Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 1287 - 668: No One Dares to Fight

Three words, spoken lightly, yet they made Wang Yuchen frown.

"Courting death!"

Wang Yuchen shouted angrily, his body moving like lightning, instantly crossing a distance of ten zhang, his right fist enveloped in dazzling blue light, aiming straight for Ling Xiao’s face.

This punch seemed simple, but it contained Qinghe Holy Land’s secret technique, "Green Lotus Sky-breaking Force," capable of splitting mountains and rocks.

The wind from the punch howled, making Ling Xiao’s robes flap wildly.

The crowd below could already foresee the scene of Ling Xiao being blasted away with one punch, and several Holy Land Disciples even began applauding early.

——

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed as the arena shook.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at the scene on the stage in disbelief.

Ling Xiao stood firmly in place, his right hand gripping Wang Yuchen’s fist.

The strike that was supposed to shatter rocks was caught with one hand, without moving an inch!

"This... this is impossible!"

Wang Yuchen’s pupils contracted sharply, for the first time a look of shock appeared on his face.

He tried to pull back his fist, but found the opponent’s five fingers were like steel, impossible to break free from.

"Half-step Earth Palace Realm?"

Ling Xiao chuckled lightly.

"What a coincidence, so am I."

As his voice fell, an extremely fierce aura erupted from Ling Xiao’s body.

Black spiritual power formed a whirlwind around him, causing the protective barriers around the arena to shake violently.

"What?!"

"He’s also at the half-step Earth Palace Realm!"

The disciples below the stage exclaimed repeatedly, the smile on the examiner’s face instantly froze.

Wang Yuchen’s expression changed drastically but soon forced himself to calm down.

"Hmph! Even if the realms are the same, how could a wild path like yours compare to our Holy Land Technique? Break for me!"

He pinched a spell with his left hand, spiritual power inside him surged wildly, attempting to perform Qinghe Holy Land’s secret "Green Lotus Nine Transitions."

Just as the spell began, a heart-wrenching pain emanated from his abdomen.

"Bang!"

Ling Xiao’s fist had somehow already slammed heavily into Wang Yuchen’s stomach, causing his internal organs to seem displaced.

Wang Yuchen’s eyes bulged, spewing a mouthful of blood three zhang away, his body curling like a shrimp.

"Holy Land Technique?"

Ling Xiao sneered, his left hand flashing, landing another punch on the same spot.

"Just this?"

"Pfft—" Wang Yuchen spat blood again, his face instantly turning pale.

He wanted to resist but found his spiritual power was thrown into chaos by that punch, impossible to gather.

All the Holy Land Disciples gaped in disbelief watching their esteemed Senior Brother Wang being beaten like a ragdoll.

"Weren’t you telling me to kneel just now?"

Ling Xiao’s voice was cold, his right hand grabbing Wang Yuchen’s hair, slamming it down while his knee came up.

"Crack!"

The sound of a nasal bridge breaking was clearly audible.

Wang Yuchen let out a scream that didn’t sound human, his entire face instantly covered in blood.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Several Holy Land Disciples finally reacted, trying to rush onto the stage.

"Scram!"

Without turning his head, Ling Xiao waved his left hand, a streak of black spiritual power lashed out, sending those disciples flying dozens of zhang, crashing heavily against a distant cliff.

Ling Xiao’s right hand didn’t pause.

"Slap, slap," two slaps landed on Wang Yuchen’s face, teeth flying, his cheeks swelling visibly.

"This slap, for your arrogance."

"This slap, for your wild words."

"This slap..."

Ling Xiao paused.

"For your ugliness."

"Pfft—" An unknown outsider cultivator couldn’t help but laugh, quickly covering his mouth.

But this laughter seemed to open a floodgate, more and more outsider cultivators beginning to chuckle quietly.

The Holy Land Disciples’ faces turned livid, yet none dared step forward.

Their gaze towards Ling Xiao had shifted from disdain to fear.

Wang Yuchen was now unrecognizable, his entire face swelling like a pig’s head, with no trace of his former handsome demeanor.

His consciousness blurred, only able to let out feeble groans.

Ling Xiao lifted him with one hand, raising him high above his head, turning to the crowd below.

"To all geniuses of Qinghe Holy Land, now who looks like a pig head? Hmm?"

The Holy Land Disciples looked at each other, stammering, unable to speak. Some even subconsciously retreated a few steps, fearing being noticed by this calamity.

"Speak!"

Ling Xiao shouted, his voice like thunder, shaking several weaker Holy Land disciples to their knees.

"Smack!"

Ling Xiao’s palm once again landed heavily on Wang Yuchen’s face, which was already swollen like a pig’s head. Blood mixed with broken teeth splattered out, landing on the blue stone slab of the arena with a "thud, thud" sound.

The Holy Land disciples who were originally waiting to see Ling Xiao get crushed now had expressions as if they had been stuffed with bitter gall, both bitter and astringent.

"This slap is for your parents’ teaching."

Ling Xiao said coldly, grabbing Wang Yuchen’s collar with his left hand, while his right hand was raised high again.

"Don’t be so arrogant!"

"Stop!"

The examiner finally couldn’t take it anymore, flashed onto the arena, and reached out to stop Ling Xiao.

"The winner has been decided, that’s enough!"

Ling Xiao glanced at the examiner and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What? When he was humiliating me just now, why didn’t you come out and say that’s enough?"

The examiner’s face stiffened, his old face slightly red.

Indeed, when Wang Yuchen was overbearing just now, not only did he not stop him, he secretly approved.

"He... he’s unconscious now."

The examiner lowered his voice, trying to preserve the last bit of dignity of the Holy Land.

Ling Xiao looked down at Wang Yuchen in his hand, limp like mud, indeed rolling his eyes, blood continuously oozing from his mouth, completely losing consciousness.

"Tsk, can’t even take a hit."

Ling Xiao clicked his tongue, casually throwing Wang Yuchen to the examiner.

"Here, your Holy Land’s prodigy."

The examiner hurriedly caught Wang Yuchen and checked his injuries, his face immediately turning extremely grim.

"Ling Xiao! You..."

The examiner looked up angrily, only to see that Ling Xiao had already turned and was walking towards the edge of the arena, waving a hand behind him.

"Wait!"

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if remembering something, and turned to look at the examiner.

"Shouldn’t we honor our wager?"

The examiner was taken aback.

"What wager?"

"Playing dumb?"

Ling Xiao sneered.

"Wang Yuchen said it himself, if I won, his Cold Frost Sword would be mine. What, are Holy Land disciples’ words worthless?"

The audience immediately burst into an uproar.

The Cold Frost Sword was a precious item even in Qinghe Holy Land. Wang Yuchen’s sword was a gift from his master, with extraordinary significance.

The examiner’s face changed unpredictably. He looked at the unconscious Wang Yuchen in his arms, then at the expectant gazes of the many disciples below, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Give it to him!"

A reluctant deacon carried a wholly viridescent longsword onto the arena, the sword emitting a faint spiritual light, clearly no ordinary item.

Ling Xiao received the longsword, twirled it in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, barely worthy of me."

"You!"

The deacon’s beard bristled with anger, yet he dared not act.

Ling Xiao stored the longsword into his Storage Ring and looked around at the numerous Holy Land disciples below, grinning.

"Many thanks to Senior Brother Wang for the generous gift. If there’s ever such a good thing again, remember to find me."

"Pfft—"

A cultivator in the audience couldn’t help but laugh aloud but was immediately glared at by the Holy Land disciples beside him and quickly covered his mouth.

The examiner carried Wang Yuchen off the arena, his face so dark it seemed it could drip water.

He had originally hoped that Wang Yuchen could suppress Ling Xiao’s arrogance, but unexpectedly it allowed Ling Xiao to steal the limelight using the Holy Land’s face.

"The next match must be won!"

The examiner said in a low voice to the Holy Land disciples beside him.

"If we lose another match, the Holy Land’s dignity will be thoroughly trampled!"

"Understood!"

Two young men in white stepped forward, none other than Ke Yucheng and Zhuang Feichen.

Their strength was second only to Wang Yuchen, and at this moment, their eyes were burning with fury.

The examiner nodded.

"Yucheng, Feichen, you two must go all out and show these outsiders that the dignity of the Holy Land is inviolable!"

"Yes!"

The two responded in unison, their gazes sharp as knives sweeping towards the outsiders on Gu Sheng’s side.

Gu Sheng’s side fell into an awkward silence.

After witnessing Ling Xiao’s dominance and Wang Yuchen’s pitiful state, no one wanted to step forward to face the Holy Land’s fury voluntarily.

"What? No one dares to fight?"

Zhuang Feichen sneered, his gaze sweeping over everyone’s faces, finally fixing on a frail-looking young boy.