Fights Break Sphere: Sunflower Water and Strange Fire

Because Xiao Long'er had insisted on having a dice-shaking competition just now, not only did he lose, but he also added the gamble of barking like a dog. The atmosphere in the Xiao family is now a little depressing. The laughter coming from the Jialie family from time to time makes Xiao Shan'ao frown.

Xiao Shan'ao sighed in a low voice: "The Xiao family has been going smoothly in the past few years, so the disciples of the family don't know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace. I'm worried."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan stepped forward to comfort the Great Elder: "Great Elder, don't worry, don't worry, I will go on stage later and beat up the dog heads of the Jialie family, and see if they can still laugh."

Xiao Shan'ao's brows relaxed a lot when he heard this. Yes, fortunately, there was the genius Third Young Master and the beggar Xiao Wei he picked up, so the Xiao family still had hope for its future.

In the seventh match, Galehu faced Obamu.

The two have similar abilities in cultivation, both are five-star fighters, and the most important thing is that the fighting skills they practice are mainly offensive.

Jialehu practiced the yellow rank advanced fighting skill, Fish Fist, while Obamu practiced the yellow rank advanced fighting skill, Wolf Transformation Palm.

As the saying goes, an expert can tell the outcome with just one move. Galehu let out a strange cry and slid strangely like a fish in the water, making it impossible to see the trajectory of his movements. He rushed straight towards Obamu.

Obamu did not dare to be careless. He covered his palms with fighting spirit, put his hands together, pointed his ten fingers forward, and shouted: "Wolf Will First Style, Wolf Fang Assault."

Obamu suddenly opened his ten fingers, and his ten fingers shot out like a wolf opening its huge mouth with fangs, biting towards Galehu fiercely.

"Well done!"

Just as Galiehu was about to be bitten by the ten fingers, his body strangely passed between Obamu's hands, then he supported himself on the ground with his hands, raised his feet, and kicked Obamu's chin at an incredible angle.

Obamu's chin was hit and he stepped back three steps. He looked at Galehu with a serious look in his eyes: "What an amazing fighting skill. You can actually use the force to change your body's support point freely in the air."

"You're not bad, you actually touched my body."

There were ten blood marks on Galiehu's waist, and blood had already seeped out. He was hit just a little by the wolf's claws and became like this. If he was hit completely, he would probably be defeated in one move.

Below the stage, Xiao Shan'ao was analyzing the moves to the young disciples of the Xiao family.

"Look carefully, this Jialehu is no ordinary person. The fighting skills he practices are the fighting skills that the old ghost Jialebi realized when he was young."

"What, that old guy can actually create his own fighting skills?"

"He was created when his brain was working at high speed during a life-or-death crisis. When a person is dying, his brain will quickly review his entire life. You should know this, so he was just lucky at that time."

The elder continued, "That year, you were not even born yet, I..."

The Great Elder was reminiscing when he was suddenly interrupted by Xiao Wei: "Were you born that year, Great Elder?"

"Nonsense, I must have been born, otherwise how would I know all these things? Don't interrupt me, just listen to me in detail."

The elder cleared his throat and continued, "That year, you were not born yet, but I was born long ago, and many others were also born long ago. But that's not what I want to talk about. I mean, that year I was seventeen, and Galbi was also seventeen..."

Before he could finish his words, Xiao Wei interrupted him again: "Are you two the same age?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"There's a big gap in your cultivation levels, since you're the same age... Ouch, that hurts."

Xiao Wei's head was smashed by the great elder's attack, and he laughed and scolded: "That person can't be compared with others. Although his character is rubbish, I have to say that his cultivation is indeed a little higher than mine."

The great elder motioned for everyone to be quiet and continued, "That year, there was a big flood in Wutan City. We were still asleep at the time. After being awakened, we all climbed onto the roof to take shelter. I was also on the roof, and then I saw that guy Jialebi...hahahaha."

The elder laughed so hard that he was out of breath. "Galebi was rushed to the street with his bed. It made me laugh to death. Then, after he was woken up by someone hitting him with a stone, he jumped into the water in a panic and was washed away by the flood. After the flood receded, Galeb did not come back. After a few days, when everyone thought he was dead, guess what happened?"

"Have you had the banquet?" a member of the Xiao family asked wisely.

"Wrong, he actually swam back."

"It's just swimming, what's so strange about that?"

"Swimming back through the air!"

The Xiao family disciples exclaimed: "Oh my god, this is unbelievable!"

The elder continued, "After he came back, he went into seclusion. Half a year later, he created the Fish Fist Fighting Skill. It was a sensation at the time. He became the patriarch because of this. However, he could no longer swim in the air. He pondered over it and his hair turned white overnight. Alas, if he could create that, flying would not be a dream for him below the level of Fighting King."

The disciples wanted to hear the Great Elder continue speaking, but the Great Elder waved his hand and signaled that they should watch the competition first. They must remember the key points of the Fish Fist that he had just talked about. If nothing unexpected happens, Jialehu should win. They may meet him again next time.

Xiao Wei quietly poked Xiao Yan: "I didn't understand the key points of the fish fist that the elder just talked about?"

Xiao Yan replied in a low voice: "He seemed to have said it, but he didn't tell it completely."

Now the two are still fighting on the ring, with equal strength. One uses fish fist to overcome hardness with softness, while the other uses wolf intention to break softness with cunning, and uses fish fist which is soft yet hard. The two have been fighting for hundreds of rounds, but there is still no winner.

Obamu couldn't help it first and shouted for a break.

"It won't work if we keep fighting like this. We should both be pretty much exhausted. I think we should both use our strongest attacks to decide the winner."

"That makes sense, okay!"

The two men slowly distanced themselves from each other, their aura surging. Obamu clasped his hands together again and slowly opened his fingers. A cyclone condensed in the palms of his hands. The cyclone grew bigger and bigger, and there was a faint sound of wind around him.

Galiehu's body began to twist irregularly, and the blue fighting spirit slowly condensed to the top of his head. Then he put his hands on the ground, making a strange attacking posture.

Following Obamu's loud shout: "Hungry Wolf Roar!!!"

Obamu opened his hands wide with his ten fingers curled up, just like a hungry wolf opening its bloody mouth. A cyclone of air whistled out of its mouth, and a hurricane attacked Galiehu. The fighting spirit bombs mixed in the hurricane were endless and burst towards Galiehu together.

Obamu let out a long sigh, this was his strongest attack. Galiehu's fish fist fighting skills were full of tricks, like a loach, and it was difficult to hit him. And this hungry wolf roar was a large-scale attack. The hurricane could lock the opponent's body, and the fighting spirit bullets hidden in the hurricane would definitely hit Galiehu's head.