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In the next moment, Zhao Yang vanished without a trace, only to reappear silently behind Wu Youth. He seized both of Wu Youth's arms and pressed down on the back of his head, executing the move with lightning speed, almost as if it had happened in the blink of an eye.
At the instant Zhao Yang disappeared, Long Xiao Wu sprang into action, leaping into the air and tracing an arc as he propelled himself off the ground. The earth beneath him cracked instantly as he roared, his voice booming like thunder. Golden light radiated from his fist, illuminating everything around him. With a resounding impact, blood splattered as Wu Youth's head was driven deep into the ground, leaving nothing visible above his neck.
In the crowd, Xiao Youth cautiously stretched his neck to take a glance before quickly retreating.
A relentless barrage of fists and kicks rained down on Wu Youth until he ceased to breathe and lay motionless.
Everyone was stunned; what kind of coordination was this? Their methods were so ruthless and merciless. A mid-stage Foundation Establishment expert had been knocked out before he even realized what was happening? Normally, there would be some sort of pre-fight dialogue or at least a formal starting move. They had always done it that way during their battles in the Inner Courtyard for over a decade. By the time the crowd regained their senses and rushed forward to help, Wu Youth was already lifeless. Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu simultaneously jumped back, striking a pose as if they had just finished a performance.
"It was him who told us to do it!"
"We followed his instructions completely."
"How could there be such strange orders?"
"He said he didn't need your help."
"A real man just stands there and doesn't move!"
Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu spoke in unison, as if rehearsed beforehand, without any pauses, fearing that the crowd might turn against them. Their ability to take down Wu Youth so easily stemmed from catching him off guard and his own underestimation of them; after all, he was a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator and should not have been defeated in one blow.
"They actually killed Senior Brother Wu?!" someone exclaimed in shock.
"Senior Brother Wu is still moving; his Foundation Stage hasn't shattered yet! There’s still hope—quick, pull him out and get him treated before it's too late!"
The crowd was chattering away, completely oblivious to the fact that Qin Lei's expression had turned extremely awkward.
"Have you all had enough?" a deep voice erupted from Qin Lei. "Just two lowly cultivators of the physical body have caused a group of Inner Courtyard Disciples to lose their composure. No wonder you can only remain at the bottom of the Inner Courtyard."
After saying this, Qin Lei disregarded the embarrassment on everyone's faces, snorted, and stomped his foot. Like a shooting star, he flew towards Zhao Yang, shouting, "What does it matter if your physical strength is formidable? I will defeat you in your area of expertise!"
With a punch thrown, lightning crackled as if it could pierce through mountains and rivers. His long hair flowed behind him, exuding both power and beauty in the eyes of the onlookers.
"You are overconfident," Zhao Yang said calmly, slowly extending a finger. The moment Chaotic Qi made contact with the lightning, it vanished completely, leaving only a trace of force on Qin Lei's fist. To Zhao Yang, this level of power was almost equivalent to that of an ant; the only real threat lay in Qin Lei's Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation and techniques. He still did not understand just how terrifying the Foundation Establishment Stage could be.
Astonished, Qin Lei quickly withdrew his force and darted past Zhao Yang like a bolt of lightning.
"Ice Spike!" Qin Lei murmured.
Zhao Yang felt the ground tremble beneath him. Suddenly, sharp ice spikes erupted from the earth, rapidly pursuing him as he dodged. Zhao Yang had no powerful techniques at his disposal—only Void Blade and Lunar Dragon. As he was still at the Qi Refinement Stage, he couldn't afford to use too much True Qi externally; otherwise, he would exhaust his True Qi without inflicting significant damage on his opponent and would put himself in danger. With no other choice, he activated Time Walk's Divine Power again, disappearing just as the ice spikes were about to hit him.
Qin Lei remained unfazed, seemingly prepared for this outcome. He pushed against a spot three feet behind him with one palm. Zhao Yang gasped in surprise as he countered with his own palm and staggered backward. It seemed that Qin Lei was indeed intelligent and experienced in combat; otherwise, how could he have anticipated Zhao Yang's appearance behind him?
"Just a trivial skill," before Zhao Yang could voice his doubts, Qin Lei boasted about himself first. Then he leaped forward with astonishing speed, charging at Zhao Yang like a bolt of lightning. Although Zhao Yang dodged left and right each time Qin Lei grazed him, he remained calm because Enlightenment had descended upon him. His heart was tranquil as he earnestly sensed the aura of Thunder Path and observed the subtle changes in Chaos True Qi after absorbing lightning attributes.
Meanwhile, as Qin Lei and Zhao Yang fought fiercely, Long Xiao Wu had already engaged in battle with another Inner Courtyard Disciple. They exchanged blows under the pretext of sparring and teaching lessons while taking turns to gauge Long Xiao Wu's strength. This was largely due to Qin Army's instigation from the sidelines; he advised everyone not to engage Long Xiao Wu in close combat since he possessed techniques that could instantly turn one's hands to bones. Consequently, the Inner Courtyard Disciples grew curious after hearing Qin Army's words and began using their low-level techniques learned in the Inner Courtyard against Long Xiao Wu as if he were merely a target for practice.
Long Xiao Wu was furious and wanted to take down one opponent up close; however, every time he got close, the Inner Courtyard Disciples would retreat into the crowd and switch out for another. Exhausted and panting heavily with sweat pouring down his face, he looked like a ripe apple with blood rushing to his cheeks. The crowd only grew more amused at his plight, intent on wearing him out completely.
"Don't push me! You’re just a bunch of ants; even my family's servants could be your ancestors!" Long Xiao Wu fumed.
"Hey! This kid is really cute, boasting like there's no tomorrow. If it weren't for him offending Qin Lei, I wouldn't want to kill him."
"Brothers, don't be fooled by his appearance. This fatso is incredibly cunning and has committed countless evils, specializing in sneak attacks. He has enraged both gods and men, and many Outer Court Disciples want him dead. If anyone among you can take this pig down, our Outer Sect will be eternally grateful and reward the killer with all the Spirit Qi Pills. It is said that the six thousand Spirit Qi Pills from this month are still in his possession." Qin Army had witnessed Long Xiao Wu's methods and considered him a significant threat. The memory of dozens of people being turned into bones sent chills down his spine.
Long Xiao Wu angrily pointed at Qin Army and said, "You, Qin, who are you calling a pig? Don't think that just because your brother is here, I can't kill you!"
"That pig should keep quiet for now." A handsome young man holding a copper ball pointed at Long Xiao Wu. He then turned to Qin Army and asked, "Did Qin Junior Brother just say he has six thousand Spirit Qi Pills? Is that true?"
Qin Army nodded and replied, "Absolutely true. They stole all the Spirit Qi Pills from the Outer Sect—six thousand in total. If you don't believe me, you can ask him!" With that, Qin Army pulled out a bruised and battered figure from behind him—it was the Alchemist Steward.
Long Xiao Wu looked at the Alchemist Steward and smiled, "Well, well, you traitorous scoundrel. Zhao Yang didn't kill you, yet you dared to betray him. Do you know what happens to those who betray Zhao Yang?"
The Alchemist Steward wore a mournful expression and was about to speak when the Handsome Young Man interrupted him with a laugh, "Alright, no need to explain. You look like you've been beaten into psychological trauma already. Just a fat pig in the Qi Refinement Stage; I'll go kill him."
After saying this, the young man looked up at Long Xiao Wu and asked, "So, fatso, since everyone says the Spirit Qi Pills are with you, why not just admit it? Hand them over so I won't have to do it myself."
"You've got too much confidence there. Besides, when did I ever deny stealing the Spirit Qi Pills? If you're capable, come take them yourself!"
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