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In the Outer Court Dojo of the Myriad Spirit Sect, Zhao Yang stood like a rebellious youth, facing the accusations and criticisms from those surrounding him with a faint smile, meeting their gazes with the same expression.
Long Xiao Wu patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder and stood beside him, wearing a pained expression. "I told you, brother, next time you kill someone, give me a heads-up. Every time I end up covered in blood, I..." Long Xiao Wu began to gag again.
"Senior Brother Qin, let me take care of him. Otherwise, this arrogant brat will think he can rule just because he ambushed someone without any martial skills!" A burly man with only one ear spoke up. He was extremely tall, nearly two meters, with muscles rippling across his bronze skin. A dark red scar slashed diagonally across his nose, clearly a veteran of many battles. He was a disciple from the previous generation and at the eighth level of Qi Refinement Stage.
Qin Army nodded and said, "Alright, go ahead. This kid is a bit strange, so be careful."
"Crush him!"
"Tear him in half so he knows the consequences of arrogance!"
As the swaying figure of the burly man approached, Zhao Yang turned to Qin Army and said, "Why let these oddballs come here to die? If they have the ability to kill me, they should come themselves. Can't they gauge their own strength before fighting others?"
"Don't just rely on your tongue. Senior Brother Qin killing you would dirty his hands. I could crush you with just two fingers!" Big Guy Li Mang shouted as he swung his arm to gather strength for a blow that would turn Zhao Yang into pulp. The air sliced through as if torn apart, echoing with the roar of a beast. Everyone expected Zhao Yang to use his peculiar Cultivation Method to escape again; however, this time Li Mang's physical strength was not something that could be easily torn apart like the previous frail youth.
Yet to everyone's astonishment, Li Mang's shout abruptly ceased as he tilted his head and fell over, a dent in his skull and blood streaming from his seven orifices.
Long Xiao Wu appeared suddenly at the battleground between the two fighters. With one foot forward and one back, he bent his front leg while pushing off with his back foot. His left hand was clenched at his waist while his right hand remained poised for a punch.
"All done!" Long Xiao Wu jumped aside and sighed deeply, his expression serious.
Zhao Yang, who had been preparing to strike, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck as he cast a disdainful glance at Long Xiao Wu.
"He actually dared to ambush!"
"It’s him again! Last time he ambushed Old Meng and turned him into an idiot; now he's stuck cleaning toilets in the courtyard."
"Hey, I remember seeing him sweeping yesterday. How did he suddenly end up cleaning toilets?"
"This Three-Inch Pig truly deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces. Time and again, it strikes from the shadows, but these two are just as despicable."
"Kill this shameless fatso! Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
As soon as one person started the chant, everyone else joined in. At that moment, Big Guy Li Mang, who had been knocked to the ground by Long Xiao Wu, stood up with bloodshot eyes. Shaking his dazed head, he roared, "Who attacked me?!"
Everyone pointed their fingers at Long Xiao Wu, including Zhao Yang, who also gestured toward him.
With everyone accusing him, Long Xiao Wu smiled sheepishly and said, "Big brother, it was me."
I can't believe it!
The onlookers were left speechless.
"I'll kill you!" Big Guy Li Mang bellowed, charging forward like a raging bull, kicking up a cloud of dust. He swung his arm in a wide arc, preparing to unleash a devastating blow that would turn Long Xiao Wu into pulp. His fist glowed with a faint red flame, radiating a dazzling light that created a wave of heat in the surrounding air. However, just as he was about to reach Long Xiao Wu, Li Mang's voice suddenly cut off.
Li Mang collapsed to the ground, his jaw shattered and hanging loosely as blood dribbled from his mouth.
As the dust settled, Zhao Yang crouched low in a horse stance, one fist raised at his waist while the other remained poised to strike.
"﹢?∮?Ωε?％…"
The crowd erupted in curses.
"Two shameless fools finally met their match; it's truly disgusting." Even Qin Army, who usually maintained a good demeanor in front of others, couldn't help but curse out loud.
The three Outer Sect Elders of the Summit, along with the Master of the Myriad Spirits Sect from Cloud and the White Mist Elder, nearly fell over at the sight before them.
Zhao Yang withdrew his energy and said, "Having strength without the ability to adapt is no different from being a bull. Since this is a life-and-death battle, what does morality matter? Should I announce, 'Hey, I'm going to hit you now, so watch out?' and then arm wrestle him? You people have always treated others' lives as a joke, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If someone gets killed in return, it's somehow their fault? If you really have the ability, go kill the Sect Master! Is it really glorious to flaunt your power in front of someone weaker than you?"
Upon hearing this, the Master of the Myriad Spirits Sect instinctively stepped back; even watching from above could get him caught in the crossfire!
After finishing his words, Zhao Yang fixed his gaze on the Qin Army a few paces away and declared, "The second-ranked Outer Sect disciple over there, do you dare to fight me fairly?!"
The Qin Army tried to maintain composure despite their grim expression and asked, "Are you talking to me?"
Zhao Yang's expression turned serious as he continued to question, "I only ask if you, a ninth-layer Qi Refinement Stage disciple from last year, dare to battle me!"
"You aren't worthy; you're not fit to fight Senior Brother Qin!" Big Guy Li Mang, who had already fainted on the ground and was spitting blood, stubbornly stood up again and spoke with a slurred voice.
Sigh—
A sigh escaped Zhao Yang's lips, resonating with endless desolation and loneliness in everyone's hearts. A flash of pity and intense killing intent suddenly appeared in Zhao Yang's eyes.
"I initially spared you because I thought you were an intellectually challenged cripple. However, I detest interruptions when speaking with others. Moreover, you keep belittling me while praising that hypocrite who led you to your death. Keeping a low-quality cultivator like you in the cultivation world will only make you cannon fodder in the future. Today, I will use you as an example for those who lack vision to see what true strength is!"
"Stop bragging! I can turn you into mush with one punch! Take this—Power Piercing Mountains and Rivers!"
Li Mang roared as he formed a mysterious gesture with both hands in front of his chest. In an instant, all his energy surged toward his arms recklessly, disregarding any damage to his meridians. His right arm crackled as a layer of profound yellow True Qi enveloped it, seemingly infusing him with boundless strength.
"Don't interfere; today I will show them what real power looks like," Zhao Yang said as he glanced at Long Xiao Wu.
Just as he finished speaking, Li Mang's massive fist empowered by mysterious forces came rushing toward him. Zhao Yang's hair was blown back by the force of the punch; however, he merely extended one finger to meet it gently.
At that moment, everyone who witnessed this action thought he had lost his mind. Even Long Xiao Wu widened her eyes in shock, wanting to intervene but realizing it was too late. A single finger against a full-force strike from a ninth-layer Qi Refinement Stage disciple—no Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could withstand that.
Pop~
The sound of paper being punctured suddenly echoed through the air.
Zhao Yang's finger and Li Mang's fist were frozen in the eyes of everyone present.
All of them stood there with their mouths agape, Long Xiao Wu's jaw nearly dropping to the ground.
"Hmm?" Li Mang looked to his left, then to his right, puzzled. He then retracted his fist and muttered to himself, "What just happened? Did time stop?"
However, Zhao Yang moved as well. His finger shot forward like an arrow, piercing straight into Li Mang's massive head. With a squelching sound, blood and brain matter flowed down his long jaw.
Zhao Yang pulled his finger out and calmly wiped it on the already lifeless body of Li Mang. Then he leaped into the air, raising his foot high above his head before delivering a powerful downward strike onto Li Mang's skull. Li Mang's body nearly folded in half, with everything below his waist sinking into the dojo floor.
"Competing with me in strength? You might as well go lift some heavy dung!" Zhao Yang said as he dragged the stunned Long Xiao Wu away from the Qin Army in front of the dojo. As they passed by the Qin Army, he whispered, "You forced me to reveal my true strength; just wait."
In the clouds, the Master of the Myriad Spirits Sect stared in shock at his master beside him and asked hesitantly, "Master, was that a suppression of realms?"
"Have you ever seen someone at Qi Refinement Stage Five suppress someone at Qi Refinement Stage Nine?" White Mist Elder glanced at the Master of the Myriad Spirits Sect, whom he had raised himself. "It's the rumored method of weight and lightness. The strength of a cultivator is something no one wishes to mention—an absolute nemesis that can turn Mount Tai into a feather, making a single finger's power equivalent to that of a vast ocean. If this divine technique were to spread, even a few Old Monsters would be unsettled. However, they probably wouldn't recognize it at my level; just pretend you didn't see anything. I still need to sort this out. This kid is likely not just that Chubby's servant." With that, White Mist Elder slowly vanished into thin air like smoke.
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