Chapter 418

Why didn't these great families recruit new disciples as soon as they entered the sect? It was to observe them over a year or two to ensure they wouldn't cultivate an ingrate before recruiting them.

Lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet, Qiao Yong's face turned pale instantly.

Now, only by displaying extraordinary talent and defeating Xu Yang with thunderous means would these people understand that he had the capital to be proud and conceited.

"Less nonsense, watch this. Today I will make you understand the gap in talent between us."

Qiao Yong dared not let Xu Yang continue speaking. He unleashed a Major Success-level lightness skill, his body suddenly disappearing from where he stood, his fist tearing through the air as he struck out.

"Boom!"

Qi surged, the air emitted a roar, and a dazzling red light lit up on Qiao Yong's fist. A fist aura, condensed and real, shot out from his hand.

A Major Success fist technique!

"Although this child is conceited, he does have some capital for his conceit," Ding Yuan remarked.

Qiao Yong had been in the sect for less than a year. Even counting the time spent accumulating contribution points to exchange for the martial technique, he had likely only practiced this technique for seven or eight months.

To bring a martial technique to Major Success in seven or eight months, his comprehension could be called outstanding. It was no wonder he became the first of the Ten Elites.

The fist aura streaked across like a meteor, heading straight for Xu Yang's face, carrying a strong gale.

In others' eyes, this punch was as fast as lightning, but in Xu Yang's eyes, while not as slow as a snail, it was nearly the same. He merely tilted his head slightly, and the fist aura flew past his ear, hitting empty space.

Qiao Yong didn't expect the first move to hurt Xu Yang; this move was just to attract Xu Yang's attention. The real killing blow was yet to come.

While Xu Yang was dodging the fist aura, he had already approached Xu Yang like a bolt of lightning, waving his hand to strike another punch.

"Boom, boom..."

The air emitted a tearing roar, and four fist imprints, indistinguishable between real and fake, appeared, enveloping Xu Yang with a strong gale.

"Phantom Star Gang Fist?"

A faint smile curled at the corner of Xu Yang's mouth. Qiao Yong was also practicing the Phantom Star Gang Fist. He was all too familiar with this fist technique.

Taking a large step forward, he retracted and flicked his arm, thrusting it out like a great spear piercing the air. While easily dodging the several fist auras, he struck precisely onto Qiao Yong's body-protecting Gang Qi.

"Crack!"

A series of shattering sounds rang out. Qiao Yong's body-protecting Gang Qi was like fragile porcelain, instantly covered in numerous cracks, and then exploded with a boom.

Xu Yang's fist, with the force of a bamboo being split, landed on Qiao Yong's chest.

"Bang!"

Qiao Yong felt as if he had been struck by a hammer, his face showing pain. His body flew backward at a speed faster than when he came, flying all the way off the ring.

Qiao Yong, defeated!

The martial arts arena, with hundreds or thousands of people, fell into a momentary silence, followed by a massive wave, like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake.

"Qiao Yong lost!"

"One move! He couldn't even take one move from Xu Yang!"

"Xu Yang broke the Major Success level Phantom Star Gang Qi Fist with a single move and blasted him off the arena; he lost so thoroughly."

"Thinking that being the first of the Ten Elites meant he could challenge the authority of the previous Ten Elites—his conceit is laughable."

"Xu Yang didn't even use Gang Qi; he suppressed him with just his physical body."

"He should be glad it was on the ring; otherwise, Xu Yang could have killed him with one punch. It's laughable that he thought Xu Yang looked down on him. The fact that he didn't slaughter you is already a sign of a good temper."

……

Qiao Yong stood blankly under the ring, not yet having recovered from his defeat. Why was his Major Success Phantom Star Gang Fist easily broken by Xu Yang?

Why was it that when Xu Yang fought Yang Fu before, it lasted so long, but with him, it became so fierce?

He couldn't even take one move from Xu Yang?

The mocking sounds from all around spread like a tide. His face was deathly pale, his whole body trembling, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The more conceited his words were before, the more his face hurt now.

One move! And that was without even using Gang Qi, he was crushed and blasted off the ring.

If it were a life-and-death battle, he would already be dead.

"Qiao Yong defeated, Xu Yang wins!" the deacon shouted.

Xu Yang smiled and cupped his hands to the deacon, then turned and jumped off the ring.

"This child's combat awareness is not bad; he could actually see the flaw in the Major Success Phantom Star Gang Fist at a glance." Du Qingpu was very satisfied with Xu Yang's performance.

Being able to defeat Qiao Yong in one move, even he was surprised.

One must know that in the previous match, Qiao Yong had defeated a disciple with Major Success Gang Qi. Although that person had only just broken through, it was still a solid Major Success Gang Qi cultivation base.

"I think it's because he has some understanding of the Phantom Star Gang Fist," Ding Yuan said.

"Elder Ding is right. The fist technique Xu Yang practices is also this Phantom Star Gang Fist."

Liu Jinghe spoke up from the side: "His Phantom Star Gang Fist should also be at Major Success. Qiao Yong using the Phantom Star Gang Fist to fight him was simply telling Xu Yang his own weaknesses."

He had recommended the fist techniques for both of them; he didn't expect them to meet on the ring. It would be strange if Qiao Yong didn't lose.

Li Songhe glanced at Liu Jinghe indifferently without speaking. He knew that even if Xu Yang hadn't practiced the Phantom Star Gang Fist, defeating Qiao Yong would still have been a one-move affair.

……

Xu Yang walked toward the gathering place of the disciples participating in the grand competition. The way everyone looked at him was different now.

Being able to defeat Qiao Yong in one move meant that he could also defeat ordinary Major Success Gang Qi martial artists in a few moves.

"Congratulations!" Zhang Yong smiled and cupped his hands.

"Brother Xu's strength is truly astonishing," Zhou Zhichao, standing nearby, said with a salute.

"It's just a Minor Success Gang Qi; if I couldn't even beat him, I'd be too useless," Xu Yang laughed.

As he spoke, he stood beside Sun Tao.

"Qiao Yong's martial heart is likely to collapse," Sun Tao laughed.

Not far away, Qiao Yong's face was ashen, keeping his head down and not daring to look at anyone.

Being defeated by Xu Yang in one move, all his pride was smashed to pieces. If he hadn't said those words before the fight, losing to Xu Yang, who was one of the previous Ten Elites, wouldn't have been anything; no one would have mocked him, as he had two years less practice time.

But the key was that he had said a bunch of proud and conceited words, saying he would make Xu Yang regret it and see the gap between them, yet he was blasted off the ring in one move. He had lost all face.

Added to the infamy of being ungrateful and an ingrate, he himself felt as ridiculous as a clown.

"Find an opportunity and slaughter him!"

Xu Yang's gaze swept over, killing intent rising in his heart.

Regardless of whether Qiao Yong would be unable to recover, he would inevitably resent him. Although he didn't fear him, keeping him around would always be a disaster, not to mention he still had Xu Qing.

Not being able to do anything to him didn't mean he couldn't do anything to Xu Qing. Such a person was capable of any despicable act.

The grand competition continued, and both Zhang Yong and Sun Tao successfully advanced to the next round.

In this match, Zhang Yong was still very relaxed, but Sun Tao fought somewhat arduously, battling for over a hundred moves before defeating his opponent.

Soon it was the resurrection tournament. Qiao Yong went on stage again, and whether it was because he was hit hard by Xu Yang, he didn't advance and was completely eliminated.

In fact, it wasn't just him; all the others with Minor Success Gang Qi were also eliminated. The remaining ones were all of Major Success Gang Qi cultivation.

"Today's grand competition ends; we continue tomorrow."

The deacon announced on the ring, and the crowd of disciples dispersed.

Today only the top fifty were decided; tomorrow the top twenty would be decided.

The fighting time wasn't much, mainly to leave time for the participants to recover their strength.

The next day, the grand competition continued. In the morning, the top thirty were decided, and in the afternoon, the top twenty.

In both of Xu Yang's matches, after fighting for a dozen or twenty moves, his opponents saw that he hadn't even used Gang Qi and voluntarily conceded.

Sun Tao only made it into the top thirty and couldn't make it into the top twenty. Zhang Yong, with Perfection Gang Qi, successfully made it into the top twenty.

However, Xu Yang saw that he was already starting to struggle; he probably wouldn't make it into the top ten.

Liu Qian also stopped at the top thirty. Qin Ze, like Zhang Yong, barely made it into the top twenty.

The second day finally arrived, the day to decide the top ten, top five, and top three.

Early in the morning, several of them arrived at the martial arts arena and found that there were many more people on the high platform. Even Li Songhe, who had the highest status, had several people sitting on equal footing with him.

Except for recognizing an Elder Huoyun, Xu Yang didn't recognize any of the others, only being able to tell that the status of some people should be higher than the outer sect Elder Li Songhe.

"We should be able to meet today. I will definitely defeat you within ten moves."

Su Zhe stood not far away, his gaze burning as he looked at Xu Yang.

Today, the top ten, top five, and top three were to be decided; he and Xu Yang would inevitably meet.

Most of the geniuses on the Ten Elites list would also have to meet; today was the most intense day of the grand competition.

Soon, the drawing of lots began.

Xu Yang went on stage and drew a "Jia-5".

"What number are you?" Zhang Yong leaned over. ===== CHAPTER 419 =====