.

"The fight looks intense, why would he lose?" Lily was purely an outsider enjoying the excitement, with no insights, just thinking the fight was thrilling.

Lu Ning, who had been silently mulling over another matter, always felt that this Spirit Fusion Technique they were using seemed familiar.

Her master seemed to know it too?

But it wasn’t the same.

She couldn’t figure it out.

...

In the lounge, Xia Yan looked at the two figures flying back and forth in the arena with wide eyes, thinking that the Spirit Fusion Technique was indeed extraordinary. If it were her up there, she’d probably just be a punching bag, relying on medicine pills to hold out.

"You don’t know this?" Xia Yan asked.

"I don’t, I’m useless," Li Jue admitted straightforwardly.

Xia Yan, "...My man, can’t you be a bit more ambitious? You could at least lie to me a bit."

"This is something you either know or don’t. To understand this move, unless one is naturally gifted, one must practice with a mind free of distractions, seeking life within death; otherwise, before reaching the Fusion Spirit stage, one’s soul would already scatter, and the flesh would vanish."

"But they don’t seem like people with no distractions," Xia Yan recalled the usual state of the two.

"I don’t know about Brother Zhang, but my sister is actually naturally gifted. You’ve seen those two wristbands, right?" Li Jue said, "Those two are actually magical artifacts to suppress the Merging Spirit State. Without them, my sister would easily enter the Merging Spirit State."

"Isn’t that a good thing?"

"Of course not. My sister says maintaining that state is reportedly very tiring, makes one age quickly, and living is quite inconvenient because she shines wherever she goes."

"Such a troublesome spell."

"Yes... knock me out quickly!"

Li Jue, who was originally chatting with Xia Yan, suddenly became alert, sensing an ominous premonition.

Although he didn’t know why, playing dead was never wrong.

However, before Xia Yan could react, someone appeared behind them, casting a tall shadow over them.

"Morning, Old Sect Leader Li," Xia Yan greeted as she sensed the oppressive presence, turning around to say hello.

Old Sect Leader Li stood behind the two, looking at Li Jue expressionlessly.

Li Jue shook his head, "I don’t know. Wait until my sister comes back and you can ask her... it should be over soon, it seems Brother Zhang can’t hold on much longer."

...

In the arena.

After Zhang Ze had his arm broken once again with a punch, he quickly reviewed the Dharma Methods he could deploy.

While contemplating, he dodged the following fist winds. His figure vanished, reappearing behind Li Yueqi, driving the awakened Li to attack her from behind.

Then Li was caught in the two large hands formed by Hei Qu, pulled apart with a snap, turning into two pieces.

"It doesn’t hurt at all!" Finding it amusing, Li, who had degraded into an earthworm, controlled the surrounding Spiritual Qi to grow another head, freeing itself from the big hands and returning to Zhang Ze’s side.

"What if we can’t win?" The merged Li quietly asked.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got an idea," Zhang Ze said to Li after creating some distance again.

"What idea?"

"Chatty Fist."

"?"

Zhang Ze whispered a few words to Li, explained this extremely low-quality tactic, then instead of retreating, charged forward.

Every kind of foolish cultivation technique has its use, just like the Puppetry Skill from the Hundred Plays Sect, meant to entertain children, can be applied to the Thousand Mechanism Puppet.

Zhang Ze recalled the Spirit Communication Fist he had devised.

Even though the spell was later overhauled by Bai Tao’s niece into a Bedroom Skill and ended up being sold in adult stores...

But for cultivators, nothing is taboo, as long as it works.

The Spirit Communication Fist originated from the Floating Life Technique. Its fist power is weak, but it can convey the puncher’s emotions and thoughts through the punches.

And this process cannot be blocked as Sound Transmission can be.