How utterly savage was Qin Fen's Eighteen Divine Dragons Gathering Wind and Cloud? How fierce was the power generated by eighteen streams of True Qi interwoven? A single punch unleashed a blast capable of completely deforming the protective steel plates of an armored car, let alone the flesh and blood body of a Nine-Star Martial Artist.
In that fleeting instant, Ouyang Yan’s mental state, driven by explosive anger, had pushed his aura and battle techniques to the absolute extreme; to be able to cross his arms and meet Yang Lie’s bombardment head-on in a flash of lightning and fire was already beyond his normal level of performance.
Unfortunately, the gap between the two sides was simply too vast in terms of combat skills, fighting will, and the comprehensive strength derived from the intensity of their Star-level True Qi.
Ouyang Yan was merely a Nine-Star level martial artist, not even reaching the pinnacle of that rank. Dragon King Yang Lie had long since broken through the Nine-Star peak, achieved Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate status, entering the Ten-Star realm, and had managed a short period of stabilization there.
Such a disparity in power could not be compensated for merely by a burst of rage that pushed the mental state to its limit.
Martial artists are not Saints; -α-р．①⑥κχS．&qu;ò they have no Cosmos to burn, no ability to make an ant bite an elephant through sheer willpower.
Mind, Technique, Body.
Even achieving the ultimate a Nine-Star level could offer, the gap in strength was too immense to simply patch up through effort.
Thud.....
Ouyang Yan’s body crashed heavily onto the ground, utterly broken. Yang Lie’s voice echoed across the arena: "All of you, come at me together."
These simple six words resonated leisurely in the air. Every martial artist in Building 122 froze in place. This newcomer, this young martial artist, had actually taken them down with a single punch.
Ouyang Yan, who had undergone advanced training at the Outer Sacred Hall for nearly a year, couldn't withstand the sheer power of the newcomer’s momentous punch.
The gravel kicked up by the fierce battle now rained down, their pata-pata impacts becoming the only sound on the field.
Yang Lie’s sword-like brows lifted slightly, his eyes, like distant stars, sending a shiver through the bodies of the nine martial artists. What kind of martial prowess was this?
One against nine? The nine martial artists exchanged glances, wondering if they had hallucinated. Even with the strength of a Ten-Star martial artist, challenging nine opponents at once seemed wildly arrogant.
One-on-one? The nine martial artists looked troubled. They were all keenly aware of the terrifying power of that last punch; each one of them knew they could not take it alone, and the result would be far worse than Ouyang Yan’s fate.
The martial artists of Building 122 stared at Yang Lie with nothing but blank stupefaction. One against nine? Was this kid insane? He clearly possessed strength, but a one-versus-nine confrontation?
These nine young martial artists, if sent out now, would be highly sought after by numerous martial arts halls to serve as young instructors among the military officers.
Having been tempered by over a year at the Sacred Martial Hall, their combat strength was unquestionable. They were all Nine-Star martial artists at such a young age, with limitless futures ahead.
"One against nine? Even Hades, the legendary 'Little King of Hell,' wouldn't dare utter such arrogance when in peak condition. Who do you think you are? The foremost figure of the eighteen-year-old generation?" Wang Beng, clad in a blue martial robe, spoke with chilling severity.
"All at once? Do you think you are the protagonist in a movie who can never truly be killed?" Zhang Yingming, whose slender frame resembled a blade and who wore a pale yellow robe, also stepped forward with a grim expression.
The other seven remained silent but simultaneously took a step forward. As martial artists who had entered the Sacred Martial Hall a year prior, being so utterly dismissed by a junior spurred them on. If they lacked the courage to even accept the challenge, they might as well pack their bags and leave.
Their synchronized steps rivaled that of a military honor guard. Their sharp gazes were like those of soldiers on a battlefield—silent, still! This oppressive silence created an invisible pressure.
"If you want to defeat me? You are not worthy." Yang Lie stood perfectly straight, like an imposing mountain cliff, his slightly raised chin radiating an indescribable confidence. "I came to the Sacred Martial Hall precisely to witness the supreme martial arts of this martial arts sanctuary. I hope that after I defeat you, anyone else who comes to put us in our place will possess genuine skill."
"Fine! It seems you are determined to establish your dominance. Let us see if your strength matches the spirit required to face nine opponents!"
Wang Beng suddenly let out a cold shout, his voice echoing like a tiger's roar throughout the open space between the stairwells.
At Wang Beng's battle-cry, the remaining eight young martial artists slowly advanced. The popping sound of their joints cracking resonated like a string of firecrackers being lit, instantly creating a soul-shaking aura!
Wang Beng, Zhang Yingming, and the other seven were all Nine-Star martial artists! -α-р．①⑥κχS．&qu;ò Even in the fierce battle by the sea, they would have been considered excellent combatants.
The nine of them simultaneously radiated furious hostility, all focused solely on Yang Lie. This convergence of pressure was immense enough to make even a Ten-Star martial artist feel a tremor of fear.
Normally, even a strong man staring down the malicious gaze of nine high school students would feel his heart pound. When the number reaches a certain quantity, it causes a qualitative change!
Bang!
Yang Lie’s feet pressed down on the softened asphalt road. The instant the nine young martial artists unleashed their power, the road beneath their feet seemed to be struck by a hydraulic press, sending gravel leaping upward.
Acting on their martial instincts, the martial artists pushed the asphalt down further.
The nine martial artists' hostility, laced with rage, was too fierce. In this moment, Yang Lie's spirit became even sharper; his True Qi coursed through his body like a street gang on a rampage.
"Comfortable! Truly comfortable! One against many—so this is what it feels like! Now I finally understand what Qin Fen felt during his battles!"
Yang Lie absorbed the hostility washing over him like tidal waves. As his spirit soared, his body experienced an ineffable comfort. The battle intent in his chest, which wasn't that strong before, instantly ignited!
This was no longer a tedious fight!
"The boring battles are finally over."
Since beginning to train with Qin Fen, Yang Lie's strength had skyrocketed faster than a rocket. He advanced rapidly, achieving Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate status and becoming a Ten-Star martial artist—a height few at his age had ever reached in the history of martial artists*****.
This frantic surge in power had left Yang Lie feeling somewhat lost and bewildered. A Ten-Star martial artist after Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate should be formidable, yet when he saw Qin Fen, it felt as if this achievement meant very little.
Was a Ten-Star martial artist after Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate truly a peerless expert at this age? Yang Lie had provoked the martial artists training at the Sacred Martial Hall for a year with a single sentence; he needed to test just how much stronger he had become following his time with Qin Fen.
The atmosphere grew taut.
The nine young martial artists stared intently at Yang Lie, a single shared curiosity rising in their minds.
"This kid from the outside can remain so composed while facing the hostility of all nine of us. Setting aside the Star level, his rock-solid Martial Heart alone commands admiration. Even if Little King of Hell came, how long could he last under our combined assault? We are martial artists who have trained for a year at the Sacred Martial Hall, not petty thugs who learned a few moves at a roadside gym!"
Nine against one, Wang Beng and the others felt too much shame to initiate the first attack.
"Aren't you going to attack?" Yang Lie sensed the hostility from the nine and finally spoke. "Are you still putting on airs?"
The muscles around Wang Beng’s eyes twitched. His focus locked onto Yang Lie, secretly marveling: where did this monstrous kid come from? To be able to maintain focus on nine opponents while still having the mental bandwidth to speak? Was he even stronger than the Little King of Hell, Shangguan Chuanqi?
"You've studied at the Sacred Martial Hall for a year and still haven't reached Nine-Star, let alone achieved Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate," Yang Lie spoke slowly, his knees slightly bent, his arms raised to assume the posture for Dragon Cannon. "I haven't entered the Sacred Martial Hall, yet I have already completed Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate. Perhaps you think that even as a Ten-Star martial artist, my future potential is limited? If you hold that thought and look down on me, you are mistaken. Let me tell you a secret."
Wang Beng stared at Yang Lie with curiosity. This strange stance was clearly a self-created technique; how could simply striking the pose create such a sense of warning? It felt as if he were facing not a man, but a colossal-caliber cannon? Not a single flaw was visible.
"The event of achieving Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate often determines a martial artist’s future path. My secret is this..." Yang Lie’s lips curled slightly. "Thirty-four minutes and twenty-six seconds! It took me thirty-four minutes and twenty-six seconds after achieving Blood Replacement Rebirth True Innate to enter the ranks of Ten-Star martial artists. By now, it has been quite some time..."
"Attack!"
Wang Beng could not allow Yang Lie to continue speaking. He suddenly roared, and the nine surged forward, employing various movement techniques toward Yang Lie.
They could no longer afford to rely on their status! With every word Yang Lie spoke, his aura intensified! Conversely, hearing that astonishing time, if they let him continue speaking or reveal anything else, they might surrender entirely without a fight.
The hairs on Yang Lie’s body stood on end, and a cold air shot through several vital points. From training with Qin Fen underwater recently, he had learned to sense the surging of underwater currents. The instant these martial artists intended to move, he had already sensed their intended targets.
"Good timing!"
Yang Lie’s body sank another half-step. His left leg rooted itself like an ancient tree, while his right foot rapidly lifted and struck the ground, resembling the massive iron ram of a pile driver. His body synchronized its vibration with the earth. His left arm drove straight out from inside his right arm in a powerful thrust!
Huang Fengwan, standing nearby, was secretly astonished by the vibration coming from the ground. Just where did this newcomer come from? That stomp he just made—if he felt it with his eyes closed, he would rather believe it was the massive recoil from firing a large-caliber cannon than the strike of an eighteen-year-old martial artist.
The air friction against his clothing sounded like a great banner whipping in a typhoon, flapping wildly. The airflow in front of him subtly seemed to coalesce into an energy shell. Yang Lie's body moved like a jungle predator, charging toward Zhang Yingming among the nine...
Striking first despite moving later!
Yang Lie’s sudden acceleration instantly shattered the nine’s plan. This was the third form of the Martial Emperor Dragon Fist, Dragon Cannon, which fused the explosive power of the Hong Quan Heaven-Soaring Cannon Fist with the essence of the Dragon Fist!
Because Yang Lie was a Dragon Fist user, he admired Qin Fen even more than other young men. Although his core martial path remained his own, he had begun incorporating Qin Fen’s single-move combat techniques.
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One punch unleashed a world-shattering force, and a dragon's roar churned the air around Yang Lie! How could Zhang Yingming have expected Yang Lie’s next move to be even fiercer and more brutal than before! His body spun like a top in a flash, both arms sweeping in circles in front of his chest, following the rotation of his body!
Softness overcoming hardness? Hardness overcoming softness? At this moment, Zhang Yingming couldn't afford to worry about the specifics. Ouyang Yan had already proven one thing by meeting force with force: a direct confrontation led only to death. Perhaps by using circular force to deflect some of his power... No!
Zhang Yingming intended to use his palms to grip Yang Lie's Dragon Cannon wrist, believing that holding it there might dissipate more force. But the speed of the Dragon Cannon surpassed his expectations; the flat surface of the fist slammed directly into Zhang Yingming’s palm.
The Dragon Cannon was originally a technique designed by Qin Fen for frontal breakthroughs.
Having absorbed the experience of the Hundred Man Battle, the Dragon Cannon was a combat technique intended for violent strikes amidst thousands of troops to take the enemy general's head. The changes in speed were entirely dictated by intent—how could these Nine-Star martial artists calculate it? Even if Yang Lie couldn't deploy the full essence of the Dragon Cannon, it was more than enough to deal with these opponents.
The moment palm met fist, Zhang Yingming felt as if he had grabbed a live grenade. The ferocious explosive power instantly numbed his palm. The True Qi clinging to his hand evaporated immediately; any notion of softness overcoming hardness became as laughable as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Crack... crack....
Zhang Yingming's spine, along with the bones behind him, cracked in sequence. His body was flung high into the air as if struck by a high-speed vehicle.
The other eight martial artists arrived at that moment. Wang Beng slammed his upper body forward, using his waist power to drive his arm into a Tai Chi Piecemeal Shoulder Strike aimed directly at Yang Lie’s head. If this punch landed true, never mind the flesh-and-blood head of a Ten-Star Yang Lie, even a piece of granite would be deformed by the impact.
The trainees of the Martial Arts Sanctuary's Sacred Martial Hall for a year were certainly not pushovers! The peerless momentum of Yang Lie's Dragon Cannon strike had actually forced Wang Beng into a state he had previously only understood conceptually but could never fully embody.
Sensing the pressure from all directions, Yang Lie’s eyes flashed with intense light. He roared internally, "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" This Piecemeal Shoulder Strike was the most brilliant blow among the eight points of pressure—a perfect integration of Mind, Technique, and Body!
Yang Lie's feet rooted deeper, his left arm turning soft, his right arm turning rigid. Two distinct dragon roars rose around his body.
Yin-Yang Dual Dragons Without Limit!
The two dragons coiled and ascended, like clouds and whipping winds. Palm and arm tore through the air, stirring up violent gusts, resembling the Dragon King emerging to command the rain and mist. Sharp dragon cries rang out, high and continuous.
Little Dragon King Yang Lie had learned completely from Qin Fen; he was an exact duplicate of Qin Fen!
Bang!
The Piecemeal Shoulder Strike collided with the Rigid Dragon Tail Whip half a foot to the right of Yang Lie's head, exploding with force. Wang Beng, having committed to the blow, felt his joints pop in rapid succession. Blood surged in his chest, and blood sprayed from his nostrils. His rooted feet turned into floating duckweed on water; he was forced back several steps and could no longer keep up with the continuous reverse footwork, instead flying backward entirely.
I couldn't even block one strike?
A thought flashed through Wang Beng’s mind. After landing, he rolled over a dozen times before realizing that at the moment of impact, Yang Lie had not used his Ten-Star strength, but had instead used power equivalent to a Nine-Star martial artist to strike the weakest point of the Piecemeal Shoulder Strike, shattering all his True Qi and strength.
Under pressure from eight directions, he still managed to find the opponent's weakness? Was this kid human? Wang Beng's heart churned wildly. Watching Yang Lie in the ensuing fight, he couldn't utter another word.
In the one-against-seven engagement that followed, Yang Lie used a strength even slightly less than that of an Eight-Star peak, making him technically weaker than his opponents, yet he maintained the upper hand.
The eight-man melee shook the earth! The asphalt wasn't just softened and dented; cracks spread out across areas slightly further away, and countless fragments were shocked into flying half a foot into the air.
These seven were all Nine-Star martial artists who had trained for a year at the Sacred Martial Hall. Their anger and the immense pressure of fighting spurred their potential, their fists, kicks, and True Qi erupting beyond their usual levels, generating tremendous destructive power.
If another Ten-Star martial artist were subjected to such a siege, they might genuinely suffer grievous injuries. But the one being attacked was Little Dragon King Yang Lie, who admired Qin Fen so much after training with him, and who was using Qin Fen’s unique Martial Emperor Dragon Fist.
In just a few seconds, fists, palms, and kicks rained down like a violent storm. One by one, the clustered martial artists were sent flying backward like Wang Beng and Zhang Yingming—either with a fractured shoulder blade or a heavy blow to the ribs and lower abdomen.
In the blink of an eye, the incredibly fierce battle was completely over. Only Little Dragon King Yang Lie remained standing, letting out a triumphant roar to the sky, the aura of a soaring dragon erupting from his body.
He bared his torso, his solid muscles glowing with an almost sensual sheen, resembling a guardian Dragon King in a temple.
His aura was peerless!
One against nine, and he won! And he won cleanly and decisively! He hadn't even used his Ten-Star strength! It was a fluid, unrestrained victory!
Good!
The young martial artists gathered in Qin Fen’s room couldn't help but cheer in unison.
Yang Lie tilted his head back, gave a thumbs-up, and flashed a brilliant smile, inwardly surprised and delighted at how powerful he had become.
After the beach battle, coupled with Qin Fen’s guidance and enlightenment, Yang Lie’s improvement shouldn't be called an elevation—it was a sublimation, a metamorphosis!
A grand sublimation of his martial path! A grand transformation, shedding the cocoon to become a butterfly! It was an overall major leap in his martial realm!
When their strengths were comparable, and since they were all disciples guided by Qin Fen, they usually couldn't gauge their own depth. Only when someone fought alone could their uniqueness naturally be revealed.
'This...'
Di Shi Tian Aqi Ya was slightly stunned as he watched the feed transmitted from the screen. According to Bai Sheng's explanation, this young man wasn't the one who rang the fog bell, yet his strength had reached this level?
Outsiders watch the spectacle; insiders see the technique.
Di Shi Tian Aqi Ya, having achieved the position of Head Master, naturally possessed immense strength; he was the ultimate insider. He understood precisely what Little Dragon King Yang Lie had just done better than anyone else.
To put it bluntly, it was terrifying. One against nine? Even a Ten-Star martial artist would likely come out worse if they faced this group of Nine-Star experts simultaneously.
"His strength does not match his realm yet; his combat experience is extremely rich."
Di Shi Tian Aqi Ya nodded slightly. "What this child lacks now is merely knowledge of time."
"Exhilarating!" Yang Lie's massive frame trembled as he looked up at Qin Fen on the sixth floor. If he hadn't known Qin Fen, perhaps he wouldn't have won even a one-on-one fight?
Thousand-mile steeds are common, but a true talent scout is rare! Yang Lie nodded repeatedly, recalling the ancient Chinese saying. Qin Fen was the talent scout capable of turning stones into gold! Without Qin Fen, he might never have reached this utterly astonishing level.
His opponents just now—they had all trained for a full year at the martial arts sanctuary, the Sacred Martial Hall!