Chapter 60

The boar still roasted over the fire, emitting a rich, non-greasy meat aroma, but no one had any appetite—they all stared at Facing Facing Cang Luo and his opponent, Sima Ling.

Li Zhanxing whispered, "Senior Cang, how much of a chance does Senior Facing Facing Cang Luo have?"

Cang Feng hesitated a moment, then avoided a direct answer: "Actually, Senior Wang lost because he underestimated his opponent—he took that killing strike head-on without preparation; otherwise, he wouldn't have lost."

He added, "But Senior Wang didn't lose without value—he drained a lot of the opponent's Yuan energy. Facing Facing Cang Luo still has a chance to win."

As for his odds? At least thirty percent!"

Thirty percent was not Cang Feng's true belief—he thought Facing Facing Cang Luo would definitely win, because he knew Facing Facing Cang Luo possessed something stronger than a Martial Saint; how could he step onto the arena unprepared?

Li Zhanxing and Liu Xuande nodded in relief, trusting Cang Feng's judgment; Gan Lei and Zhang Yan's group also eased their tension—they were the ones who most wanted Facing Facing Cang Luo to win.

Zhao Renwu also agreed with Cang Feng's analysis: Sima Ling's three punches must have consumed considerable energy—after all, it was a Earth-grade low-tier martial art; a Warrior-stage cultivator simply couldn't wield Earth-grade techniques multiple times, even at the first level.

But Zhao Renwu simply didn't want to see Facing Facing Cang Luo win, because if Facing Facing Cang Luo won, Zhao Renwu's influence among the three dormitories would plummet drastically...

As the crowd talked, the two combatants had already prepared themselves. Sima Ling smirked: "Are you from the Profound Heaven Sect truly out of talent, or are you looking down on me?"

"You sent an old, useless waste to fight me? Even if I win, it's a disgrace!"

Facing Facing Cang Luo snorted coldly: "Enough talk. Did Confucius teach you to disrespect your opponents? Who's the real waste? We'll find out when we fight."

Saying this, Facing Facing Cang Luo silently gathered his Yuan energy, deciding not to activate Meiti Shengong yet—he'd first test his opponent's strength.

Sima Ling sneered: "Hmph! Overestimating yourself. Let me show you what a genius is—and what a waste is."

No sooner had he spoken than Sima Ling activated Zhen Yang Quan and charged toward Facing Facing Cang Luo, planning to defeat him in one move, just like he had with that fat man earlier.

As Sima Ling attacked, Facing Facing Cang Luo also prepared—he rapidly channeled all his Yuan energy into his right arm and unleashed Ben Lei Zhang at full power.

The next instant, Zhen Yang Quan and Ben Lei Zhang collided head-on; where fist met palm, a violent gust erupted, whipping their sleeves violently!

Pain!

Pain pain pain pain pain!

Facing Facing Cang Luo felt an extremely fierce and scorching punch force erupt from Sima Ling's fist, surging wildly into his arm—it didn't linger in the forearm but shot straight toward his shoulder.

Once the force reached his shoulder, it tried to push further into his chest—but fortunately, Facing Facing Cang Luo's endless attributeless Yuan energy forcibly blocked it.

At this moment, Zhen Yang Quan's punch force and Facing Facing Cang Luo's attributeless Yuan energy were locked in battle at his shoulder.

Zhen Yang Quan's force was brutally fierce and scorching; unable to penetrate Facing Facing Cang Luo's chest, it instead tore inch by inch through his deltoid and arm meridians, causing Facing Facing Cang Luo unbearable agony.

Facing Facing Cang Luo endured the pain, frantically mobilizing his attributeless Yuan energy to fight back, forcing the force out of his body while repairing the damaged muscles and meridians...

Soon, the pain lessened, and Facing Facing Cang Luo smiled happily.

At this moment, he realized Zhen Yang Quan's punch force bore a strange similarity to Zhang Tao's Kong Kong Jing.

Before the Kong Sheng Academy group arrived, during his fight with Zhang Tao, Zhang Tao's Kong Kong Jing had only raged chaotically in the forearm.

But now, Sima Ling's Zhen Yang Quan had sent its force all the way through his entire arm—and even tried to surge into his chest. Had it not been for his infinite Yuan energy blocking it, this single punch would have crippled his arm on the spot.

Facing Facing Cang Luo now understood the difference in strength between Earth-grade low-tier and Yellow-grade upper-tier martial arts.

But even if it's Earth-grade low-tier, what power can a Warrior-stage cultivator truly unleash?

Isn't it still crushed under my infinite Yuan energy?

After the punch force was fully expelled, Facing Facing Cang Luo sneered: "This is Zhen Yang Quan? Pathetic. I think it's Wang Ba Quan."

"You!?" Sima Ling stared at Facing Facing Cang Luo in shock, his mind flooded with confusion—his Zhen Yang Quan's force had clearly entered the opponent's body, so why was he unharmed?

At that moment, Sima Ling suddenly felt numbness spreading from his right fist upward—his arm was gradually losing strength, and he could clearly sense continuous electric currents relentlessly paralyzing his right arm.

Sima Ling was terrified—he realized Facing Facing Cang Luo's Ben Lei Zhang had reached perfection; the lightning force was no joke. He immediately retracted his fist and stepped back, then violently shook his right arm to relieve the numbness.

Facing Facing Cang Luo didn't pursue. He rubbed his shoulder and laughed loudly: "I told you it was Wang Ba Quan—why run? Like a turtle, you're hiding your head and limbs. Where's that arrogant attitude of yours?"

"You call yourself a genius? More like a waste from the heavens!"

Sima Ling was now both shocked and furious—shocked that Zhen Yang Quan had no effect on Facing Facing Cang Luo, furious that his Earth-grade low-tier martial art had been called Wang Ba Quan.

And worse—he dared call him a waste?

Sima Ling flew into a rage...

At the sidelines, all the Kong Sheng Academy disciples stared in stunned disbelief at Facing Facing Cang Luo, utterly baffled how he remained unharmed after taking Sima Ling's Zhen Yang Quan.

They knew Sima Ling's strength well—his first level of Zhen Yang Quan was perfected; no same-level opponent could withstand even one punch, not even those one stage higher.

That fat Warrior Stage 8 man just now was proof enough—though he'd been careless, it didn't change the fact he'd been killed by three Zhen Yang Quan strikes.

But what about this old Warrior Stage 7 disciple? How could Zhen Yang Quan's force have no effect on him?

After a moment, Brother Murong Ye said calmly: "His Yuan energy is denser than Sima Ling's—he must have trained a same-tier Yang or Earth attribute core technique, allowing him to resist Zhen Yang Quan's force..."

In the arena, Facing Facing Cang Luo heard Brother Murong Ye's analysis. Though the guess was wrong, it gave him a warning.

He recalled passages from the "Martial Arts Overview": damage from Yang attribute martial arts—such as erosion or absorption—could be resisted by equal-tier Yang or Earth attribute Yuan energy...

Facing Facing Cang Luo cultivated two core techniques.

One was the Thunder Qi Decree, a Yellow-grade low-tier technique—naturally incapable of resisting Zhen Yang Quan's force.

The other was Meiti Shengong, a Earth-grade upper-tier Yang attribute technique—under the same cultivation level, resisting Zhen Yang Quan's force would be effortless.

But Facing Facing Cang Luo hadn't even considered using Meiti Shengong's Yang attribute Yuan energy—he'd simply relied on his infinite attributeless Yuan energy.

The endless supply of attributeless Yuan energy, along with its healing ability, had still held firm against Zhen Yang Quan's force.

Behind him, Liu Xuande, Li Zhanxing, Gan Lei, and others shouted excitedly—Facing Facing Cang Luo's strength had exceeded all their expectations.

Wang Fuhai, a Warrior Stage 8, had been defeated in one strike—yet Facing Facing Cang Luo had matched his opponent evenly, even gaining the upper hand...

The female disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect were also surprised—they hadn't expected this scruffy, five-year-older fellow to rival the genius disciple of Kong Sheng Academy.

For a moment, many of them changed their opinion of him.

Among the crowd, Yun Jiao stared at Facing Facing Cang Luo with delighted surprise, lost in thought.

Not all Profound Heaven Sect disciples were pleased with Facing Facing Cang Luo's strength—Zhao Renwu's face was dark as he whispered with his cousin Zhao Renli.

Also, Li Haoran, a top inner sect disciple and suitor of Xuan Qingqing, was greatly surprised by Facing Facing Cang Luo's strength.

At this moment, he suddenly thought: perhaps Facing Facing Cang Luo is a threat...