At the critical moment, a voice from afar shouted, "Stop!" A figure leaped into the arena, attacking with fists from two directions.

Brother Peng saw this and immediately executed the "Leopard Capturing Hand," reaching out to grab the incoming fists, swallowing the force of the punch with his palms.

The newcomer was Ding Hu.

As soon as they clashed, Ding Hu already sensed he was no match.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be released. He wanted to withdraw his hands and execute the next move, but felt the opponent's strength was overwhelming, as if his hands were caught by iron clamps.

With no other option, he could only clash head-on, his inner qi surging into his fists. Brother Peng grinned and said, "You can't even perform qi circulation, trash like you dares to compete with me in inner qi?" With a stomp of his feet, an even stronger surge of inner qi rushed forth.

The two streams of inner qi competed fiercely with each other.

Their clothing flapped loudly in the wind, and the surrounding crowd was amazed. Although martial artists were common, such a duel was indeed rare.

Ordinary people didn't even know what "inner qi" was.

But even a blind person could tell who was stronger and weaker. In just a moment's exchange, Ding Hu was already drenched with sweat, his face pale, barely holding on.

Among the A-class nursing home, only Hua Hanying could perform qi circulation. Ding Hu was considered top-tier, slightly better than Fang Bichun, with richer qi-blood and younger age.

But Brother Peng was still two levels above him.

Brother Peng twisted his waist and lifted Ding Hu into the air. The people of the Leopard Saber Sect said, "Brother Peng's skills are divine, to train leopard waist strength to this level." "Such a delicate leopard waist strength, Brother Peng is about to master the saber." "Amazing, Brother Peng deserves the master's favor!"

Brother Peng was robust and tall. His waist emitted cracking sounds. With each crack, his strength increased substantially.

This martial art was by no means lacking, having trained the spine as tense as a bowstring, utilizing every section completely, strength like an arrow released from a bowstring. One part of force, ten parts utilized.

A piercing sound was heard. Brother Peng swung with brute force, how could Ding Hu resist, also a man of seven feet, yet was thrown.

Colliding with a tall building's pillar, if hit directly, Ding Hu's bones would shatter, perhaps leaving him a mere pile of flesh. The brutality startled everyone profoundly.

Seeing the momentum, resistance seemed futile.

The crowd closed their eyes, but did not hear the sound of flesh and blood splattering. Upon opening their eyes again, Ding Hu had stabilized on the ground, standing next to a handsome young man with a striking vertical mole on his forehead.

"Commander Li!"

The nursing home guards were thrilled, then disheartened. Commander Pang's injuries were still vivid in memory. How could young Commander Li withstand the current situation.

Fang Bichun cupped his hands, "Commander Li, it would be best to stop the fight. If we continue, we'll have no one left!"

The guards all thought the same.

Ding Hu wanted to speak but didn't. That scene just now, no one saw except him.

Earlier, when he was thrown, he knew survival was impossible, feeling bitter, and just then, someone pressed his shoulder.

The momentum ceased, and he stood firmly right away.

Such martial arts mastery was beyond his comprehension. But the Leopard Saber Sect had a deep foundation, with unknown numbers of strong individuals.

Brother Peng laughed, "Kid, who are you, I hear them call you their commander?"

Li Xian intentionally let Ding Hu make the first move to observe the Leopard Saber Sect's conduct and determine the power to use.

Li Xian said, "Yes." Hearing the term "Commander," the Leopard Saber Sect all burst into laughter, full of disdain.

Brother Peng's eyes gleamed, stretching his muscles and bones, "The last commander couldn't take three blades from Brother Wang. Haha...this time, hope you can take three punches from me."

His waist became taut, merging force and qi, with muscles and bones stretched out, his feet exerted force, dashing forward viciously.

Li Xian stepped back, the blue bricks before him shattered, stomped by Brother Peng. Seeing the miss, Brother Peng twisted, swinging a punch.

The martial arts he practiced focused entirely on muscles and spine and the killing power was immense, one part of force used like ten.

Yet all things come with pros and cons. Brother Peng's might was strong, but his punching intentions obvious.

Furthermore, the "force line" was too long, the power trajectory for each punch starts from the foot, enhancing through the spine, finally reaching the hands.

To Li Xian's eyes... it was full of holes.

"Do you only dodge?" Brother Peng, having missed several times, was getting annoyed. Others couldn't see the disparity but worried secretly for Li Xian.

Li Xian said blandly, "Weak, too weak." Brother Peng continued his assault, eyes wide, "What did you say?"

Brother Peng still wanted to speak, but Li Xian already reached to grab, pulling his hair and pressing him to the ground.

With a crash, the blue bricks shattered, Brother Peng's head buried deep in the ground, his legs twitching, unsure if unconscious or truly dead.

Everyone was silent, their minds buzzing.

Brother Peng oppressed with strength, youthful and arrogant to extreme, but was easily defeated by even stronger and younger.

Li Xian stood in the field, face calm, possessing a composed demeanor, remarkably gallant in imposing grandeur.

"Quick! Quick! Get Brother Liu!"

The Leopard Saber Sect earlier held dominance, belittling and hurling obscenities incessantly, aiming to disgrace the Yihetang Manor guards savagely.

Yet, being intimidated, no one dared voice a word, the atmosphere heavy. Only hoping internally for more strong hands to surpass Li Xian's presence.

Brother Liu was the second-generation disciple, skilled in saber usage.

The Leopard Saber Sect had strict rules, migrated from elsewhere, aiming to practice saber...before and after, serving the Sect Leader for ten years, might not even fully learn the core techniques.

"Who dares act so brazenly, injuring my fellow disciples of the Leopard Saber Sect!" A loud shout was heard.

Liu Hong from the Leopard Saber Sect arrived. He bore a large saber, well prepared.

Being over 30, clearly more poised than other disciples, he scanned the situation, intending to speak deceitful words to baffle, then act to show force.

Yet Li Xian proactively attacked. A plain punch was thrown, Liu Hong, overly complacent, sneered, didn't dodge, raising hand to take it. Muttering endlessly:

"Ignorant child, me, Liu Hong, has trained for over a decade, not someone you can compare to, behold me securing you with a single hand!"

As soon as the words fell, it was as if struck by lightning. He felt a surge of powerful Inner Qi, sweeping through like a storm. His prideful Inner Qi was no match and was swiftly defeated.

He flew backward, spat out three mouthfuls of blood, and fainted.

Simply brutal, straightforward, and decisive.

"Mighty Commander, mighty Commander!" The moral of the Nursing Home members soared.

Li Xian furrowed his brow, contemplating, "In the current situation, it's all up to me. If it turns into a group fight, Yihetang Manor will surely suffer heavy casualties. If I turn and flee, county livelihood would be lost."

A plan came to mind, and he spoke some words to Ding Hu. Hearing this, Ding Hu stepped back and blended into the crowd.

Li Xian alone held the field, a one-man barricade.

He said, "If anyone else is dissatisfied, let them come all at once!" The Leopard Saber Sect fell silent, dare to be angry but not dare to speak. They wanted to curse, but seeing the miserable states of Brother Peng and Brother Liu earlier, their words were stuck in their throats.

The tense atmosphere persisted until one person's arrival turned it into cheers.

"Commander Li, this man... is the culprit who injured Commander Pang," said Fang Bichun solemnly as he stepped forward.

A young man in Golden Leopard Strong Clothing appeared at the dueling scene.

The crowd gasped repeatedly, some children exclaimed, "Mom, it's an immortal!"

Some even knelt and kowtowed.

Li Xian looked directly at him, furrowing his brow slightly. This newcomer was flaunting, with Qi and blood surging all over, carrying a rainbow on his shoulder, showing characteristics of entering the "Food Essence" phase.

Because he came from a sect, his strength was feared to be even stronger compared to Zheng Xuezhang and others.

The Leopard Spine Force, Leopard Capturing Hand, and other martial arts were enough to see the insight and predict that this Leopard Saber Sect was by no means ordinary.

"Brother Wang, this guy is also a commander. Please take him down and vent our anger!"

"Brother Wang, it's up to you! This kid has some skills."

Seeing the man arrive, the courage of the Leopard Saber Sect rose.

That Wang Bao, aged twenty-six, was remarkably young. The word "Leopard" in his name was bestowed by the Sect Leader Xu Liefeng.

He was cultivated as a son.

Wang Bao, seeing Li Xian's face, was suddenly stunned. He had the true teachings of the Sect Leader, with extraordinary insight. Seeing the red mole on Li Xian's forehead, he suspected it was the "Rebirth Anomaly," and for a moment felt great envy and jealousy.

Wang Bao said, "You took on the role of Commander, and I severed your hand and shattered your foot. I thought Yihetang Manor would thus be dormant. I didn't expect you, this scoundrel, to be so bold as to challenge actively."

He clasped his hands together and held his saber, the rainbow on his shoulder shining like a halo.

Li Xian, having fought the Pot Immortal and Zheng Xuezhang, at that time the [Rebirth Appearance] had not yet shown, was already not afraid. Now that his strength had improved, there was even less reason to fear.

"Then I'll sever both your hands and break both your legs," Li Xian said calmly, placing his hand on the saber handle.

Wang Bao sneered, "Well, well, ignorance knows no fear." Despite his arrogant words, he did not underestimate his opponent.

During the conversation, he swung the saber downward. With a swift horizontal sweep, he flipped the bluestone slabs on the ground, smashing them towards Li Xian. Dirt sprayed everywhere, obstructing vision.

Li Xian remained alert, drawing his Narrow Blade. Slashing the stone slabs apart, as dust flew towards him, shrouding his whole body.

Wang Bao hid within the fog of dirt.

Darting left and right swiftly, suddenly seeing a flash of blade light coming directly at him. Li Xian raised his blade to block, sparks flying instantly.

The sword technique Wang Bao practiced was called the "Golden Leopard Swift Saber." The technique was centered around the word "swift." Initially practicing "Leopard Capturing Hand" and "Leopard Spine Force" laid the foundation.

After transitioning to the Golden Leopard Swift Saber, one could quickly become a beginner. Not only was the technique swift, but the killing intent was overwhelming.

As the saber's edge reached extreme speed, slicing through the air, it sounded like a leopard's roar.

And this saber technique was extremely agile. Wang Bao chopped with a saber, then quickly pulled back, creating distance, not giving Li Xian a chance to counterattack.

The assault and harassment reached its peak.

Li Xian snorted coldly, having mastered the "Daluo Saber Technique," his skill was profound, protecting himself perfectly inside and out. The saber technique had a perfect rhythm. Wang Bao sneered, "You're quite good, but how will you ever hit me with that."

As he spoke, he swept his saber horizontally again. Stirring up clouds of dust, constantly obscuring the view.

Li Xian remained calm. Applying the essential technique of Daluo Saber, "Crossing Net," this move aimed at using two kinds of blade paths, horizontal and vertical, to weave a net of blades, pushing forward with considerable power.

The blade paths crisscrossed, indeed extremely formidable.

Wang Bao said, "Not much more than this." He was proficient in the technique, noticing that Li Xian's blade paths were merely one vertical and one horizontal. Although his mastery was deep, the technique was too simple, with many flaws.

He seized the gap in the technique, his figure agile like a leopard, a slash aimed at Li Xian's wrist.

Li Xian squinted his eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the blade shadows suddenly multiplied several times, impenetrable.

Skillfully utilizing the Fist Intent of [Four Directions Fist] on the basis of "Crossing Net."

The practiced martial arts complemented each other, leading to countless transformations. This was something no one else could match!

The blade shadows suddenly increased several times, Wang Bao was taken aback, but was already enveloped by the saber force.

Lights and shadows intertwined, blood splattered.

A scream suddenly resounded.

Countless saber strikes came, the rapid blade light dispersing the dust fog.

The crowd only saw Li Xian's saber technique incredibly fast, afterimages appearing as if he had many hands. The blade paths had only two routes, vertical and horizontal, but danced with an impenetrable tightness, like a wall of sabers.

Wang Bao's whole body was covered with saber marks, struggling to parry, accumulating wounds constantly. His clothes were chopped into tatters, with several hundred saber wounds on his body.

Li Xian's martial prowess was outstanding. The entire scene fell silent, Leopard Saber Sect, Yihetang Manor's Nursing Home, and even the surrounding spectators.

All were stunned and horrified!

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