Chapter 42

Zhou Yang inwardly cried that things were bad, and wanted to react, but his body was still in midair with nothing to push off from.

The sound of breaking wind rang out as a fist came from below, slamming heavily into his chin.

"Bang!"

Zhou Yang's head snapped back, his eyes rolled white, and his hundred-plus jin in weight body was blasted upward.

His vision went black, and he didn't even feel the searing pain, because he was already on the verge of passing out.

Xu Yang did not stop there!

He pulled back his fist, then folded his arms across his chest, threw his whole body forward in a charge, and drove his shoulder heavily into Zhou Yang's chest.

With a bang, Zhou Yang's body flew backward like a struck ball, landing three or four meters away and kicking up a cloud of dust, sliding some distance before finally stopping.

"Ah…"

At that moment, Zhou Yang's wail of agony finally came, both hands clutching his chin as he howled and rolled on the ground.

Xu Yang halted his steps and did not strike again.

"Second Brother…"

Zhou Yuan roared, rushed over and helped Zhou Yang up, only to see drops of blood sliding from between Zhou Yang's fingers; his chin was already swollen beyond recognition, twitching with pain.

"Zhou Yang has lost!"

"I thought it would be a dragon-fight-tiger-fight, but it ended so quickly."

"The one who lost is actually not Xu Yang — he's so fierce, why did he never dare to fight Zhou Yang before?"

"One move, just one move and Zhou Yang lost — Xu Yang is so fierce."

……

The whole arena erupted; many people hadn't even reacted yet before Zhou Yang had already lost.

In the blink of an eye, two moves were thrown, and it was already over.

"It's not that Xu Yang is fierce, it's that Zhou Yang is stupid. His first move was Bear King Pawing, and he even leaped into midair to show off — his brain is full of shit."

An older disciple, seeing this, spoke out the reason Zhou Yang had lost so quickly.

If he hadn't been so arrogant and fought Xu Yang on the ground, the outcome would have been uncertain.

"Xu Yang, this is a friendly spar among fellow disciples — you actually used heavy hands." Zhou Yuan glared at Xu Yang.

As for Zhou Yang, he still hadn't quite recovered.

"Heavy hands my ass — he's the trash. How would I know he'd been training half a month longer than me, and couldn't even take one move? Ask the fellow disciples here — did I, Xu Yang, deliberately use heavy hands?"

Xu Yang said, then walked over with concern: "Zhou Zhou Shunchang, are you alright? We agreed this was a spar, so many people watching — don't try to extort me."

Zhou Yang had already recovered somewhat, and endured the searing pain to say: "I'm fine, I'll be alright after resting a bit. We really were just sparring."

Seeing so many people around, he swallowed the fury in his heart — losing to Xu Yang was already shameful enough; making a fuss about heavy hands would only make it more shameful.

Once his reputation stank, it would be hard to get by in this circle in the future.

The crowd dispersed; for them this was nothing more than a small interlude, and they still had to continue to cultivate.

"Brother Lu Ren, how is Xu Yang's strength? Can you tell?" Luo Luo Dehu asked in a low voice.

"Nothing special — if that move had been mine, I could have beaten Zhou Yang to death on the spot." Lu Ren revealed a confident smile.

He was confident he would successfully gathered Qi within at most this month; Xu Yang couldn't even get enough to eat, and was no longer qualified to be his rival.

"Truly worthy of Brother Lu Ren — soon you'll be a martial artist Master at the Qi Gathering cultivation base!" Luo Luo Dehu couldn't help but lay on some flattery.

"Qi Gathering is nothing — my goal is to advance to Marrow Washing within a year." Lu Ren lifted his chin proudly.

To this day, his goal was no longer Qi Gathering, but the realm above it; only people like Xu Yang still thought about making something of themselves after successfully gathered Qi.