X-Dragon Era

In the vast underground space, four dragon shadows roared and entangled with each other. The intense booming sounds continuously interwoven, with blue, gold, red, white, and black rainbow lights flashing repeatedly, brilliant to the extreme!

Indeed, this is the underground space within the subterranean river of Combat Dragon Academy. At this moment... plunged into intense battle were none other than Xin Yun, Yi Luo Xiang, Yan Qingying, and Ming Xuan!

Although Ming Xuan had long known that the three of them were engaging in actual combat training every day, his strength had been far too weak to participate. However, now things were different. Although he was still not proficient at using the Five-Colored Divine Light, he was the strongest among them... a warrior of the Gold rank. Once unleashed, he paradoxically became the strongest one.

Of course, the "strongest" here was somewhat questionable. In terms of realm alone, he was indeed the strongest, but when it really came down to fighting, the competition wasn't just about strength and combat skills, but also about experience and wisdom!

"Shhhh..." Amid the sharp whistling sound, the Purple and Green Emperors suddenly emitted more than a dozen Sword Qi, cutting towards Ming Xuan in a crisscross pattern, the arrangement bizarrely unpredictable. No matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape the net of swords; he had to withstand at least a few blows, there was no other way.

Facing such sharp Sword Qi, Ming Xuan couldn't help but be alarmed. Swinging his right hand, gold rainbow light flashed repeatedly, hastily deflecting several Sword Qi, then promptly dodged aside.
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Although Ming Xuan wasn't injured, his complexion immediately turned extremely pale. As of today, he finally understood just how terrifying Yi Luo Xiang's strength was. Not only were her attacks sharp, but her setups were masterful. Ming Xuan had never witnessed such a level of attack before.

Even though Ming Xuan was very experienced in combat, it was obvious to think that with such weak strength, he didn't even qualify to spar with the experts. Even if the experts wished to bully someone, they would be ashamed to target someone like Ming Xuan. In the eyes of those experts, the former Ming Xuan was nothing more than an ant. Would anyone bother to bully an ant to show off their own strength? Only fellow ants would do such a thing...

In the past, Ming Xuan couldn't even withstand one strike of such attacks, but now, he finally managed to withstand one. Although the evasion was somewhat clumsy, he had, after all, defended himself, and it was important to note... after the probing contact just now, everyone had let loose and began to fight with full force.

"You've lost..." As Ming Xuan was deep in thought, a low voice came from behind him. Startled, he turned his head, only to see four nearly transparent white Spider Silks, whistling towards him.

"Not good!" Seeing this, Ming Xuan quickly waved his hand, and red rainbow light shot out from behind, instantly deflecting the four strands of Spider Poison Silk. But just at that moment, the Peacock Dragon suddenly shuddered. Turning to look, another four strands of silk had already shot over from another side, tightly winding around the Peacock Dragon's body.

"Crack... Boom!" Witnessing this, Ming Xuan reached out with his left hand, about to deflect the Spider Silks, when suddenly, a Thunderbolt from a clear sky, accompanied by a loud boom, accurately struck the Peacock Dragon.

Under the tyrannical power of the Thunderbolt, Ming Xuan violently trembled, immediately entering a paralyzed state. At the same time, in front of him, shadows multiplied, and a multitude of Spider Dragon illusions rushed towards him. The illusions then materialized, and Yan Qingying ascended above the Peacock Dragon, the Spider Dragon's sharp leg blades leveled at Ming Xuan's throat.

With a mere slash, Yan Qingying withdrew her leg blade and vanished again among the Stalagmites. This was an agreement they had all made in advance. After all, Ming Xuan had only just joined the actual combat, and their understanding of each other was not yet sufficient. Therefore, they stopped at the point of contact, and once defeated, that round was considered over. However, the second round started immediately, with no pause during the two hours of combat training!

On the surface, it seemed as if the other three were attacking Ming Xuan, but in reality, that was not the case. It was a free-for-all battle; everyone was fighting for themselves, attacking each other at will. As soon as you showed a flaw, everyone would turn to attack you.

If it were an ordinary team, such a free-for-all would surely be about who had the most victories, but Xin Yun and the others were different. They focused on who had the fewer defeats. Like just now, although Yan Qingying was the last to defeat Ming Xuan, it didn't provide her with any benefit. It just added another defeat to Ming Xuan's record and did not add any weight to her own achievements. The fruits of victory were shared by the three other than Ming Xuan.

Standing on the Peacock Dragon, Ming Xuan was still shaken. He was very aware that if this had been a real battle, he would have died once by now. After all... in an actual battle, death means no second chance.

Originally, having acquired the super powerful combat technique, the Five-Colored Divine Light, Ming Xuan thought he would be invincible. But after this battle, he suddenly realized he still had a long way to go, especially in encounters with expert fighters—he was far too lacking.

Compared with Xin Yun, Yi Luo Xiang, and Yan Qingying, what were those opponents he had faced before? Children playing with mud and urinating? Even to describe them that way might be overestimating them!

Precise, exact, meticulous, spectacular... Ming Xuan didn't know what words to use to describe the battle between the trio of Xin Yun. There was no need to mention mistakes because they simply did not exist. If anyone showed even a hint of a vulnerability, it would immediately invite the others' storm-like attacks. Under the continuous strikes of the other two, that person with a flaw was doomed to lose; the only difference lay in how long they could hold out. The other two would never give him the chance to correct a mistake.