Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 1287

Chapter 1287: Chapter 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.

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