Chapter 64: This is how the Splitting Mountain Fist is used

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhu Yun's face turned red at an eerie speed, instantly becoming as red as pig liver.

He certainly knew Shen Qing was a genius, but who isn't?

If Zhu Yuan weren't a genius, he couldn't have been selected by the Six Gates for further study.

Moreover, he had trained over twenty years more than Shen Qing, and after leading the Embroidered Uniform Guard to destroy the Double Absolute Sect, he actually thought himself invincible.

Zhu Yuan was eager for revenge, so while at the Double Absolute Sect he didn't carefully examine the corpses, and the people sent down the mountain to gather intelligence weren't thorough either.

So they didn't know that the Double Absolute Sect's Grandmaster Realm was killed by Shen Qing with four arrows.

Gold-uniform Captain Xu Lin's face darkened a few degrees: 'Is the Embroidered Uniform Guard of Luo River City really so impolite?'

Shen Qing directly retorted: 'Which old scallion are you?'

'You have manners? You yourself have none, yet now you demand we be polite?'

'When my few friends waited for you at the city gate for half a time, how could you not be polite?'

'A dung beetle yawning, a stinky mouth.'

Shen Qing turned his head and called to the scholar crouching behind the door.

'Scholar, bring this old thing a life-and-death order as well.'

After saying all that, Xu Lin also turned red with anger, his lips trembling uncontrollably, yet he couldn't utter a word.

There was nothing to be done.

Shen Qing, however, had undergone advanced internet training in his previous life, and his foul mouth had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

If you replaced him with a court official, you might still be able to trade a couple of insults with Shen Qing.

But unfortunately, Xu Lin is merely a crude martial man.

With Xu Lin's meager quarreling skills, Shen Qing would only feel that his scolding is like acting coquettish!

At this moment, the Heir of the Prince of Dongling, Zhang Mo, slapped his folding fan: 'Shen Qing, aren't you going too far?'

Shen Qing glanced at Zhang Mo with a bland expression: 'I almost forgot about you guys.'

'I'm not talking about just him.'

'I mean everyone present, each and every one, can sign a life-and-death order with me.'

Upon hearing this, the Centurions behind Shen Qing only felt their legs go weak; watching his back, they had only one thought.

'Damn, that feels great!'

Shen Qing is practically their strongest mouthpiece, voicing the words they wanted to say but dared not.

Zhang Shan hurried over to Shen Qing's side, grabbing his arm: 'Oh my, Lord Shen, it's not that serious, not that serious!'

Zhang Shan differs from others; he has interacted with Shen Qing the most, so he knows Shen Qing isn't just talking—he'll really do it; as long as these people dare to sign a life-and-death order, Shen Qing will truly take their heads.

Naturally, Shen Qing thinks the same.

When this group arrived in Luo River City, they didn't go to the Investigations Office but first came to his Centurion's Office; naturally they weren't here to play house.

Then Shen Qing naturally wouldn't indulge them, especially since Zhu Yuan's killing intent is written all over his face, and the others are each fierce and vicious.

So to settle things, he simply took care of them all at once.

Zhu Yuan let out a low roar: 'Sign! Sign! Sign! Whoever doesn't sign is a bastard's son! Come on!'

The scholar also had the life-and-death order and brush ready; Shen Qing lifted his brush and wrote his name 'Shen Qing' with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes.

This Zhu Yuan seems to have gone mad; he directly shoved the brush and ink to the ground, bit his finger, and wrote his name in blood.

The notary was naturally taken by Investigations Office Qin Chuan and Gold-uniform Captain Xu Lin.

After that, they proceeded to the fighting platform of the Centurion's Office.

This is probably the liveliest day ever for the Centurion's Office fighting platform.

Ten centurions, ten silver-uniform captains, one thousand-man commander, one gold-uniform captain, one embroidered-uniform garrison commander—these people could sweep across the martial world of Yongning Prefecture.

At the spectator stand beside the fighting platform, Qin Chuan, Xu Lin, and Lu Tong sat in the middle.

Xu Lin looked at the fighting platform being set up and showed a hint of a smile.

'Qin Chuan, you treasure Shen Qing, don't you? But it's a pity you made the wrong choice.'

'You don't know, this Zhu Yuan is a genius—he broke through to the Grandmaster Realm in his early forties; has Yongning Prefecture ever produced such a young grandmaster?'

Seeing Qin Chuan silent, Xu Lin looked toward Zhang Mo behind him: 'Prince Zhang, you're acquainted with Zhu Yuan; what do you think the outcome of this battle will be?'

Zhang Mo wore an air of ease: 'I estimate this battle will be about three to seven—Shen Qing three, Zhu Yuan seven; no matter how you say it, they could destroy the Double Absolute Sect, and it shouldn't be too embarrassing a loss.'

At this moment Qin Chuan spoke: 'Oh? So confident? Zhang Shan, you're familiar with Shen Qing—what ratio do you think it will be?'

Zhang Shan didn't even think: 'I think it's also three to seven.'

Upon hearing this, the Six Gates side couldn't help but lift the corners of their mouths, but soon Zhang Shan added another sentence.

'Shen Qing three punches, Zhu Yuan's head seven.'

This instantly left the Six Gates people completely stunned.

Meanwhile, the centurions here were all holding back laughter.

They had all read the Double Absolute Sect's battle records, and they all knew Shen Qing had killed a grandmaster with four arrows.

Xu Lin snorted: 'Good, good, good, none of you know what humility is—then we'll just wait and see!'

On the fighting platform, Shen Qing and Zhu Yuan had already ascended; within a radius of several hundred meters there was no presence of the Embroidered Uniform Guard—not because they didn't want to let them watch the fight, but because this is a grandmaster-level battle, and close-up viewing would truly be disrespectful.

Zhu Yuan rubbed his wrist, bones cracking, and coldly glanced at Shen Qing.

'Shen Qing, you do have courage—daring to step onto the fighting platform at twenty to engage in a life-and-death battle with me?'

'But you'll regret it!'

Shen Qing's face remained calm: 'You'd better pray that your body and your mouth are equally hard later.'

Zhu Yuan knew he absolutely couldn't outtalk Shen Qing, so he simply shut up and waited for the death match to begin.

Soon, Qin Chuan stood up: 'Everyone ready? Then let's begin.'

As Qin Chuan's words fell, Zhu Yuan moved first, lunging straight at Shen Qing while simultaneously unleashing the Double Absolute Sect's secret art, Splitting Mountain Fist, with all his might; a faint roar could be heard in the air, and true qi continuously coiled around Zhu Yuan's hands.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes: "Splitting Mountain Fist? So you're a remnant of the Double Absolute Sect."

Seeing that he had been recognized, Zhu Yuan dropped the pretense, his face twisted: "Exactly! I'm here today to avenge my adoptive father! I'll tear you apart with Splitting Mountain Fist!"

Shen Qing laughed and shook his head: "How convenient—no effort needed. If I'd known there was a remnant in the Six Gates, I'd have been wondering how to kill him, but you've conveniently delivered yourself."

Zhu Yuan gritted his teeth: "Just die peacefully beneath my Splitting Mountain Fist!"

Seeing Zhu Yuan about to charge within ten meters of Shen Qing, Shen Qing moved.

"A remnant of the Double Absolute Sect—watch closely!"

"This is how Splitting Mountain Fist is used."

As his words fell, Shen Qing's true qi surged toward his right fist, and a mountain‑shaking roar burst from the air; even the fighting platform was whipped into a gale by his true qi.

In the next instant, their fists collided—Zhu Yuan's Splitting Mountain Fist was as laughable as he himself, and in a heartbeat Shen Qing's Splitting Mountain Fist tore it apart, sending him flying backward.

Midair, the flying‑backward Zhu Yuan kept spurting blood, his eyes wide with shock: "How is this possible? How could you?!"

But his vision held no trace of Shen Qing.

In the next instant, the wind from the Splitting Mountain Fist struck from behind—but even faster than that wind was Shen Qing's voice.

"Your Splitting Mountain Fist is very slick."