Chapter 375

"Stand down!" A cold voice rang out, almost devoid of any emotion.

But those familiar with this voice knew that its owner was furious to the extreme.

It was Qi Tai, the master of the Medicine King Peak.

The figures that had leaped up landed unwillingly, their faces full of rage.

"The little guy was a bit heavy-handed."

On the high platform, the Yellow Maple Valley Master laughed.

Zhang Jingyuan had shown no emotional change from start to finish, even smiling: "No matter, in a martial arts spar, how can there be no injuries?"

"I concede!" Lin Jingyu cupped his hands, his expression calm.

Qi Xuancheng's face was livid, but he had to admit Lin Jingyu's strength.

Without a word, he picked up his sword and turned to jump off the arena.

"Are there any other senior brothers who wish to offer guidance?" Lin Jingyu smiled as he looked at the few who had wanted to pounce on him earlier.

None of them spoke.

Most of the Medicine King Peak disciples were alchemists, and their martial arts talent was not strong. Although they had reached the Marrow Cleansing stage, it was all piled up with elixirs. Individually, none of them were Lin Jingyu's match.

"Hateful, if only Yan Guiyun were here!" Many in the Purple Sun Gate clenched their fists.

Qi Xuancheng and Zhang Hanzhou, the two geniuses who had begun to impact the Heavenly Origin stage, had both been defeated. Few dared to say they could steadily win against Lin Jingyu if they went up.

For a time, the entire Purple Sun Gate seemed to be suppressed by Lin Jingyu, with no one stepping forward.

Lin Jingyu sneered and suddenly looked at Xu Yang: "Brother Xu, could you come up for a few rounds? Let me witness the wonders of the Golden Internal Energy."

He hadn't heard Xu Yang's name before, but he knew Li Chuyang, the son of Li Lingdu, a very wild and strong person.

But just now, he had seen from afar that Li Chuyang had been sent flying by a single punch from Xu Yang and had conceded on the spot.

"Swish!"

In an instant, Xu Yang felt as if he could hear the sound of eyes turning.

In the entire martial arts arena, everyone's gaze fell squarely on Xu Yang.

Qi Xuancheng had been defeated, so Xu Yang going up would be of no use, but Lin Jingyu had specifically challenged him to see the Golden Internal Energy, and Xu Yang could not refuse.

Don't look at the elders, peak masters, and the Sect Master on the platform as if they didn't care; that was just them not showing it, as it was inappropriate for them to intervene in front of the juniors. If Xu Yang showed cowardice at this moment, it would be the entire Purple Sun Gate losing face.

Never mind just the possibility of injury; even if it meant death, he had to go up.

"A good show to watch!"

Song Yushao and Liu Qingyuan both showed schadenfreude. Although Xu Yang wouldn't die, injury was inevitable.

There were others who also wore expressions of schadenfreude.

"You should accompany Lin Jingyu for a few rounds," Elder Huoyun said.

He knew Xu Yang's temperament too well; even if he could win, Xu Yang might not fight such a meaningless battle, let alone now when he couldn't win.

If he didn't speak first, Xu Yang would likely refuse to spar with Lin Jingyu directly.

Although there was danger, if Xu Yang didn't dare to step onto the arena in this situation, even with Zhang Jingyuan's good temper, he would be held accountable afterward.

"This disciple obeys!" Xu Yang cupped his hands.

Du Chuan and the others looked at Xu Yang with sympathy, knowing he was in trouble and would likely be bedridden for ten days or half a month.

"Try not to clash fists with him; his fists are very heavy and hard," the pale-faced Qi Xuancheng warned.

Everyone looked at him in surprise. He and Li Chuyang had been singing the same tune, giving Li Chuyang a chance to challenge Xu Yang, and both were under Qi Tai's tutelage. Logically, it was impossible for him to warn Xu Yang.

"Their fist strength is fierce and unparalleled, but speed is their weakness. With your strength, if you can suppress them in speed, perhaps you have a chance to win," Zhang Hanzhou also said.

Although he hadn't fought Lin Jingyu, Lin Jingyu and Huang Xiao both used the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist. He had fought Huang Xiao for dozens of rounds and understood the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist better than Qi Xuancheng.

His main issue was insufficient strength to break Huang Xiao's defense; otherwise, he would have been the winner.

Xu Yang nodded slightly.

"Just concede after a few rounds!" Ye Qiuling whispered, clearly not believing Xu Yang could defeat Lin Jingyu.

Although Zhang Hanzhou knew the weakness of the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist, actual combat wasn't just about talk.

Anyway, he was forced onto the arena; conceding after dealing with a few rounds would preserve the sect's face and keep himself from getting hurt.

Xu Yang looked at Ye Qiuling in surprise, not expecting her to teach him this, and he shook his head slightly.

Ye Qiuling was stunned. What did the shake mean? Was he going to fight to the death and not concede? Or did he think he could defeat Lin Jingyu using Zhang Hanzhou's method?

Her red lips parted slightly, wanting to ask what the shake meant, but Xu Yang had already strode toward the arena.

In the entire martial arts arena, basically everyone's gaze was on Xu Yang. While worried, they were also full of hope, hoping Xu Yang could defeat Lin Jingyu and restore some reputation for the Purple Sun Gate.

"Brother Zhang, I previously observed from afar that this child possesses Golden Internal Energy. I wonder what technique he cultivates? As far as I know, the Purple Sun Gate has no technique for cultivating Golden Internal Energy," the Yellow Maple Valley Master said.

Even he was curious about what technique Xu Yang cultivated.

Zhang Jingyuan shook his head: "Xu Yang's method of cultivating Golden Internal Energy did not originate from the Purple Sun Gate, but from another opportunity. As for which one, I do not know either."

The Yellow Maple Valley Master stopped asking, his gaze falling on Xu Yang, who had already stepped onto the arena.

"Brother Xu, please offer your guidance!" Lin Jingyu cupped his hands.

Xu Yang's gaze was steady, and he also cupped his hands: "Please!"

The entire martial arts arena went quiet, everyone holding their breath, eyes fixed on the two, afraid to miss any detail.

However, after the two finished cupping their hands, neither made a move.

Xu Yang stood like a mountain, quietly in place. He had come up reluctantly, so he had no desire to strike.

Lin Jingyu, however, was somewhat self-important, thinking Xu Yang would take the initiative like Qi Xuancheng, waiting to counter, but he never expected Xu Yang to simply not move.

"Be careful!" Lin Jingyu roared, his internal energy surging within him.

His robes bulged, and crimson energy surged from his pores, vibrating the air and emitting a roar.

Energy like a tide, Lin Jingyu tapped his toes on the arena and stepped out, his powerful aura sweeping out like a raging sea.

"Boom!"

The surging energy roared, rapidly gathering at his fist tips. His thick, crimson fist tore through the air, emitting a piercing whistle, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist!

The domineering fist pressure rushed straight at Xu Yang, with the momentum of a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting. If not for Yang Yuanzhou protecting the arena, the whole thing would have fallen apart. Xu Yang felt a pressure on his body, his frame sinking slightly.

"Good fist technique!" Xu Yang praised.

If such a fierce fist technique were in his hands, its power would be even more astonishing, but unfortunately, this was the unique skill of the Yellow Maple Valley, and he couldn't learn it.

Visible ripples swept across, and his ears felt as if thunder were roaring.

Xu Yang's gaze gradually sharpened. After restraining most of his power, his body shook, shattering the fist pressure on him. He felt as if he had broken free from restraints, his joints roaring and his blood surging.

Golden Internal Energy surged on his body, pouring into his fist, and Xu Yang moved too.

He stepped out, his body suddenly disappearing from where he stood, his golden fist tearing through the air and striking like lightning.

"Boom!"

Like muffled thunder, wind rose, and the two fist pressures clashed first, invisible energy sweeping out.

"Well done!" Lin Jingyu roared.

He had thought Xu Yang wouldn't dare to clash fists with him, but he didn't expect Xu Yang to also like this kind of hard-hitting, fierce fighting style, meeting force with force from the very first move.

He couldn't help but feel delighted, his fist strength increasing by another notch.

"Arrogant!" Qi Xuancheng snorted.

Seeing Xu Yang's stance, he knew he wanted to clash fists with Lin Jingyu. He had clearly warned Xu Yang to be careful of Lin Jingyu's fists, but he didn't expect Xu Yang to not listen at all, clashing head-on with Lin Jingyu in the very first move.

Did he think he was joking, or did he think he was exaggerating, not taking Lin Jingyu seriously?

"So reckless!" Zhang Hanzhou was also frowning.

He held a semi-spirit weapon and couldn't break the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist; for Xu Yang to want to break it with his flesh and blood was simply a pipe dream.

If the White Tiger Gold-Shattering Fist were so easy to break, he and Qi Xuancheng wouldn't have been defeated so soundly.

"Daring to clash fists with Brother Lin Jingyu, he's simply courting death," Huang Xiao sneered.

The Yellow Maple Valley's fists were no joke; their fists were harder and sharper than semi-spirit weapons. For an ordinary person to dare to resist them with bare hands, the outcome was basically broken bones and tendons.

Although his physical cultivation was at the minor completion of Body Forging, he absolutely couldn't block Lin Jingyu's fist.

It wasn't just them; many were shaking their heads, sighing at Xu Yang's recklessness, treating Lin Jingyu as if he were Li Chuyang.

If he had fought Lin Jingyu for a few rounds and then conceded, he wouldn't have been injured. Now, it would be hard for him to walk off the arena intact; his injuries might even be worse than Qi Xuancheng's.

Amidst everyone's disappointed expressions, the two fists, like meteors, crashed together.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided like two great mountains, and a visible shockwave swept out violently, rolling in all directions.

Below the arena, many disciples braced their protective energy, anticipating the scene of Xu Yang's fist shattering and him flying backward in a scream.

Xu Yang raised his eyelids slightly, calmly watching the genius of the Yellow Maple Valley. The other party's face was youthful; judging by his age, he shouldn't be over twenty, likely a Dragon-Ascending disciple from the same batch as Xu Qing.

Of course, he still looked a bit older than him.

He would always be eighteen!

Force surged, sweeping out like a raging sea, drowning the entire arena and obscuring their figures, but it quickly dissipated.

When their figures were revealed, both their fist auras had almost shattered and disappeared, revealing bare fists continuing to collide.

Xu Yang was very satisfied with this result; he controlled the power he displayed to be just equal to Lin Jingyu's.

"Bang!"

Flesh and blood collided, another huge roar sounding, like metal clashing.