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Lightning struck him from the sky, narrowly missing his body, before landing on the ring.

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The ground collapsed, and electric current shot out, causing the boy to convulse.

Wang Dan stared at him blankly, never expecting that his interlocutor could foresee the danger and avoid it.

After missing her first attack, Aju went into a berserk state, her eyes turned blood red, and mottled tiger shadows appeared around her body. Wang Dan drew his peach wood sword and quietly cast a spell.

Dark clouds filled the sky, a fierce wind howled, and a terrifying aura loomed overhead.

"Thunder rolling!"

One of the staff members of the Special Affairs Department muttered, "Judging from the color of the clouds, this is very likely the legendary Divine Firmament Thunder. Just how old is this Wang Dan that he can cast such a high-level spell?"

A middle-aged man sitting next to him said, "He has already overdrawn his life resources."

"life?"

The group was puzzled at first, but when they saw Wang Dan's face, they immediately understood: in a short moment, his hair turned white, his face became blurry and pale, and filled with a weakened aura.

He looks ten years older than before.

A crackling sound came from overhead, and dense, terrifying lightning bolts tore through the dark clouds. Wang Dan spat out a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto the peach wood sword. The sword began to glow, and a strange spiritual energy flew out from the tip of the sword and fell into the dark clouds.

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The dark clouds began to boil, emitting energy waves that even Xu Fu found chilling.

Linda was on edge.

"Why won't you admit defeat? This is a blow Zhu can't bear."

Xu Fu fell silent, turning his gaze to the arena. The fifteen-year-old boy roared, facing the heavenly lightning without retreating an inch, revealing a ferocious fighting spirit. The blood-red tiger shadow was also affected, baring its teeth and glaring fiercely, as if it wanted to fight against the heavens and the earth.

Seeing him like this, Xu Fu couldn't help but sigh.

"It's very simple."

"Ava, don't let him die!"

"Understood, young master."

The clouds began to thicken, and to everyone's horror, a bolt of lightning as thick as a wrist flashed across the sky, its intense light pouring down and dominating everyone's vision.

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The tiger's blood-red phantom was instantly engulfed by the lightning. It only lasted for half a second before crackling and shattering. The white lightning surged upwards, aiming directly at A-Jiu's forehead. In the critical moment, the silver battle suit flowed like liquid, transforming into a metal shield that blocked some of the lightning. The remaining lightning still struck the boy.

A terrifying electric current surged through his body, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Aju coughed up blood and convulsed in pain.

A few seconds later, the bright light slowly faded, and everyone hurriedly looked towards the arena: in a large pit lay the pitch-black Aju, white air emanating from his body. He trembled from time to time, lying next to Wang Dan, who was kneeling opposite him. His head was covered with gray-black hair, and he was clutching his chest with his right hand, coughing violently. With each cough, a large amount of blood flowed from the cracks in his fingers.

The two looked bewildered and couldn't help but gasp.

One summons heavenly thunder, the other confronts lightning with his bare body—only immortal warriors can witness such a scene.

The referee hurriedly checked the two's physical condition. Wang Dan used a peach wood sword to support her body, forcing herself not to fall, while Ju Jingyi had only one breath left and could not stand up.

As expected, Wang Dan won.

Xu Fu said nothing, gave Zhu a shot of adrenaline, and several bodyguards carefully placed him into a pre-prepared medical urn. The group then left the scene without looking back.

Dirk grinned.

“I’m a man of my word. From now on, the Tiger Demon Scripture is yours. Hand over the plaque above the door tomorrow.”

Even so, he quickly caught up with the main group.

The competition ended, but strangely, the victorious Taoists did not cheer and celebrate; instead, they were dejected and saddened.

His family knew his situation: Wang Dan's cultivation level was far from reaching the realm of summoning heavenly lightning. In order to achieve this effect, he used forbidden techniques and lost several decades of his life.

In a sense, this is fraud.

There is no honor in winning by cheating.

The Dao Sect was completely silent, but the ancient martial arts world was in an uproar, as if they were the real winners.

Through this competition, everyone became certain of two things: first, the level of ancient boxing techniques was not low, and they possessed boundless power; second, the Taoist sect was merely a school of thought, far less powerful than the legends portrayed.

There is also the "Tiger Roar Sutra".

Countless eyes were fixed on the long box on the stone table. Inside the box was the "feather." What if they could get it?

A greedy thought flashed through his mind, but he suppressed it in the end: This is Longhu Mountain, the foundation of Taoism. Who would dare to cause trouble here?

Soon, the crowd dispersed.

Inside the main hall of Longhu Mountain, the abbots and elders from various Taoist temples gathered together. On the table in the center of the hall was a book, none other than the trophy for this competition, "Tiger Demon True Scripture".

An elderly Taoist priest with gray hair walked shakily to the table, opened the book, and began to turn the pages one by one. After reading the first dozen or so pages, he turned to the last page, muttering to himself as he read.

The surrounding Taoist priests remained silent, awaiting the test results.

A few minutes later, the old man closed the book and said with a complicated expression.

"It's exactly the same as the fragments collected in the Daoist Canon. There's no mistake, it's genuine."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out all around.

"That's true!"

Xu Fu-Xiao has his eye on a real deal.

I didn't know this person had a reliable side.

"The overall celestial plan we provided seems to be fake, doesn't it?"

"Hush be quiet"

The old Taoist priests sitting above looked at each other and shook their heads: the Taoist sect boasted of its orthodox reputation, yet it used a fake Celestial Master Ze to try to deceive the heavens and the sea, while Xu Fu, who was known as a demon, kept his promise and took out the real Tiger Demon Scripture.

This is an awkward comparison.

A renowned old Taoist priest coughed and spoke slowly.

"Now that everyone is here, let's discuss how to handle this merit-based system."

One person immediately said, "It goes without saying that it has been destroyed, and such a masterpiece should not be spread."

"Destroying it won't help; Xu Fu-Xiao has spares." "So we'd better seal it up."

Where is it sealed off?

The moment the question was posed, the air fell silent. Several abbots of the Taoist temples were somewhat surprised: Although the Tiger Demon Scripture was a demonic art, possessing it could lead to immortality, and in some aspects it was even stronger than the Celestial Master's Great Scripture. It was hard to find anyone in the world who wouldn't want to hold such a technique in their hands.

The atmosphere was somewhat elegant.

Fu Huaixiu, a resident of Lunshan, sighed.

"Taoist cultivators, demonic cultivators, and monster cultivators—the only thing in the middle is greed. This book can't be put anywhere; it can only be sealed in a forbidden area."

Zhang Ruochen and the older generation of Taoists nodded and said: This is the best way.

Although the remaining people were unwilling, they couldn't say anything. The Taoist forbidden area was a mysterious place that required seven Taoist masters to simultaneously tap into its power. The forbidden area could only be entered but not exited, and it contained many forbidden items, including the Taoist treasure, the Celestial Master's Decree.

It would be most appropriate to enclose the "Tiger's Roar and Dragon's Cry Sutra" inside.

Chapter 1440 The Politics of the Celestial Masters

On a highway in Jiang Province, a long Lincoln is speeding from west to east.

Inside the vehicle, Linda stood in front of the medical pod, examining it carefully.

Zhu Di was struck by lightning from head to toe. Although the tiger shadow and his battle armor blocked some of the energy, the remaining lightning still caused serious damage.

When he was taken to the medical room, he was barely alive. Fortunately, Xu Fu was well-prepared and administered various valuable injections, which finally stabilized his condition.

After confirming that he was out of danger, Linda returned to her seat, complaining somewhat.

"Then we should make him admit defeat."

After spending so many days together and being called "sister" hundreds of times, Linda, though she didn't say anything, had already come to regard this innocent boy as her older brother.

Xu Fu shook his head.

“It’s not that I won’t let him win, it’s that he wants to fight. Kiku isn’t very bright, but his fighting spirit is exceptionally strong. He won’t admit defeat.” He paused, then sighed, “This guy has amazing talent, much better than you.”

"Is it better than me?"

The 11-year-old girl was very unhappy and asked, "What makes him better than me? Tell me!"

Xu Fu did not refute, closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and began to chat with Ava.

Linda glared at him angrily, her mind filled with suspicion as she recalled the blood-red tiger rising in the sky.

The key to the "Tiger's Wrath Manual" lies in the tiger's shadow swirling around the body. Having form is the first step, having spirit is the second step, and having spirit and resemblance to spirit is the third step. Although Lin Daiyu's tiger shadow is strong, it is merely superficial. Although Jia Baoyu's tiger shadow is weak, it has the charm of a vicious tiger.

"To reach this level after only practicing the first level, his talent might really be stronger than mine."

The girl scratched her head, somewhat doubting herself.