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"Do you really think you can use physical strength to confront the sword techniques of Tang Fengxue, the third young master of the capital? Where's your intelligence?!"
Looking at Lin Qiubai's somewhat foolish actions, the young martial artists couldn't help but mock him.
"The physical strength of a martial artist is the weakest. Even the strongest in the Creation Realm can't withstand a full strike from a first-level Yuan Dan Realm warrior. Lin Qiubai is overestimating himself. Defeat is certain."
Just when everyone thought the outcome was already decided, Lin Qiubai's unadorned fist collided with Tang Fengxue's brilliant sword light.
That sword light stirred up countless storms of vitality as it clashed against Lin Qiubai's fist.
However, the bloodshed everyone imagined did not occur.
Instead, Tang Fengxue was sent flying back like a kite with its string cut, retreating ten meters in mid-air before finally stopping.
Seeing this stark contrast, over twenty thousand young martial artists below the Bai Lu Mountain Tavern gasped in shock.
He casually threw a punch and shattered Tang Fengxue?!
At that moment, they no longer dared to underestimate Lin Qiubai in the slightest.
This level of strength was simply despairingly powerful!
"It seems that relying solely on physical strength poses no significant problem in crushing a mid-level genius martial artist from the Yuan Dan Realm."
Lin Qiubai stood firmly in mid-air, looking calmly at Tang Fengxue as if defeating the third young master of the capital was merely a trivial matter.
"You have lost."
Immediately, Lin Qiubai waved his hand, signaling Tang Fengxue to leave this place.
However, Tang Fengxue stubbornly gritted her teeth.
"It's still too early to say that! I thought I could easily defeat you, but your speed forced me to remove these two hundred thousand pounds of leg weights..."
Oh?
Lin Qiubai raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Tang Fengxue bent down, lifted her long robe, and skillfully removed the two heavy iron leg weights.
The weights fell from mid-air, embedding deeply into the bluestone floor.
Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists were all taken aback.
So it turns out that Tang Fengxue was fighting while carrying such a heavy burden?
No wonder...
She was unable to defeat Lin Qiubai.
For an ordinary martial artist, carrying a burden of two hundred thousand pounds would make even moving extremely difficult. Yet Tang Fengxue was still able to maintain astonishing speed.
Truly terrifying.
Now that Tang Fengxue had removed the two hundred thousand pounds of weight, defeating Lin Qiubai should be no problem.
Everyone looked on with anticipation.
After all, Tang Fengxue is the Third Young Master of the Imperial Capital and a strong contender for the top ten on the upcoming Thirty-Three States Hidden Dragon List.
How could he possibly lose to a martial artist from Beiliang Prefecture?
In a remote place like Beiliang, it has been hundreds of years since a young martial artist made it into the top hundred of the Hidden Dragon List.
Even if a remarkable young prodigy were to appear by chance, they would still be unable to compete with the top three young masters of the Imperial Capital!
This is an ironclad rule. Martial artists from the Imperial Capital are naturally strong!
Lin Qiubai remained silent, waiting for Tang Fengxue to find his strongest state before defeating this so-called Third Young Master of the Imperial Capital with one move.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be impressive enough.
However, Tang Fengxue was taking his time.
"I will only untie my leg bindings when I face the top two young masters of the Imperial Capital. If you can force me to this extent, you can take pride in that."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai couldn't help but scoff inwardly.
This person is quite peculiar. Clearly sent flying by a punch and unable to fight back, yet he insists on making excuses.
Is he afraid to face reality?
"Then so be it; I will defeat you with one move."
Lin Qiubai stepped forward, moving like the wind, transforming into an afterimage that vanished into thin air in an instant, leaving only a flurry of white shadows behind.
Tang Fengxue's gaze darted rapidly through the void, scanning each afterimage in quick succession, trying to capture Lin Qiubai's true position among them.
However, he was overwhelmed and unable to keep up with the speed at which Lin Qiubai's afterimages disappeared and reappeared.
As a result, beads of sweat began to form on Tang Fengxue's forehead.
"What’s going on? Why isn’t Tang Fengxue moving?"
"Perhaps he believes that remaining still can counter all changes!"
The martial artists below explained.
However, in the next moment, a look of panic rose in their eyes.
Because Lin Qiubai had suddenly appeared behind Tang Fengxue.
With a light and effortless punch,
Tang Fengxue immediately reacted, shooting backward...
Seeing this, tens of thousands of Young Martial Artists covered their eyes, unable to bear to watch.
Because Tang Fengxue had directly collided with Lin Qiubai's iron fist.
Why did he crash into the punch?!
Why would he make such a basic mistake?!
The tens of thousands of martial artists expressed their confusion.
In fact, Tang Fengxue was also at a loss for words; he felt utterly hopeless.
At that moment, he clearly felt a sudden gust of wind in front of him, as if Lin Qiubai had appeared, prompting him to instinctively fly backward.
However, unexpectedly, he collided abruptly with the muzzle of a gun...
Tang Fengxue spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight down from the void, caught by a strong warrior from the Creation Realm standing nearby.
The scene of tens of thousands of people fell into an instant silence...
From beginning to end, he had been crushing the Third Young Master of the Imperial Capital.
In the initial moments, it was understandable that Tang Fengxue, with two hundred thousand pounds tied to his legs, was defeated in one move.
However, after removing the weights and still being defeated in one move, that was simply unacceptable.
There was only one explanation: Lin Qiubai was too strong, leaving Tang Fengxue far behind!
"To defeat Tang Fengxue in one move. What would happen to the Second Young Master of the Imperial Capital and First Young Master in front of Lin Qiubai? I heard that First Young Master wanted to defeat Tang Fengxue but did not do so so effortlessly..."
In the face of absolute strength, the confidence of the young martial artists from the Imperial Capital was crumbling.
"I believe First Young Master will definitely not lose! After all, he recently fought against a disciple from the Holy Sect.
At that time, they were evenly matched. That disciple had been training in the Holy Sect for a year. This shows First Young Master Xia Qing's strength."
Hearing some martial artists' discussions, everyone felt as if they had received a shot of adrenaline; their previously low spirits lifted slightly.
The strength of First Young Master was unshakeable.
If First Young Master wished, he could probably also defeat the Third Young Master in one move.
Everyone here is a martial artist from the Imperial Capital, so they should leave each other some face.
Yes, it must be like that!
Lin Qiubai was unaware of what these people were thinking. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He waved his sleeve and scanned the crowd, speaking calmly.
"Is there no one else who wishes to challenge?"
The tens of thousands of martial artists below the Bai Lu Mountain Tavern were surprisingly silent under the invisible pressure.
"If there are no more challenges, we can disperse for today!"
Lin Qiubai was too lazy to waste time and turned to head back into the tavern.
"Wait!"
In the distance, a golden palanquin broke through the air and quickly arrived in front of the Bai Lu Mountain Tavern. It floated in mid-air, standing alongside the fairies from the Yihua Sacred Palace.
From within the golden palanquin came a low voice.
Bie Xue Xian Ji and her companions looked at the golden palanquin with great interest, anticipating the upcoming battle.
Lin Qiubai slowly turned around, his gaze calm.
"Xia Qing. I wish to fight you."
The young man in a brocade robe stepped out of the palanquin and cupped his hands towards Lin Qiubai.
Without paying attention to anything else, he instantly entered a combat state, his mind focused as if everything else had been blocked out of his consciousness.
He took out a black-sheathed longsword from his storage ring.
The longsword slowly emerged from its sheath.
The sharp blade was exposed to the air, causing the space around it to crack with fissures.
Yuan Chonghuan gazed at the black sword, his eyes filled with intense heat.
What a fine sword!
Lin Qiubai also looked at Xia Qing with great interest.
"This is an ancestral royal-grade mid-tier Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact of my Xia Family. It is also one of the few high-level Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifacts of the Divine Manifestation Dynasty!
Although defeating you relies on the advantage of the Spirit-Level High-Grade Artifact, it is still a form of strength.
I hope you understand that there is no absolute fairness in this world."
Hearing Xia He's series of nonsensical remarks, Lin Qiubai smiled meaningfully.
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