noffsinger Chapter 82 One punch instantly kills the Zou family expert!
Chapter 82 One punch instantly kills the Zou family expert!
On the arena, the mountain wind whipped up dust that filled the air, creating a chilling atmosphere that could freeze a person to death.
The Zou family expert was bent over, panting heavily, like an exhausted old dog.
His eyes were fixed on Lu Jingchen opposite him, his hands were trembling, and his Taoist robe was soaked with sweat.
He spent ages trying to rub Lu Jingchen, but he didn't even touch the hem of Lu Jingchen's clothes; it was just pure scraping.
He was completely exhausted and was barely holding on by sheer willpower, his face turning bright red.
Lu Jingchen stood there, looking utterly dejected, shaking his head helplessly as if watching a monkey show.
Lu Jingchen (looking impatient):
"You're slow and you still don't accept it. You've been hitting me for ages and it's just like tickling me."
"This is really boring. Let's stop dawdling and finish this quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingchen seemingly casually threw a punch forward.
The fist blasted out like a thunderclap, carrying a devastating force.
The Zou family expert's body trembled violently, and his eyes widened instantly.
His face was filled with disbelief; he didn't even have time to run away, and he froze on the spot.
The next second, the force of the punch landed squarely on his chest.
The Zou family expert fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the stone slab of the arena.
After a muffled thud, there was no more sound.
The Zou family members below the stage were stunned for three seconds before they seemed to wake up from a dream.
They rushed onto the stage like madmen, surrounding the fallen masters and crying out for their parents.
The Zou family (in a state of extreme terror, their voices hoarse):
"Big brother! Big brother, wake up!"
"Quick! Save him! Call a doctor right now!"
The entire audience erupted in an uproar, with exclamations and cries of "Holy crap!" flooding the room.
The scions of prominent families who were watching were all dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.
"I'm dumbfounded! One punch and he's dead? That was a near-Grandmaster!"
"Just who is this kid? He's got some serious connections!"
"What kind of incredible connections has the Bai family gotten together with?!"
In the stands, Wei Kun's face turned deathly pale as he watched the Zou family expert fall on the stage.
He was trembling all over, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him, and his eyes were filled with horror.
Wei Kun (his voice trembled like a leaf):
"This... how is this possible? Just one punch?"
"Qian Qianjue was a near-Grandmaster! Gone just like that?"
Ghost Hand Seven, standing to the side, frowned deeply, snorted coldly, and continued to put on a show of bravado.
His face was brimming with arrogance, and his nostrils practically pointed to the sky.
Ghost Hand Seven (feigning composure, face full of disdain):
"Judging from that punch he just threw, he's at most broken through to the eighth level of the Transformation Realm."
"Fortunately, I have already broken through to the ninth level, so in my eyes he is just a little brother."
"He could never be a match for me, you can rest assured."
Just then, Master Xuanyang slowly walked to the front of the arena.
He cleared his throat and announced the result in a loud voice, his authoritative voice resounding throughout the entire stadium.
Xuan Yang Zhenren (with a booming voice and overwhelming aura):
"The Bai family of Jiangnan wins this battle!"
"The loser must step down immediately. Any other family wishing to issue a challenge, please step forward now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Kun gritted his teeth, like a gambler with bloodshot eyes.
He strode forward and stood at the very front of the ring, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Wei Kun (shouting loudly, not caring about his voice cracking):
"Master Xuanyang! The Yan family of Jiangbei challenges the Bai family!"
"The stakes are still five cities! Does the Bai family dare to accept?"
The entire audience erupted in uproar once again, even more so than before, with discussions reaching a fever pitch.
"Are you crazy?! The Yan family is going all in on five cities?"
"Is this someone trying to profit from the Zou family's loss, or are they simply courting death?"
"The Bai family just finished a battle; they're probably not going to hold out much longer, are they?"
To everyone's surprise, Chu Hongyuan remained remarkably calm, showing no sign of panic whatsoever.
He took a step forward, his voice firm and resounding.
Chu Hongyuan (with a firm gaze, showing no hesitation):
"The Bai family of Jiangnan accepts this challenge!"
Wei Kun was stunned on the spot, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head, and he was dumbfounded.
He quickly turned to look at Ghost Hand Seven beside him, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, as if he had lost his backbone.
Wei Kun (lowering his voice, sweating profusely):
"Mr. Han, how dare the Bai family accept this?"
"Could that kid have also reached the ninth level of the Transformation Realm? That doesn't make sense!"
Ghost Hand Seven smiled dismissively, looking completely confident, as if he had already won.
Ghost Hand Seven (disdainful, nose in the air):
"What's the panic? Don't worry, I'm not just good at martial arts and brute force."
"Even if he truly possesses that level of cultivation, I'll kill him with magic. What does he have to compare to me?"
"Purely a case of 'dimensional reduction attack,' do you understand?"
Wei Kun breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if he had been given a reassurance, and straightened his back.
Wei Kun (quickly cupping his hands in a gesture of obsequiousness):
"Then I'll leave it all to Mr. Han! Once it's done, you'll receive every penny of the agreed-upon benefits!"
On the other side, Ghost Hand Seven walked onto the stage with his hands behind his back and a smug look on his face.
His eyes were full of contempt, looking at Lu Jingchen as if he were an ant that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.
He had barely stood still when, in the next second, his figure shot up like a dark shadow.
With a devastating force, a punch was aimed straight at Lu Jingchen's face.
They went straight for the kill, incredibly ruthless, leaving no room for retreat.
As a result, Lu Jingchen stood still, motionless, like a nail driven into the ground.
A contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were looking at an idiot, completely disregarding the punch.
Lu Jingchen (sneered, his face full of disdain):
"That's it? That's way too weak!"
"It's not even good enough to just tickle."
Lu Jingchen didn't throw a punch at all; instead, he flicked his finger lightly at the fist that was coming at him.
It was as easy as flicking away dust, done so effortlessly, without even a ounce of strength.
With a loud bang, the entire arena shook.
An incredibly powerful force erupted instantly, and Ghost Hand Seven felt his entire arm go numb in an instant.
His bones were almost broken, and he looked like a tattered sack, being beaten back repeatedly.
The soles of the shoes carved two deep grooves into the hard stone arena.
He took more than ten steps back before barely managing to steady himself, almost falling off the stage.
Ghost Hand Seven stared at his numb arm, his face filled with shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Ghost Hand Seven (his voice cracked, his face filled with disbelief):
"How...how can you possess such terrifying strength?"
"That's impossible! How old are you!"
Wei Kun, sitting in the audience, turned pale instantly, his face as white as paper, and his legs were trembling.
Chu Hongyuan cheered loudly, his fists clenched tightly, extremely excited.
Su Muyue stood to the side, shaking her head with a smile, as if she had expected this outcome.
On the stage, Ghost Hand Seven finally managed to steady himself, his face flushed red.
Enraged, his previous composure and pretentiousness vanished, leaving him looking like a clown who had been exposed.
His face was full of malice, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Ghost Hand Seven (gritting his teeth, speaking in a sinister tone):
"It seems I underestimated you, you little brat."
"But today, I must show you my true abilities!"
"I'll make sure you die knowing why!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Hand Seven's hands moved like crazy, rapidly changing hand seals.
He muttered incantations, and the air around him surged wildly, like a tornado, sending sand and stones flying.
Ghost Hand Seven let out a deafening roar:
"Sword, come!"
A piercing sword hum resounded throughout the entire arena.
A long sword, gleaming with cold light, appeared out of thin air in front of him, hovering in mid-air.
The sword vibrated and hummed, its tip pointing intently at Lu Jingchen, its killing intent almost solidifying into a tangible form.
Upon seeing this, Chu Hongyuan's expression changed drastically, as if he had been struck by lightning, his face filled with worry.
Chu Hongyuan (exclaimed in shock, his voice cracking):
"It's a magical sword control technique! This is a huge problem!"
"Martial arts are easy to defend against, but magic is hard to block! Will Grandmaster Lu be in danger?"
Su Muyue, standing beside him, remained completely calm, showing no sign of panic whatsoever.
She turned her head, glanced at Chu Hongyuan who was pacing anxiously, and calmly spoke.
Su Muyue (in a flat tone, as if saying the weather was nice today):
"Don't worry, it's just a sword control technique. It's nothing special."
"In front of Lu Jingchen, this is just a showpiece, all looks and no substance."
She turned her head back to look at the ring, her eyes filled with unwavering trust, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Su Muyue continued:
"With Lu Jingchen here, you can all rest assured."
"His skills are so rudimentary, they're not even enough to fill his teeth."
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence, with everyone's eyes focused on the ring.
Ghost Hand Seven's sword control technique was ready to be unleashed, brimming with murderous intent.
But Lu Jingchen remained standing there, hands in his pockets, not even lifting his eyelids.
It was as if the flying sword in front of him, capable of taking a life in an instant, was nothing more than a piece of scrap metal in his eyes.
The mountain wind whipped the banners, and everyone held their breath, waiting to see the final outcome of this earth-shattering duel.