Chapter 149

Moreover, since they were already enemies, killing him was the only way to solve the problem once and for all; leaving him alive would only bring trouble.

He caught up to Zhu Yang in one step, his fist thrusting out like a great spear, tearing through the air and blasting into his temple.

With a crack, accompanied by splashing blood, Zhu Yang's head was covered in numerous cracks, and he fell to the ground with his eyes rolled back.

Xu Yang was worried he wasn't dead, so he stepped on his neck and snapped it, only then stopping his movements.

"So ruthless, this is giving no way to live at all!"

"When did such a ruthless character appear in the Weiyuan Hall?"

Seeing Xu Yang's ruthlessness, many people felt a chill down their spines.

On the high stage, Ji Yun stood up suddenly, his gaze as sharp as a knife, staring at Xu Yang from afar.

The one who died was actually his disciple, Zhu Yang.

This trash couldn't even kill a mud-legged person, making him lose face in front of Lin Cheng.

"Very good, this disciple you taught is not bad!" He gritted his teeth and said this.

Lin Cheng was expressionless: "I already said, I wouldn't let you down, but you didn't believe me."

"Good kid, I actually thought you were as timid as a mouse." He thought to himself.

He was also greatly surprised, discovering that he had been wrong all along.

Xu Yang was not timid as a mouse at all, but a hidden poisonous snake; if it didn't bite, it was fine, but once it bit, it wanted a life.

Such ruthless killing, it looked like he had already killed quite a few people.

"You…"

"Senior Brother Zhu."

Kong Yu and the others roared in grief, their eyes staring fixedly at Xu Yang.

Xu Yang stood on the ring, his gaze meeting theirs.

If it weren't for Zhu Yang and Jiang Yi provoking him repeatedly and wanting to kill him, he wouldn't have sought such attention today, nor would he have killed Zhu Yang, at least not in such a high-profile occasion.

"C-18, advances!"

The proctor shouted, not caring at all about the death.

Since the examination started, it wasn't just one or two people who had died.

Kong Yu said in a deep voice: "Go carry Senior Brother Zhu down. Talking tough is useless; if we meet again, we'll avenge Senior Brother Zhu."

Ji Jincheng and the others jumped onto the ring, looking at Zhu Yang's twisted neck and cracked head, their eyes spitting fire again, but in such an occasion, they couldn't even talk tough.

Even if they retaliated afterward, it would be difficult; Xu Yang was not without backing, the Weiyuan Hall would definitely protect him, and if it were discovered, the imperial court would still pursue it.

Xu Yang jumped off the ring with a cold expression and found a place to sit and recover.

Exchanging more than twenty moves with Zhu Yang still consumed quite a bit of true qi.

Having killed a Zhu Yang, it would be good if he could meet Jiang Yi next time, but the possibility was slim.

"This Zhu Yang is truly trash; he didn't use the Heart-Destroying Palm, actually letting him win." Gu Fang felt uncomfortable.

Xu Yang won, so he advanced to the next round; if he was lucky, perhaps he would only need to win one more match to obtain a Dragon-Ascending spot.

"Winning is also fine; I haven't truly fought him yet. If he were really killed by trash like Zhu Yang, he wouldn't be the person who has been chasing behind me all along." Lu Ren was expressionless.

That Zhu Yang had his palm ruined by a simple separation of tendons and dislocation of bones; trash like that was useless whether dead or alive.

"Not good!"

Gu Fang's expression suddenly changed: "Hurry and notify the others; if you encounter people from the Fierce Wind Hall, if your strength is not as good, concede immediately."

Most of the people in the Weiyuan Hall had become people of the Gu family line; now that Xu Yang had beaten Zhu Yang to death, all Weiyuan Hall disciples were targets for retaliation.

The chance of Xu Yang meeting Fierce Wind Hall disciples again was not high, but with so many of them, the probability of encountering them was too high.

"He entered the third round; looking at this, it's very likely he will ascend the dragon."

On the viewing stage, Huang Xu's expression was very ugly.

Yesterday, Xu Yang had already made the Huang family lose face; if he ascended the dragon, the Huang family would become a joke in Qingyuan, having eyes but failing to recognize a treasure, and in the future, there would probably be no martial artists willing to serve the Huang family.

"This kid is actually so ruthless!"

Huang Ping was terrified by Xu Yang's ruthlessness.

In front of all the people of Qingyuan, he had beaten a Fierce Wind Hall disciple to death alive; how was this still the mud-legged person who couldn't even get enough to eat back then?

His own daughter had humiliated him; would he retaliate?

Thinking of this, he became a bit afraid.

……

After Xu Yang's true qi recovered, the first match of the second round ended, and they began to draw lots.

"Junior Brother Lu, have you recovered?" Sun Tao didn't know when he had found him, protecting him from the side.

Xu Yang nodded: "Thank you, Senior Brother Sun. May I ask which brothers have advanced?"

Hearing this, Sun Tao said in a deep voice: "Besides you and me, only Senior Sister Gu Fang, Senior Brother Jiang Ping, and Senior Brother Zhao Zhifei have advanced smoothly; the others all encountered experts."

Including Zhang Hong, who drew the bye, this meant that in this round for the Weiyuan Hall, only six people advanced smoothly, and the remaining six all had to fight another match.

The fighting began quickly, and Xu Yang and Sun Tao wandered between several rings, watching the battles they were interested in.

Xiong Kui was blasted off the ring by someone, sustaining heavy injuries, and was eliminated on the spot.

Zhang Yong fought his opponent for more than fifty moves, found a flaw, defeated his opponent, and advanced to the third round.

The other two disciples of the Gu family line in the Weiyuan Hall were also miserably eliminated, and Yang Lin advanced with injuries.

Lu Ren encountered a Through-Arm Fist expert and fought with the other party for more than a hundred moves before he blasted the other party off the ring, sustaining minor injuries himself.

Up to this point, of the fourteen disciples of the Weiyuan Hall who participated in the examination, only nine remained to advance to the third round.

"Not good!"

Lu Ren's hair was disheveled, no longer having his previous style.

After fighting for more than a hundred moves, it wasn't just a matter of injury; both his true qi and physical strength were severely consumed.

But he had no time to recover at all; they had already started drawing lots, and once the drawing ended, the duel would start immediately.

"This match is not easy!"

Xu Yang glanced at the slip in his hand, B-6.

Those who could enter the third round, except for the few lucky ones like Zhang Hong, basically all had the cultivation of the mid-stage of Qi Gathering Major Success.

Walking to this step, there were very few pure lucky ones left.

However, in this match, because the previous round's bloody fighting was severe, many people had injuries on their bodies, making it the easiest match to pick up a bargain.

Walking to the B-category ring, he saw some acquaintances again; Zhao Zhifei, Jiang Ping, and Zhang Yong had all drawn the B-category ring.

He also saw Jiang Yi and Ji Jincheng.

Jiang Yi's robe was stained with blood, his face pale, without his usual arrogant aura, and he didn't come up to provoke him.

Xu Yang glanced at him coldly and stood with Zhang Yong.

Suddenly, the crowd was in a commotion.

A man with a hint of elegance strode over; it was none other than the expert of the Through-Arm Fist Hall, Han Xing, who was known as a half-step Marrow Cleansing expert and had practiced the Heaven-Reaching Strength.

He was not as overbearing as Yun Feng; even seeing the fearful gazes of the crowd, he still cupped his hands very politely.

"I hope my opponent is not him."

Many people prayed in their hearts that their opponent would not be Han Xing; few people were willing to fight someone who had comprehended the Heaven-Reaching Strength.

Probably only Cao Rong and Yun Feng had the certainty of winning against him; the others, even people like Gu Haoming, dared not say they could win 100%.

The first match of the third round began quickly, and Zhang Yong of the Weiyuan Hall was the first to take the stage.

His luck was good this time; his opponent's injuries were severe, and after fighting for more than ten moves, he decisively conceded, and he advanced smoothly.

He was a bit excited.

Walking to this step, he only needed to win one more match to ascend the dragon.

"B-6, take the stage!" The proctor shouted on the ring.

"Be careful!" Zhang Yong said.

Xu Yang nodded gently, leaped onto the ring, and then saw his opponent for this match.

The other party's robe was torn, his face was bloodless, and he looked like his injuries were very serious.

"Brother Xu's skills are not bad; I concede."

As soon as the other party saw that it was Xu Yang, the Weiyuan Hall disciple who had slaughtered Zhu Yang yesterday, and then saw Xu Yang's spirited appearance, he immediately conceded decisively.

"He got lucky again!"

Jiang Yi was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

"He really walked to this step!" Jiang Ping felt some regret.