Chapter 38: Violent Crushing!

Bang!

Luo Tong stomped his foot hard on the ground, and terrifying power surged through his tendons, bones, flesh, and blood like an explosion.

Even the spectators outside could clearly feel the Inner Strength transmitting layer by layer within Luo Tong's body, like waves, one wave piling upon another, gathering onto his right fist.

An unmatched aura spread across him, causing all onlookers to drastically change their expressions.

"Oh no, he's gone all out!"

Lin Feng and Song Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, their hearts seemingly stopping at this moment, and they unconsciously held their breath.

At this moment, Luo Tong was like a wild beast, his aura fierce and frenzied, even more terrifying than when he had previously fought them.

"You brat!"

Wei Yuan angrily cursed, leaping up from his chair with a swoosh, ready to intervene at any moment.

Zhan Bai behind him also had a solemn expression.

At this moment, Luo Tong made even him feel threatened; even at his peak, he had no certainty of victory.

"Brother!"

Qin Lan's face turned even paler, frightened by Luo Tong's intimidating aura into collapsing limply to the ground.

"Playing the hero by showing off? Today, I'll turn you into a bear!"

Luo Tong sneered ferociously, like a tiger descending from the mountain, not dodging or evading, he charged straight at Qin Shuo.

When Qin Shuo made his move, Luo Tong had already sensed that his opponent's Inner Strength cultivation was only at the Great Success level; in terms of strength thickness, he was inferior even to Lin Feng, let alone Song Yan.

With such cultivation, daring to act arrogantly and challenge him—truly ignorant of life and death.

The charging Qin Shuo also felt Luo Tong's frenzied, domineering, and mighty aura.

He immediately held nothing back, and the Burning Blood Secret Technique activated instantly.

Swoosh!

Almost the moment he used the Burning Blood Secret Technique, his qi and blood surged like molten lava.

His skin instantly turned flushed all over, his whole body appearing as if just scooped out of boiling water.

Threads of blood qi seeped from his pores, making him look as if shrouded in a thin layer of blood mist, incredibly terrifying.

Whoosh!

Upon activating the Burning Blood Secret Technique, Qin Shuo felt his strength and speed increase by more than double.

His figure instantly vanished from the spot, and when he reappeared, he had already rushed to Luo Tong's front.

"What incredible speed!"

Someone exclaimed, their face showing utter disbelief.

Even Wei Yuan and Yan Song raised their eyebrows, their eyes flashing with surprise and doubt.

Others might not perceive it deeply, but the two who had entered the Pulse Passing stage could see clearly.

Just moments ago, Qin Shuo's aura suddenly surged greatly, likewise reaching the level of Inner Strength Great Perfection.

And before this, his opponent had clearly only been at Inner Strength Great Success.

This sudden surge made both men's hearts jump, as they sensed an extraordinary qi mechanism.

It was the taste of burning qi and blood.

"This..."

Faced with Qin Shuo suddenly appearing before him, Luo Tong was also startled, then immediately and without hesitation swung a punch, terrifying force whipping up wind and thunder, his movement equally astonishingly fast.

"Fast speed means nothing; our Mang Mountain Fist's one force reduces ten efforts—he wants to clash head-on with Luo Tong Shidi, simply courting death."

Seeing Luo Tong strike, the disciples of the Mang Mountain Fist Hall became excited, full of confidence in Luo Tong.

Bang!

The fists collided.

A massive explosive force burst forth on Luo Tong's fist.

He suddenly widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Crack!

A crisp bone-cracking sound came from his fist, a piercing pain causing him to briefly lose consciousness.

Immediately after, he felt his body flung backward, the scenery on both sides rapidly receding.

Bang!

His sturdy body heavily slammed into the hard courtyard wall, the wall instantly shattering into pieces, emitting the sound of being unable to bear the weight.

Luo Tong felt as if he had been head-on collided with by a furious rhinoceros, the violent force surging along his arm into his body, scattering his entire strength.

At this moment, everyone was stunned!

"What's happening?" someone exclaimed, breaking the silence.

The Mang Mountain Fist disciples who had been full of confidence moments ago were now all petrified, hardly daring to believe their own eyes.

"How is this possible?" The entire crowd was shocked.

Just moments ago, the arrogant Luo Tong was actually defeated with just one exchange, beaten into serious injury.

Everyone's gaze toward the handsome youth in the arena changed, as if looking at a monster—shocked, terrified, horrified!

"You're too weak!"

Qin Shuo calmly looked at Luo Tong, his tone indifferent, as if merely stating a simple fact.

But the contempt and disdain unintentionally revealed made Luo Tong's eyes instantly turn red.

"You're courting death!"

Luo Tong roared in anger, his qi and blood surging, his body trembling violently as he broke free from the wall.

The next moment, he was like a furious mad lion, his eyes bloodshot, roaring as he charged at Qin Shuo.

He fractured his right hand, so he gathered all his strength into his left hand, filled with the fury to destroy everything, and swung his punch heavily.

Pfft!

Suddenly, Luo Tong felt as if his chest had been struck by a small mountain.

Immediately afterward, he saw himself flying into the air.

"I said it—you're too weak!"

The flat voice entered Luo Tong's ears, devoid of any emotion.

Like the sovereign who looks down upon all beings, facing a ridiculous ant, there was neither anger nor pity, only endless indifference.

Luo Tong widened his eyes, staring blankly at his body leaving the ground and rising into midair.

From this angle, he could even see the stunned, stone-like expressions of everyone in the courtyard.

Too fast!

The opponent's speed is too fast!

His punch had only been thrown halfway when the opponent's fist had already landed on his chest.

Speed, strength, reaction...

I am actually being completely overwhelmed by this youth in every aspect, with no strength to fight back at all.

How is this possible?

He is actually Inner Strength Great Perfection!

His body rose to the highest point, then began to fall freely.

The next moment, Luo Tong suddenly felt a large hand gripping his face.

Immediately afterward, he experienced a scene he would never forget in his life.

In the martial training field.

After Qin Shuo grabbed Luo Tong's skull with one hand, he directly pushed his Thousand Catty Arm Strength to the extreme, swinging Luo Tong like a human-shaped bat.

Bang!

Qin Shuo slammed Luo Tong heavily onto the ground, the terrifying force directly blasting a deep pit into the martial field's surface.

That is, Luo Tong had already achieved Inner Strength Consummation, allowing him to protect his entire body.

Otherwise, this fall would have been enough to shatter his tendons and bones, breaking his bones and snapping his sinews.

Despite that, Luo Tong was still thrown into disarray, his eyes seeing stars, his whole body feeling as if pierced by needles.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Qin Shuo raised and slammed down repeatedly, continuously swinging Luo Tong toward the ground, as if he were beating a burlap sack full of corn.

The martial training field fell silent, everyone frozen in place.

Qin Shuo resembled a frenzied violent ape, single-handedly holding Luo Tong and continuously slamming him, making viewers' scalps tingle and spines chill.

"Satisfying!"

The disciples of Liuhe Martial Arts Hall cheered, each clenching their fists, as if they themselves were attacking, beating Luo Tong, venting their anger.

Earlier, Luo Tong had been shouting on the field, regarding the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall disciples as trash, unworthy of the stage, mere cats and dogs, arrogant and domineering to the extreme; now, beaten like a dead dog, he had no strength to fight back at all.

"So refreshing!"

"Qin Junior Brother, cripple him!"

The disciples of Liuhe Martial Arts Hall were all filled with exalted emotion, as if injected with chicken blood, howling loudly.

"I didn't expect Qin Junior Brother to have such a violent side."

Song Yan's red lips parted slightly; after a brief shock, a delighted smile quickly appeared on her face.

"This kid really let out a foul breath for us!"

Senior Brother Lin Feng also laughed, the previous gloom swept away, replaced by a sense of exhilaration and delight.

Unlike the cheering and invigoration of Liuhe Martial Arts Hall, Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall was utterly silent, like a mourning family!

Their Luo Junior Brother, whom they had high hopes for, was now being gripped like a dead dog, swung and smashed, where was there still any dignity of Inner Strength Great Perfection?

After today, they fear Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall will become utterly notorious in Heishui City.

They can even imagine that, in the future, walking down the street, others will look at them with strange eyes.

And the architect of all this is none other than the youth in the field who appears harmless and gentle, yet possesses unmatched violence.

"Enough!"

Outside the martial training field.

Yan Song suddenly stood up, slamming his palm and shattering the tea stool beside him.

A mighty aura suddenly erupted from his body, like a vast sea pressing toward Qin Shuo, attempting to force him to stop.

"Hmph!"

Wei Yuan let out a cold snort, an aura far more ferocious than Yan Song's—several times over—like a mountain flood bursting forth, instantly overwhelming the entire scene, causing everyone's hearts to freeze.

"Yan Song, do you dare to act recklessly before me?"