Chapter 394 - 373: No One Can Make Her Spit Blood

The young experts qualified to participate in the Thirteen Countries’ Rookie King Competition were all geniuses of their generation, each one powerful and immensely proud. The black-clothed man’s constant use of the word "trash" had drawn their ire, and the moment his words fell, a young expert stepped out from the crowd.

This young expert stared directly at the black-clothed man, cupped his fist, and said, "Shui Changtian of the Celestial Water Kingdom’s True Hall wishes to ask for guidance from the Sect Envoy. I ask the Envoy to come down and fight."

The black-clothed man glanced at Shui Changtian and said indifferently, "Have me come down and fight? You don’t have the right. Even if I attack from up here on the Blue Sky and White Cloud Boat, you still won’t be able to take it."

A flash of anger crossed Shui Changtian’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a hint of ecstasy. ’The black-clothed man is underestimating me; this is a good thing. As long as I can take one move from him, I’ll earn the right to enter the Sect for cultivation. What does a little scorn matter?’

The black-clothed man seemed to see through Shui Changtian’s thoughts. A sneer touched the corner of his lips as he suddenly flipped one of his palms and viciously slapped at the empty air.

BOOM!

With that single slap, the space in a several-dozen-zhang radius felt like a giant boulder, ruthlessly pressing down on Shui Changtian. Though he had been prepared, the black-clothed man’s lightning-fast attack still caught him completely by surprise. His back bent, and he was forced down onto his knees!

PFFT!

Shui Changtian’s face flushed then paled, his eyes filled with utter despair. The black-clothed man’s strike had not only scattered his True Qi but also completely crushed his confidence. Under the man’s power, Shui Changtian had absolutely no room to resist and had been humiliatingly forced to his knees.

The black-clothed man glanced coldly at Shui Changtian and said indifferently, "You can’t even take half a move. Utter trash."

PFFT!

Hearing the black-clothed man’s words, Shui Changtian was both infuriated and ashamed, and an endless sense of humiliation washed over him. Overcome by his fury, he spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed, fainting on the spot.

Silence.

The entire area fell deathly silent.

Horror was written on the faces of the dozens of young experts; any trace of their earlier excitement had vanished. Shui Changtian’s cultivation was at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage, only a hair’s breadth from the Late Stage. For someone so powerful to be unable to withstand even half a move, it showed just how terrifying the black-clothed man’s strength was.

As a top expert of the Younger Generation, Yang Guyuan was also horrified, but mixed with his horror was a strange sense of excitement. He stared intently at the black-clóthed man, thinking, ’This man’s cultivation has likely reached the Half-step True Dao. My Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Heaven-Burning True Skill has reached the stage of Great Success, and my cultivation is already very close to the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer. With my strength, taking one move from him should be no problem...’

Yang Guyuan clenched his fists and subconsciously glanced at Zhaang Ye. He saw Zhaang Ye standing there with a calm expression, motionless like a cyan statue. The black-clothed man’s shocking act of subjugating Shui Changtian in half a move hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

Yang Guyuan sighed inwardly. ’Zhaang Ye’s strength is truly unfathomable. Forget everything else; just his state of mind—remaining completely impassive even as a great mountain collapses before him—already puts him a cut above me...’

SWOOSH! Amidst the silence, the black-clothed man flicked his arm, and a tyrannical force materialized, tossing the unconscious Shui Changtian aside. Then, his gaze fell coldly upon the young experts below as he said faintly, "What? Are you scared? Planning to hide in your shells like turtles?"

Zhaang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly. The black-clothed man repeatedly provoked them, showing absolutely no regard for the young experts of the Thirteen Countries. Despite Zhaang Ye’s excellent self-control, he was secretly infuriated. What angered him even more was that the woman in the long green dress and the black-clothed man on the giant boat had subtly locked onto him with their Spiritual Power, observing his every move.

’Strange! Why are these two paying so much attention to me? Could I have offended them before?’ Zhaang Ye’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, but his mind was racing.

Just as Zhaang Ye was silently pondering, the black-clothed man suddenly leaped down from the giant boat, diving straight toward the crowd of young experts. He sneered, "Since none of you dare to come up and challenge me, I’ll just have to come down myself! How about this: if any of you can take one move from me without spitting blood, I will personally allow you to enter the Sect."

The black-clothed man’s main purpose in coming to the Land of Divine Abandonment was to find the person who had killed Gu Yunsong. That was why he continuously mocked them—his goal was to provoke the young experts’ anger, forcing them to display their full abilities so he could quickly identify the killer.

This act of taunting and striking down the young experts was going a bit too far. But with the Fourth Elder backing him, the black-clothed man had no reason to fear the True Hall Masters of the Thirteen Countries.

The black-clothed man waved his hands casually. Streams of pure Innate True Qi surged out, transforming into sharp Sword Qi that sliced wildly through the air.

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH—

With every wave of the black-clothed man’s palm, a terrifying force erupted. No matter how desperately the young experts fought, they couldn’t resist. In the blink of an eye, twenty of them were sent flying, spraying blood as if it cost nothing!

An expert at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage saw the black-clothed man charging toward him and roared, "Quick, let’s join forces! Together, we can definitely take one of his moves!"

Hearing this suggestion, the eyes of the surrounding young experts lit up. More than ten of them gathered together and simultaneously threw out their most ferocious palm strikes!

These dozen or so young experts all had cultivation at the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, and their combined attack was simply earth-shattering. Where their palms struck, a blast of True Qi several zhang thick tore through the air. The void trembled in its wake, and the ground itself was scraped clean of its top layer. A deafening rumble instantly filled everyone’s ears, drowning out all other sound!

As this terrifying blast of True Qi was about to hit, the black-clothed man unhurriedly raised his palm. A faint glow suddenly appeared on his fair-skinned hand. This glow was unremarkable, yet it emanated an intense Suppression. This was the Innate True Qi he had painstakingly cultivated!

SHIING! The Innate True Qi on the black-clothed man’s palm transformed into a Sword Aura over ten zhang long, which suddenly sliced down toward the terrifying blast of True Qi!

CRACK!

The Sword Aura unleashed by the black-clothed man possessed unbelievable power. The seemingly faint, unremarkable Sword Aura acted like a true Sharp Sword, forcibly splitting the several-zhang-thick blast of True Qi in two before viciously slamming into the bodies of the dozen or so youths!

WHOOSH! PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT—

The dozen or so young experts who had launched the earth-shattering attack never imagined that their combined True Qi would be forcibly split in two. Even less did they expect that the black-clothed man’s Sword Aura could slice through their True Qi and continue on to strike their bodies. Caught completely off guard, each of them suddenly sported a ghastly sword wound. They all spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot!

Zhaang Ye’s gaze sharpened. ’This black-clothed man can actually unleash Sword Gang with his bare palm! No wonder he could so easily slice through that True Qi and injure those dozen people.’

When a Martial Artist’s cultivation reached a certain Realm, they could injure people with Sword Qi. When Sword Qi was infused with Innate True Qi and condensed to the extreme, it formed Sword Gang. The power of Sword Gang was a hundred times greater than Sword Qi; a single strand as thin as a hair was enough to slay an expert at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage.

Although the Sword Gang this black-clothed man unleashed wasn’t yet fully condensed or sufficiently powerful, Sword Gang was Sword Gang—not something an ordinary Martial Artist could block. With just a single, simple strike, those dozen or so young experts had been left vomiting blood, injured, and unconscious!

PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT!

While the remaining young experts were still reeling in shock, the black-clothed man attacked again and again. His terrifying Innate True Qi swept across the field, instantly sending several more experts of the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage flying. His arrogant and domineering display was like that of a tiger pouncing into a flock of sheep—he did as he pleased, and no one could stop him.

BANG!

The black-clothed man forcibly smashed a young expert into the ground and sneered, "Trash, trash, all of you are trash. The Land of Divine Abandonment truly lives up to its name as a backwater. Not a single one of you is even decent. Any random gatekeeper from our Sect is far stronger than all of you."

Yang Guyuan’s brow furrowed. He yelled to the few young experts beside him, "Let’s go together!"

Standing beside Yang Guyuan were seven other young experts, including Du Hong, Zhou Lihuo, and Yin Chenyun. When these young experts entered the Little World, their cultivation had only been at the Martial Arts Ninth Level Middle Stage. After three months of cultivation in the Little World, their cultivation had already advanced to the Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer, making them far more powerful than Middle Stage experts.

Hearing Yang Guyuan’s voice, the seven Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer experts nodded in unison. A terrifying aura erupted from their bodies as the True Qi within them surged out madly!

BOOM!

The seven Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer experts combined their power. Their attack was as heavy as a mountain and as fast as lightning. Seven streams of power, each with different properties but all equally terrifying, converged into a roaring torrent that rushed straight toward the black-clothed man with unstoppable momentum!

"Hm?"

Sensing the power of these seven streams of True Qi, the black-clothed man’s eyes narrowed slightly. A shimmering cyan light suddenly erupted from both his palms, and in the blink of an eye, he unleashed more than ten streams of Sword Gang, slashing toward the incoming True Qi!

SHI-SHI-SHI-SHI-SHI!

More than ten streams of Sword Gang viciously hacked into the True Qi. The torrent-like blast of True Qi was cut into dozens of pieces by the seemingly indestructible Sword Gang and dissipated into thin air!

Yang Guyuan never could have imagined that the black-clothed man’s strength would be so immense that he could break the combined attack of seven Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer experts in an instant. His heart seized with terror, and he shouted, "This is bad! Everyone, group together quickly!"

He had barely finished speaking when the black-clothed man appeared before them like a ghost. His palms swung out like shooting stars. Despite desperately trying to block, Yang Guyuan still took a palm strike to his arm and was sent flying like a stone.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The other six Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer experts were also sent flying one by one, wildly spraying blood from their mouths.

After sending the seven Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer experts flying, the black-clothed man reached out, his large hand grabbing for Fang Caiying. He said with a savage grin, "Little lady, it’s your turn to spit some blood for me."

Seeing the black-clothed man’s large hand about to grab her, Fang Caiying’s face turned pale with fright. Just as she was about to use her Finger Technique and fight him to the death, Zhaang Ye, who had been standing motionless the entire time, suddenly spoke in a level voice, "With me here, no one will make her spit blood."

As he spoke, a palm tinged with a faint golden light suddenly appeared, perfectly intercepting the black-clothed man’s grab.

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