Chapter 52: Wind Slash, One Punch Knock Down

“Hahahaha!” Xu Zhengming launched his Mystical Power and hopped onto the platform while laughing.

“Come on, trash! I’ll let you know how strong a Mystical Warrior is!” Xu Zhengming was staring at Xu Yang, and his eyes were full of provocation. “This time, I’ll break your bones and have you lie in bed for three months.”

“Gosh. It seems that the resentment between Xu Zhengming and Xu Yang is quite serious. Xu Zhengming hates Xu Yang very much!” Someone whispered.

“What’s going to happen to Xu Yang? He might be beaten to death.”

“As I see it, that won’t happen. Our Uncles and Grandfathers at the northside are watching them. They will save Xu Yang at a suitable time and they won’t let someone die. However, he is destined to be badly beaten up.”

The number Xu Zhengxin got was Divine No.9. He did not care about his opponent but was observing Xu Yang with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

‘He was already a Mystical Warrior the last time I met him at the Warm Pavilion. Why are there no traces of Mystical Power around his body like he is still in the Mystical Learner stage?’ Xu Zhengxin thought to himself.

Xu Yang finally took action when the crowd was busy discussing. He jumped succinctly up to two feet in the air. He was like a humanoid bluestone that fell heavily on the platform, making a rumbling loud noise.

There was silence in the gymnasium when the spectators saw spider-web-like cracks under Xu Yang’s feet.

The ring was made of basalt stone and was extremely strong. Even a Mystical Warrior was not able to cause too much damage to it if he were to bombard it with Mystical Power. However, Xu Yang merely hit the ground with his physical strength and cracks appeared! Was that not ridiculous?

‘I wonder how strong his physical strength is.’ Plenty of youngsters of the Xu family had the same thought.

“Since you are so eager to knock on death’s door, make sure you don’t blame others when that happens.” Xu Yang said indifferently to Xu Zhengming.

“Wait!” Xu Zhengming waved his hand. “Xu Yang, do you know that you are not allowed to use Mystical Armor in the Grand Family Tournament? You must use your own cultivation to fight!” He thought of the scene in which Xu Yang received his Mystical Iron Palm successfully half a month ago.

“Zhengming is right. Xu Yang, you are violating the rules if you use a hidden Mystical Armor. It is still not too late to take it out.” Xu Qingliu agreed with his son and said, as if he was being fair and just. His eyes flashed with greed when he mentioned Mystical Armor.

“I don’t have any Mystical Armor.” Xu Yang said placidly.

“Do you dare to receive an inspection?” Xu Zhengming yelled at him.

“Fine by me as long as you receive an inspection too.” Xu Yang’s tone was frosty.

There were people arguing under the ring. Xu Yang was only a Mystical Learner. He would be unable to contend with Xu Zhengming who was a Mystical Warrior even if he had a Mystical Armor. They thought that Xu Zhengming was being too cautious and that he was lacking in demeanor.

Many amidst the crowd felt that Xu Zhengming’s suspicion made sense. Xu Yang was behaving much too calmly. A Mystical Learner’s face would have surely turned pale and be sweating profusely when facing an opponent at the Mystical Warrior stage. Xu Yang’s steady attitude must mean that he was hiding a Mystical Armor which could help him to deal with Xu Zhengming!

Two Xu family’s guards then started the inspection on Xu Yang and Xu Zhengming after apologizing about having to do so.

“Master, both of them are not hiding any Mystical Armor.” One of the guards made a fist-and-palm salute and reported to Xu Qingliu.

Plenty of the youngsters of the Xu family snickered under the ring. Xu Zhengming’s false accusations had caused him to lose his demeanor even before the fight had begun. However, Xu Yang was not hiding any Mystical Armor. This portrayed Xu Zhengming as a person who judged someone else based on his own lowly standards.

Xu Zhengming’s face turned red after he heard the laughter of the crowd. He then grudgingly said, “Okay. Now we can have a fair fight.”

The laughter under the ring became louder. A fair fight? How could he say that it was a fair fight when it was a Mystical Warrior fighting with a Mystical Learner?

“You talk too much.” Xu Yang’s face was still calm.

A trace of fierce anger flashed in Xu Zhengming’s eyes and light green Wind-Mystical Power poured out. “You are knocking on death’s door!”

“Wind Slash!” Xu Zhengming condensed all of the Mystical Power in his entire body and formed a huge green blade. He walked one step forward, as his palm was slashed fiercely through the air, and the green blade rushed rapidly toward Xu Yang.

“Marvelous! The Mystical Technique, Wind Slash, is extremely sharp and its strength has exceeded one hundred juns!” Some of the Xu family’s youngsters’ faces turned pale. “Xu Zhengming wants to kill him! Xu Yang would be heavily injured even if he does not die after receiving this attack!”

Xu Qinglu’s expression suddenly changed when he saw the scene at a place not far from them. He said, “Quick, stop him!”

Xu Yang snickered and stretched out his left hand. There was rich red Mystical Power gushing out from his hand. His left hand turned grey, as if there was a rock extending to his wrist under the fiery red color.

A strange sound produced by friction came and the crowd was surprised to see that Xu Yang was using only one of his hands to receive Xu Zhengming’s Wind Slash. The huge green blade burst apart when it rubbed against his defending arm under violent wind rotations.

The residual power of the Wind Slash destroyed by Xu Yang furiously churned and whirled the clouds of dust on the platform high up in the air like a vortex.

“Fire Mystical Power!”

“He has Fire Mystical Power. Xu Yang is a Mystical Warrior!”

The audience exclaimed in shock.

Xu Yang swiftly rushed in front of Xu Zhengming and punched out when Xu Zhengming was stunned in utter disbelief.

Xu Zhengming was taken aback by his attack and he hastily crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Crack!

The heavy punch with two hundred Juns of strength easily broke Xu Zhengming’s defense, and the sound of breaking bones was clearly heard. Xu Zhengming was knocked into the air like a torn sack.

“Stop!” Xu Qingliu was extremely angry and rushed forward. He wanted to grab Xu Yang’s collar with his hand to stop him from attacking further.

Xu Yang seemed to have a pair of eyes behind his head. He deftly avoided Xu Qingliu’s hands and shadowed Xu Zhengming who had been tossed high up in the air. Then, he raised his palms into the air.

Pap! Pap!

A crisp and clear slapping sound could be heard. Xu Zhengming’s body was smacked vehemently, and he rotated several times in mid-air before falling from the platform.

The audience gave way to his fall, and Xu Zhengming’s body fell heavily on the ground with a loud sound. His arms drooped softly by his side, it was apparent that he had suffered fractured bones. What was even worse was his rather handsome face that was heavily bruised and badly swollen, as two lines of blood flowed from his mouth.

Xu Yang had exerted control on his strength at the last few slaps but it was still strong enough to knock out half of Xu Zhengming’s teeth, a terrible sight to behold.

“You…” The referee Xu Qingliu, who was in charge of hosting the tournament, roared when he saw his son’s miserable condition. “I told you to stop. Why did you continue attacking mercilessly?”

Xu Yang replied calmly, “Why should I stop since he didn’t surrender?”

Xu Qingliu was speechless and he could only say, “Whatever it may be, your attacks are too violent. I want to revoke your qualification to continue participating in the tournament!”

“Xu Yang’s attacks are indeed rather violent.”

“Violent? Didn’t you see Xu Zhengming’s Wind Slash that was going to tear Xu Yang apart?”

“Yes. Xu Zhengming was more violent than Xu Yang. Didn’t you see that Xu Yang had controlled his strength in the last few slaps?”

The audience was arguing amongst themselves. Most of the Xu family’s youngsters thought that it was not Xu Yang’s fault. There were only a few youngsters who were close to Xu Zhengming thinking that it was Xu Yang who had crossed the line.

A middle-aged man with a stern face walked onto the platform. He said indifferently to Xu Qingliu, “Did you just say that Xu Yang was being too violent, and that you want to revoke his qualification? Who gave you the power to do that?”

Xu Qingliu retreated a step backward. The man was the third son of the manor master, Xu Qinggang.

Xu Qingliu was in charge of purchasing items for the family. Most of the celebrations in the family were hosted by him. His status was quite high in the Xu family. Xu Qingliu was not even afraid of Xu Qinglu, who was the manor master’s eldest son. However, he was afraid of Xu Qinggang.