C17 Friends

The sky was already dark, and the surroundings of the stage were filled with dense forest. The stage was so dark that one could no longer see anything. The two bird cries in the forest seemed to be urging the people on stage. The two of them had been fighting for an entire day without stopping. However, the fight wasn't that exciting because both of them were already injured at the start of the match.

Since his birth, he had relied on the absorption of Jun Wu Yi's cultivation base to grow his soul, and had been able to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and then absorb it into the host's body. Therefore, Jun Wu Yi had been diligently cultivating in the early years of his life, but was now being absorbed by the white tiger, which had led to a major illness.

Jun Wu Chen's father had once said that Jun Wu Chen's Divine Light Divine Body was the Holy Light of the Holy Body, and as long as one possessed a higher cultivation base, Holy Light could be displayed, and once one had a higher cultivation base, they could not help but help protect the body, and could also destroy the enemy's defenses. Holy Light's defense was five times stronger than Holy Body's, and its attack power was two times stronger than an ordinary Holy Body's, thus, the Holy Body's cultivation level was usually higher than ordinary people's, but if the Holy Body's cultivation level was not high, then the effects of Holy Light would be negligible.

The two of them did not know of their own advantages, so after their second exchange, they had used brute force to defeat their advantage. Jun Wu Yi's White Tiger's cultivation was much lower than Jun Wu Yi's, but Jun Wu Chen's Saint Body couldn't handle a single blow from Jun Mo Xie's palm, which was why Jun Wu Chen hadn't been able to sense it since Jun Wu Yi had been injured. However, the White Tiger was only a part of Jun Wu Yi's spirit, and would be able to fully recover in half a day's time if Jun Wu Yi continued to recuperate in peace.

Jun Wu Yi was standing on the stage with one hand on his chest and the other on his purple pillar, staring at Jun Wu Chen. Jun Wu Chen's hands were crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes were staring at Jun Wu Yi, as if looking for an opportunity to attack. Neither of them was willing to admit defeat as they bitterly endured.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew past Jun Wu Chen, making the leaves behind him rustle, but strangely enough, it carried a message in it: "You two youngsters, you have been fighting for a long time, and are on par with each other, and have no way of winning or losing, and can only end up getting hurt in the process. I can see that you two are very cunning and mean, but you only have eighty percent of your skill, so you want to beat your opponent but you don't want to hurt your opponent. Jun Wu Chen was startled, and felt that what he said was quite true. He withdrew his hand and looked at Jun Wu Yi. Jun Wu Yi relaxed his body and slowly stood up. He cupped his hands in the direction of the wind and said: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance. Young man, you have a lot to teach!" Then, he looked down at Jun Wu Chen and said: "Brother Jun Wu Chen, we're in a difficult situation today, and might injure our vitality if we keep fighting like this. Why don't we go back and rest for a bit, and then wait until tomorrow?" Jun Wu Chen also felt the same way, so he said to Jun Wu Yi: "Alright, we'll fight again tomorrow!" The two of them then walked towards the Jun residence.

When they arrived at the Jun residence, the two of them took a bath and changed their clothes. Jun Wu Yi ordered the kitchen to prepare several dishes and wine, and the servants to bring out several jars of good wine to drink with Jun Wu Chen. Jun Wu Yi said: "Brother Jun Wu Chen is really intelligent, this first move of mine was able to shake the mountains and rivers, while the white tiger was rushing forward in time and space, and it was able to crush the enemy. Although it would've taken a lot of spirit power to escape from its first move, but I feel that it would've been detrimental to the spellcaster, so I modified it a little and used the Purple Qi to cover my body, and no matter how the enemy tried to escape, this move would at least be able to wound him, and let me gain the upper hand."

Jun Wu Chen smiled faintly and said, "Brother Jun, you're being too serious. At that time, I was extremely anxious and was on the verge of getting hit, so I didn't think too much about it and used all my strength to deflect the flying sword."

Jun Wu Yi laughed heartily and said: "I never thought that I would design this move so that no one would be able to match up with the flying sword in a head-on fight, and so it ended up becoming a fatal flaw." "It seems that if it wasn't for Brother Jun, I might have suffered some losses in the future. Come, let me toast you."

Jun Wu Chen raised his glass and clinked it with Jun Wu Yi's. He then took a sip of the cup, and a hot and spicy air flowed down his esophagus, all the way to his stomach. Jun Wu Chen put down his wine cup and said to Jun Wu Yi: "You are really fast in changing moves. I had just broken my first move, and your big white tiger came back with your flying sword." It forced me to fight against the White Tiger head on. " Jun Wu Yi's face was filled with admiration as he looked at Jun Wu Chen: "Brother, this move of yours has really frightened me, and my white tiger, according to the elders in the sect, was actually able to defeat an elder of my sect, and then got shattered by you. Brother Jun is truly extraordinary."

Jun Wu Chen broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected that the White Tiger would be weaker than the flying sword, but he never expected it to be so strong. Jun Wu Chen smiled faintly and said: "I wouldn't dare to fight him head on now, but I feel pain all over, and my internal organs have been turned upside down. It's fortunate that it's only temporarily, otherwise I might have lost the match." The two burst into laughter. Then, they began to drink their wine cup by cup. As they drank, they talked about the fight that had taken place today. They were overjoyed. After drinking half a jar of wine, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

The next day, Jun Wu Chen was still awake, meditating and cultivating in preparation for the next competition. After the meal, the two flew back to the arena. On the way, Jun Wu Yi suddenly urged his spirit power to speed up his flight towards the platform. Jun Wu Chen sped up his flight, knowing that this was a competition of inner strength. He didn't hesitate to condense his magic power, turn his body into a red jade blade, and flew away.

Jun Wu Chen was flying at an incredible speed as he approached the Jun residence from a distance. After waking up this morning, Jun Wu Chen secretly circulated his internal energy, discovering that his cultivation had risen by one stage compared to yesterday. Originally, his spirit energy was circulating in an unsteady manner, but the amount of spirit energy absorbed had increased by almost two times, which was a sign of advancement.

Jun Wu Yi had already arrived at the podium, and was waiting for his arrival. Seeing Jun Wu Chen, Jun Wu Yi said: "Brother Jun is so fast, I just stood still." Jun Wu Chen said: "I still can't compare to Brother Jun. I'm here, let's begin." Jun Wu Yi's feet touched the stage, and then he suddenly wanted to attack, which was obviously a 'revenge' for Jun Wu Yi's sudden acceleration. Jun Wu Yi laughed heartily, and said: "Good, good!" Jun Wu Chen's hand gripped the sword hilt, and was about to reach Jun Wu Chen's sword. Jun Wu Chen's hand was tightly clenched onto the Zhanmadao, as he was about to fight with Jun Wu Yi.

Jun Wu Chen's blade attack landed on Jun Wu Yi's shoulder, but Jun Wu Chen's left hand blocked Jun Wu Yi's attack, but Jun Wu Chen's palm had already hit Jun Wu Yi's chest, and he was unintentionally moving back a few steps, but Jun Wu Chen was already in the air, and could only use his strength in one move. Jun Wu Chen's attack had no impact on Jun Wu Yi's blade, and Jun Wu Chen's blade was already slashing towards Jun Wu Chen's shoulder, but Jun Wu Chen's left hand had already struck Jun Wu Yi's chest, and Jun Wu Chen's attack had no effect. Jun Wu Yi laughed heartily and said: "Brother Jun, you're quite a martial arts man, be careful!" Jun Wu Chen waved his two arms in the air so fast that he couldn't see how many arms were in front of him, and then said: "Let me try my 'Thirty-six Cloud Piercing Hands'!" Jun Wu Chen was flustered and panicked as he didn't know how to break his defense, but he could only take the blow head on with his palm, and it seemed as if his many arms were just illusions. Jun Wu Chen relaxed and calmed down, but just as the 'Cloud Piercing Palm' was about to end, a palm struck Jun Wu Chen's chest, and then a palm followed up. The last giant wall pushed Jun Wu Chen far away, almost knocking him off the platform.

The Zhen Qi inside Jun Wu Chen's body was rampaging about, making him extremely uncomfortable. He then froze on the spot, and began to recuperate. Jun Wu Yi withdrew his hand and said: "Brother Jun, you're too careless. My Cloud Piercing Hand's illusions are unpredictable, and it's hard to guard against it. "You hit me just now, and now that I hit you again, we're even. Let's do it again!" Jun Wu Chen had already recovered after recuperating for a while, and said: "The Cloud Piercing Hand is indeed as its name suggests, and it must be the masterpiece of your brother. I admit that I've been hit, and I admit that we've come again!" Jun Wu Yi's eyes were sharp as a torch, and every time he attacked Jun Wu Yi, Jun Wu Chen would be able to see through his real body, but Jun Wu Chen had no choice but to backfire and fly backward, forming a seal with his hand, and condensing a flaming sword behind his back, which would give rise to a powerful aura. Jun Wu Yi didn't hesitate to use his sword, and immediately changed his spell, drawing out a purple and white long sword and shouting: "Go!" The two flying swords flew into the air, battling endlessly. With each clash of the two swords, the purple-white sword would use the cold air to suppress the light of the flaming sword, gradually gaining the upper hand. Jun Wu Chen realized that the situation wasn't looking good, so he no longer cared about the swords in the sky, and rushed towards Jun Wu Yi. His spirit power was surging and radiating brilliantly, and the two of them had been fighting for an entire day. By evening, Jun Wu Chen was exhausted and could barely stand. Jun Wu Yi was relatively better off, but his cultivation was still a bit higher. Jun Wu Yi also stopped fighting, and called Jun Wu Chen back home, and promised that he would fight again the next day.

The two of them had been fighting for more than ten days, and each time, they had been unable to find a victor. However, Jun Wu Yi had always been the one who had the upper hand.

Both of them felt that the other one was their best friend. Therefore, after the last day, Jun Wu Yi said: "Let's go back to the Jun residence, and I'll have my father take charge of the whole affair. What do you think?" Jun Wu Chen was happy, and didn't decline. He agreed to form an eight-bow friendship with Jun Wu Yi.