Chapter 124

Sensing the fierce and overbearing nature of Xu Yang’s punch, he sidestepped at the very moment the *Qi* was about to slam into him. Xu Yang’s *Qi* grazed his body as it roared past.

As the gust of force swept by, he felt his *Qi* churn and distort, and he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Had he not dodged, that punch would have been difficult to take.

"Boom!"

The *Qi* missed its mark and slammed into the ground behind him. Han Xing felt the earth shake, soil splattered everywhere, and a scream followed.

Ji Jincheng spat blood; struck by the shockwave of the exploding *Qi*, his body was sent flying backward.

"Despicable!"

Han Xing realized that the target of Xu Yang’s punch had never been him, but Ji Jincheng behind him.

A punch thrown from a distance by a master who has refined *Qi* into *Qi* armor—even if Ji Jincheng had reached the perfection of Qi Gathering, he would be dead or at least severely wounded.

A figure flashed before his eyes. Xu Yang had pounced forward like a fierce tiger, his fist, wrapped in immense power, rapidly enlarging in his vision.

Han Xing hurriedly raised his fists to block. As their *Qi* collided, a loud boom erupted, force scattered, and the *Qi* shattered.

"So strong!"

Han Xing’s whole body shuddered; he felt Xu Yang’s body was shockingly hard, as if cast from iron.

His strength was even more terrifying, far surpassing his own. It didn't look at all like someone who had just made a breakthrough. He had nearly failed to block that punch.

"Brother Xu, since you have already refined *Qi* into *Qi* armor, how about we end today’s matter here?"

With a burst of *Qi*, Han Xing threw a punch and retreated rapidly.

He had already developed the intention to flee.

Xu Yang had refined *Qi* into *Qi* armor; with both of them in the same realm, he could not kill him. Continuing to fight would only result in mutual destruction.

"You think you can come and go as you please?" Xu Yang’s gaze was sharp.

Han Xing was much stronger than Li Rui’an, but he was still confident he could kill him.

Shattering the incoming *Qi* with a single punch, he strode forward, the sound of his tendons and bones roaring from within his body.

His fist, layered with eleven levels of force, thrust out like a great spear, emitting a piercing, shrill whistle.

The Startling Waves Fist—attacking only, never defending.

Once the fist technique began, it was like surging, crashing waves, continuous and endless, the violent aura rushing straight at Han Xing.

Such fist momentum made Han Xing’s expression change drastically.

He had also cultivated the Startling Waves Fist, but it was only after refining *Qi* into *Qi* armor that he could layer nine levels of force through his powerful realm. Xu Yang had actually reached the pinnacle on the foundation of the Startling Waves Fist, layering it to eleven levels.

What kind of monster was this?

It wasn't just his cultivation base that Xu Yang had been hiding, but also his terrifying comprehension. His talent was likely no less than Kong Yu’s.

Once this thought crossed his mind, he understood that if they didn't fight to the death today, that day would come sooner or later.

Han Xing’s ferocity was also stirred. Ignoring Xu Yang’s fist layered with eleven levels of force, he struck out like lightning, intending to trade injury for injury with Xu Yang.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Both of their protective *Qi* armors were torn apart simultaneously, pierced through by their fists.

Xu Yang felt as if Han Xing’s arm had stretched in an instant; the fist that shouldn't have been able to reach his body slammed into him from an impossible distance.

He knew this was the "Arm-Through-Heaven" of the Through-Arm Fist, using an incredible way of exerting force to make the arm lengthen in an instant, often catching opponents off guard in close combat.

Fortunately, his physique was tough, possessing the "Indestructible Diamond" characteristic. After Han Xing’s fist pierced his protective *Qi* armor, it had little power left. Not only did he easily withstand it, but he also had the strength to gather *Qi* for a counterattack.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound of cracking bone, the spot where Xu Yang’s fist landed caved in.

Han Xing felt as if struck by lightning, his features twisted together. The pain of broken bones nearly made him scream.

The two had traded a punch, yet only he was injured, while Xu Yang was completely fine.

His fist, slamming into Xu Yang, not only failed to hurt him, but the terrifying recoil shattered his own flesh and blood, exposing the stark white bone of his fist.

"He has cultivated a terrifying protective divine art; his physique has been tempered to a frightening degree."

Han Xing was shaken to his core. If he couldn't even break Xu Yang’s defense, how could he fight? Even wanting to risk his life was impossible.

"Is this what you meant by giving me a quick end? Is this all you’ve got?"

A brilliant light surged in Xu Yang’s eyes. Like a frenzied wild dragon, he strode forward, his fist once again layered with eleven levels of force and slammed out.

The aura on his body became increasingly violent and fierce, as if he intended to tear Han Xing apart alive. The stirred-up wind mixed with the muffled thuds of his fists piercing the air; wild winds rose all around, and dust filled the air.

"It's over!"

Ji Jincheng, who had barely managed to crawl up, turned deathly pale, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. Han Xing was actually no match for Xu Yang.

Xu Yang was like a fierce tiger, Han Xing like a lamb. He could already see the terror on Han Xing’s face and his sunken chest bones.

Xu Yang’s ferocity was even greater than that of his junior brother Kong Yu; his true strength was not at all as weak as he had shown during the Martial Arts Examination.

"He could clearly have competed for the top three, yet he kept playing weak. What a poisonous snake in the shadows."

He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to his scalp. He had actually wanted to scheme against such a person, thinking he had found an opportunity to ambush him, not knowing that the other party had dug a pit just waiting for him to jump in.

But who could have imagined that someone capable of competing for the top three in the examination would choose not to?

Xu Yang’s fist momentum was overbearing, surging endlessly.

The Startling Waves Fist was not a subtle technique; besides layering force, it was purely about attacking without defending.

His fists were like crashing waves; whatever stood in his path would be smashed to pieces. The force erupted time and again. After blocking four or five punches, Han Xing’s arms were already shattered by the powerful force, reduced to a bloody mess.

"Brother Xu, spare me! Let’s talk about terms; name any condition you want."

The shadow of death filled Han Xing with fear, and he began to beg for mercy.

The bones in both his hands were already covered in cracks; they would shatter after at most a few more exchanges.

"My condition is your death."

Xu Yang was expressionless, his fists swinging like great hammers, smashing down fiercely.

"Boom!"

The air emitted a groaning explosion, and visible shockwaves rippled out.

Mountain-Shaking Hammer!

He held no hammer in his hands, but he used his fists as hammers, employing the techniques of the Mountain-Shaking Hammer.

Before the fist even arrived, the suffocating pressure made Han Xing’s expression change drastically. Xu Yang actually possessed yet another powerful technique.

He hurriedly raised his arms above his head, hoping to use soft force to neutralize this terrifying blow.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

At the moment of impact, two crisp sounds rang out in succession. Han Xing’s already bloody arms were as fragile as porcelain, snapping instantly.

His two arms, still half-clenched in fists, were sent flying, stained with blood, blasted away by sheer force.

"Ah!"

The pain of his severed arms made him scream involuntarily, his features twisted.

Xu Yang’s fists, unstoppable, slammed heavily into Han Xing’s chest.

Mountain-Shaking Hammer, breaking armor and hard-tempered bodies!

Even a master wearing heavy armor or one with a successfully tempered body could have their internal organs shattered by such a technique. Although Xu Yang’s fists were not heavy weapons like hammers, Han Xing was neither wearing heavy armor nor was he a master of hard-tempered techniques.

A terrifying, vibrating force penetrated skin and flesh, slamming directly into Han Xing’s internal organs, his *Qi* erupting like a volcanic eruption.

"Crack!"

Han Xing’s entire chest cavity collapsed, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, as if they were about to be forced out of their sockets.

His screams stopped abruptly. Large mouthfuls of blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, sprayed from his mouth. His entire body was sent flying backward as if struck by a galloping horse.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew through the air, blood still spraying. His scorching *Qi* gradually weakened, and Han Xing’s two severed arms twitched unconsciously in the air as his whole body convulsed.

"Bang!"

His body hit the ground, kicking up dust, and slid for a distance before coming to a stop.

By now, Han Xing was drawing more air in than he was letting out. His collapsed chest cavity rose and fell slightly like a deflating balloon, and he had stopped convulsing.

His lifeless eyes were filled with terror. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Han Xing was dead!

Ji Jincheng trembled like chaff in the wind, his liver and gallbladder split with fear.

Originally, it was he and Han Xing who had come to suppress and kill Xu Yang. He never expected this result. Not only had Xu Yang refined *Qi* into *Qi* armor, but he was also terrifyingly fierce; Han Xing hadn't even lasted ten moves in his hands.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Xu Yang ignored Han Xing and walked toward the terrified Ji Jincheng. "I only wanted to keep a low profile, but you all kept forcing me to kill."

"If you dare to kill me, Junior Brother Kong Yu will not let you off!" Ji Jincheng said, his voice harsh and stern, his body swaying as if about to collapse.