Chronicles of Daoist Fan - Chapter 122

The evening, on the fighting ground of Azure Wind Arena. Night Raven and I stood face to face.

He stood straight like me, both feet at one place, hands stretched ahead of him, palms formed into fists – he was alert and ready.

”What?! Humble White advanced in ranks again?”

”Wow!”

People noticed my eighth rank and a series of hot discussions burned through one section of the audience to another. Nearly a thousand people were paying attention to our match now! It was a huge number compared to the earlier hundred.

A low cheering started before the match even began. Some were rooting for me while others wanted Night Raven to win. As much as some people wanted to see my victory streak going, there were other people as well who would get pleasure from seeing me lose at least once.

There was not a single person who won a hundred matches in a row. The majority of the audience wanted some fighter to actually accomplish that feat, while there were still some who thought the task was downright impossible. In their minds, they assumed that I would lose sooner or later.

That was normal. Not all people were alike. For example, no matter how good a post is, no matter how well-written a story is, there would always be people who dislike it. I internally shook my head and readied myself as well.

Cupping my fists, I gave a confident bow to my opponent. Surprisingly, he returned a similar bow. It seemed the last match had earned me his respect.

With the wave of the judge’s hand, the match started and a roar of cheers followed, attracting the gazes of the farther audience which was focused on the other matches.

”Hah!” I shouted and used Shining Rush to come before him. From the audience’s point of view, it appeared as though I glided on the fighting ground.

Night Raven bent his tall body backward and somersaulted, hitting my palm with his feet. A fresh clapping sound was heard. We both were fighting barefooted.

As a rank one Meridian Opening practitioner, he had opened the meridians on his feet, thus the force was equally powerful to my attack even though he used a defense technique.

I stepped backward. Rotating my body, I jumped in the air and aimed at his face with a Sun Dragon Kick. Night Raven caught my leg only to find me stepping on his shoulder with my other feet.

I suddenly jerked the leg in his hand and locked his neck with both my legs the moment he let go. My opponent tried peeling my leglock with his hands when I leaned my upper body down.

Bam!

Our backs fell hard on the ground. I had protected my head with my hands but Night Raven hadn’t. However, the main reason I made him fall was to restrict him from using his techniques.

I squeezed his neck with my legs when the dust spread due to the impact. Night Raven coughed while I held my breath and pinched my nose.

When the dust settled, I saw his face was red due to not being able to breathe. The people watching were left speechless. This was such a weird way of fighting.

Usually, there would be punches, kicks, various forms of attacking and defending among practitioners. However, what I was doing wasn’t anything like it. There was no technique, no elegance. This almost looked like a street fight.

They had never seen someone hold an opponent’s necks with their legs. Of course, they hadn’t seen it. This type of fighting was more common on earth and it was a valid technique to submit one’s opponent.

Still, if Night Raven could be defeated with just this, then he was no Meridian Opening practitioner. Understanding that he couldn’t do anything with his hands, he kicked the ground and lifted his whole body including me.

I was forced to leave his shoulders when he threatened to punch my waist. The moment I landed behind him, he released a back kick, partially managing to hit my stomach because I couldn’t dodge in time.

I stepped back three steps and dusted my belly. Because of Unbreakable Bell, I wasn’t hurt that much. Also, my physique had changed due to my advancement, so it was nothing.

We collided again and exchanged a flurry of moves. I used Gold Bending Palms to counter his punches and kicks. Night Raven was quick today. I didn’t know why but he wanted to finish this fight quickly.

It must have hurt his pride as a gold fighter to be tied with a silver fighter who recently got his token. He was using his most powerful attacks from the start.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The evening was soon turning into the night and lamps powered by spirit stones were lighted. The atmosphere turned more intense as we fought. This time, I was as equally powerful as my opponent.

He wasn’t suppressing me that much. I could see patterns in his attack and defense techniques now, having fought with him two times.

A loud sound boomed in the arena as I kicked Night Raven’s knee. I had used all of my strength in that so he got a minor injury. He thought that I would stop to catch a breath but my body flowed on its own.

Bam! I jumped using the reaction force of my earlier attack and kicked his cheek. His head rotated to the right side. I didn’t stop even then and followed with a punch to his chest.

The audience was astonished at my stamina as I chained my attacks and made Night Raven go on defense.

Nine Consecutive Strikes!

It was the most powerful move of the Golden Tempest Technique. With every attack of mine, my strength and speed would improve by one fold. If my first kick had a force of 400 kg, then my second kick was 800 kg and my punch 1200 kg!

An attack force above a ton was that of an early rank Meridian Opening practitioner. However, I wasn’t stopping and could go up to the ninth strike!

Night Raven felt like he was battling against a full-fledged gold fighter instead of a new silver fighter. He couldn’t fathom how my attacks were getting more powerful. Even though it was a technique, there had to be a limit, right?

Practicing the Star Pagoda, my body was nourished by the Yang energies I absorbed from the star and sunlight. It was in every way comparable and even superior to ordinary Meridian Opening practitioners’ bodies even though I hadn’t opened my meridians yet.

That gave me the ability to harness greater powers than a typical practitioner of my stage and rank could. Thus, I could even skip ranks and directly defeat a practitioner one stage above me.

With the increasing force of my attacks, Night Raven stepped backward, having difficulties stabilizing himself. He could not even counterattack as my attacks were too fluid and he had lost his flow.

Peng! Peng!

By the time my attack reached the seventh strike, he could no longer handle the force of approximately 2800 kilograms. According to this world’s metric system, this power was well within the leagues of a rank 3 Meridian Opening practitioner.

The higher the stage, the more there was a disparity between ranks.

He put the last struggle by using his secret technique. The same thing from the earlier match which increased his reflexes. However, he had gotten too injured to use it properly. Using Nine Consequentive Strikes up to the seventh strike was straining for my body.

However, I determinedly finished the match with an eighth strike, a palm attack. Hit with such a great force, Night Raven directly flew tens of meters and landed on the ground, creating a cloud of dust.

He could no longer fight and thus lay there. The audience which had gone silent during the later stages of the fight remained silent for about five seconds. It took them that much time to realize that the victor was decided.

”Humble White… WINS!”

The moment the judge announced this, cheers erupted from all sides. People stood up, fortunate to have witnessed this legend. I was the first silver fighter to have won against a gold fighter with no handicaps. How amazing was this!

”WHITE! WHITE! WHITE!”

I smiled a little. This cheering was getting intense. If it was any other match against gold fighters, then they wouldn’t have cheered so much but this was different. Here, a weaker practitioner triumphed against a stronger one with his own strength, on equal footing.

75th! The victory streak remained unbroken!

I went ahead and lifted Night Raven. Gotta keep that humble attitude.

”You are a great fighter. I am Tang Xiu.” He said in a gruff voice. I finally saw this opponent’s oblong face as he removed his white lower mask. He had refined and mature features, long eyebrows, and a prominent jawline.

”It was a great chance to fight against you.” I cupped my fists but didn’t give my name. ”Zui Fan” was a vulnerable identity at the moment, it was best to not show it to anybody.

”You might really set a record for winning a hundred matches in a row..” I heard his gruff voice as I went past him.