Chapter 61: Let's See Who Is More Arrogant

Behind him, Liu Xuande, Li Zhanxing, Gan Lei, and Zhang Yan were cheering for Cang Luo, while Wang Fuhai's eyes widened in astonishment that Cang Luo's strength was actually superior to his own.

Seeing Xuan Qingqing was also deeply shocked by Cang Luo's strength; while others did not know the truth of his background, she knew it perfectly clearly.

Just over twenty days ago, Cang Luo, summoned from the secret realm Earth, was not even a martial artist, merely a frail ordinary person.

Yet now, he had reached Warrior Stage 7 cultivation, accomplishing in less than a month what most disciples took half a year, or even a year, to achieve.

Moreover, his strength was not weak, surpassing even that fat man of Warrior Stage 8.

At this moment, Xuan Qingqing could not help but form the thought that perhaps all Earthlings were martial arts geniuses.

That shouldn't be right!?

Grandfather had said his aptitude was very average; even if the Earthling physique allowed him to cultivate faster than ordinary martial artists, that only meant his speed in absorbing primal energy and condensing primal wheels was faster, not that his strength was greater.

In other words, as an Earthling, Cang Luo should have been the type of martial artist with a body full of primal energy but average actual strength, because he had no time to refine the primal energy, no time to purify the primal energy, and even less time to master martial techniques.

Such martial artists were usually created by popping pills, and their true strength often needed to be viewed as one or two stages lower.

But what was going on with Junior Brother Cang?

Could he have had some extraordinary encounter?

The more Xuan Qingqing speculated, the more curious she became about Cang Luo's experiences during this time, a look of affection for novel things appearing on her face, just like the expression she had when she first heard various fun things about Earth from Cang Luo's mouth.

However, the expression she suddenly revealed looked to Li Haoran like that of a young maiden with her first crush gazing at her lover.

At this moment, Li Haoran's hostility toward Cang Luo deepened again, wishing he could slap him to death on the spot...

Cang Luo naturally did not know Li Haoran's thoughts, nor did he know that Ouyang Lie had sent Chen Dahu to trouble him only because of Li Haoran's orders.

At this moment, Cang Luo felt a bit excited; the opponent, Sima Ling, was still shaking his right arm, as the numbing effect caused by the Thunderous Palm had not yet vanished.

Cang Luo smiled: "Turtle, turtle, is your Wang Ba fist ready? Can you still fight? Otherwise, why not admit defeat?"

"Do not get arrogant." Facing Cang Luo's mockery, Sima Ling, though raging inwardly, quickly calmed down and revealed a faint smile; he had already found the method to defeat Cang Luo.

Sima Ling felt that the reason the True Yang Fist's force was ineffective was not entirely because the opponent's primal energy was more abundant as Brother Murong had said, but rather that the opponent had prepared in advance, gathering all his primal energy into his right arm before striking to block with his entire primal energy.

Such a countermeasure not only wasted primal energy but also required time to prepare.

Furthermore, the primal energy reserve of a Warrior Stage 7 cultivator was simply insufficient to protect the entire body tightly.

Therefore, as long as his attack speed was fast enough, striking where the opponent could not gather primal energy to defend in time, or where the defense was weak, would suffice.

Speed was his strong point; up to now, he had not encountered a martial artist of the same cultivation stage faster than himself.

Having thought it through, Sima Ling sneered repeatedly; his right arm was no longer numb. He immediately decided to activate his movement technique and charge at Cang Luo, his speed three-tenths faster than before.

Upon closing the distance, he did not use the True Yang Fist or any other martial technique, because his primal energy was less than half remaining, which he needed to save for a critical moment.

Thus, Sima Ling employed the paired fist technique of the True Yang Fist, a fist method famous for its fast striking speed and treacherous attack angles, though its power was slightly weaker.

Actually, weak power was not the weakness of this fist technique; since it was the paired technique of the True Yang Fist, its true power lay in the True Yang Fist's force, which Sima Ling simply had not unleashed to conserve primal energy.

In an instant, Sima Ling threw more than ten punches, his fist speed as fast as lightning, his angles exceptionally treacherous...

However, not a single punch landed on Cang Luo.

Sima Ling's punching speed was indeed very fast, but Cang Luo was even faster than him.

Cang Luo activated his dynamic capture ability, seeing Sima Ling's every move clearly, and deliberately dodged his attacks by a margin of mere millimeters.

After dodging dozens of punches in succession, Cang Luo seized the opportunity and, amidst Sima Ling's shocked gaze, punched him hard in the chest.

After the punch smashed into the chest, the attack was not over; Cang Luo took the opportunity to grab Sima Ling's shoulders and raised his knee to fiercely thrust into his abdomen.

Five consecutive knee strikes, each heavier than the last, merciless, knocking Sima Ling until his lungs felt like they were about to be vomited out.

Grabbing Sima Ling and throwing him to the ground, Cang Luo laughed and cursed: "I top your lungs, see if you are still arrogant? Dare to say our Profound Tianmen has no one? Still want to fight a Warrior Stage 9 across levels?"

Sima Ling fell in a daze, waves of sharp pain coming from his chest; while regulating his breath, he exclaimed in shock: "You, why is your speed so fast? You can actually dodge my attacks?"

Seeing his expression of disbelief, Cang Luo felt quite helpless; why did martial artists of the Yuanwu Continent always have such bizarre thoughts?

The two brothers Chen Dahu and Chen Dalong were like this, and this Sima Ling was the same.

Before fighting, they acted as if Heaven was first and they were second.

But after being beaten severely by himself, they instantly lost their composure, as if their worldview was about to collapse.

Ah!

Why, why are you stronger than me?

Ah!

You are clearly an old-age trash, your cultivation is not higher than mine, your technique is not better than mine, why can you defeat me?

Cang Luo was speechless and casually said: "Big brother, it is not that I am fast, but that you are too slow; is dodging your attacks really that hard?"

"Impossible, impossible, this must be a coincidence..." Sima Ling still could not believe it, stood up, and prepared to continue the match.

Cang Luo helplessly shook his head and beckoned with his finger: "Since you still want to fight, then let's continue."

Sima Ling no longer wasted words, exhaled a long breath, and glanced with his peripheral vision at the junior brothers behind him, who were looking at him with faces full of blame, obviously extremely dissatisfied with him, having lost face for Kong Sheng Sage Academy.

"Damn it!"

Sima Ling cursed inwardly, activated his movement technique, and attacked Cang Luo again; however, this time he did not launch an offensive from the front, but after running several laps around the arena, suddenly flashed behind Cang Luo to launch a surprise attack.

He still did not believe Cang Luo's speed was faster than his; he wanted to try once more.

This time, his speed was one-tenth faster than before.

Suddenly, he discovered that Cang Luo was actually standing still in place, his entire back exposed before him, as if he had not noticed the attack launched from behind.

How dare he!

Dare to look down on me!

Sima Ling was enraged in his heart, a cold light shooting from his eyes; he no longer conserved primal energy, directly activated the True Yang Fist to full power, and smashed toward Cang Luo's back of the head!

He was now completely enraged by Cang Luo, striking Cang Luo's vital point; if this punch landed, Cang Luo would surely die.

"Not good! Junior Brother Cang, dodge quickly."

Seeing that Sima Ling had actually moved with murderous intent, Xuan Qingqing was very unhappy; she angrily glanced at Murong Ye.

As she spoke, she saw Murong Ye made no move to stop her, so she quickly activated her movement technique to rush forward—only to be pulled back by Li Haoran, who said, "Sister Qingqing, rest assured, Brother Cang can handle this."

With that, he gave Xuan Qingqing a confident smile, as if to say: Trust my judgment.

Yet inside, he seethed.

Hmph! I don't care if he can handle it—I hope he gets killed right here!

A worthless trash dares to fantasize about getting close to Sister Qingqing?

If not you, then who?

Xuan Qingqing knew nothing of Li Haoran's true thoughts; seeing his calm demeanor, she believed his words.

As they spoke, Xuan Qingqing saw Sima Ling's fist drawing near Cang Luo's occiput—but Cang Luo remained motionless, as if unaware, the fierce punch-wind tossing his hair into wild disarray.

Xuan Qingqing grew tense; Li Zhanxing, Gan Lei, and others held their breath.

Then, at last, Cang Luo moved.

Cang Luo sneered inwardly: My satellite surveillance covers 360 degrees—no matter where you strike from, you can't escape my watch.

Smirking, he tilted his head slightly, effortlessly dodging Sima Ling's True Yang Fist; before Sima Ling could react, his right elbow snapped backward, striking Sima Ling squarely in the chest.

Then, his left hand shot out, seizing Sima Ling's right wrist—the same arm that had launched the True Yang Fist—while his right arm retracted its elbow strike, fist coiled, and slammed upward with brutal force into Sima Ling's right elbow joint...

Crack!!

Sima Ling's right arm snapped clean off!

"Aaaah..."

A blood-curdling scream tore from Sima Ling's throat, echoing endlessly across the outer courtyard of the Profound Heaven Sect.

"Annoying!"

Startled by the scream so close at hand, Cang Luo grew impatient and shoved Sima Ling away, letting him crash to the ground.

Then, without even glancing at him, Cang Luo smiled toward the still-stunned group from the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy: "Is this the so-called genius disciple of the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy? Not impressive at all! Where's that arrogant spirit of yours that dared challenge Warrior Stage 9 just now?"

The exchange between the two—from Sima Ling's attack to the shattering of his arm—took barely a few breaths. Since the spectators stood far back, few had clearly seen the entire sequence.

Only after Cang Luo finished speaking did the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy disciples react—seeing Sima Ling's broken arm, seeing their fellow disciple crippled by someone from the Profound Heaven Sect, they erupted in fury.

One Kong Sheng Sacred Academy disciple shouted: "How dare you injure one of our disciples? Give us your life!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than five others drew their swords and charged toward Cang Luo.

Cang Luo frowned but stood his ground—this was a fair duel, held on his home ground; they wouldn't dare truly harm him.

Besides, Sister Xuan Qingqing, the Sect Master's daughter, stood right behind him—would she allow outsiders to bully within the Profound Heaven Sect?

Indeed, through his satellite feed, Cang Luo saw Xuan Qingqing racing toward him with Wang Fuhai and others—his breath eased.

Since there was no danger, he'd keep being arrogant.

Cang Luo sneered: "So this is the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy? Kong Sheng himself said, 'Do not do to others what you would not want done to yourself.' Do you not understand this principle?"

Do you think only you may kill, and I may not retaliate? Didn't you think I noticed Sima Ling's intent to kill just now?"

Upon hearing Kong Sheng's words, the five sword-wielding disciples from the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy froze mid-charge, glaring fiercely at Cang Luo—but said nothing.

Cang Luo's words struck their core: if they retaliated in a fair duel, they'd bear the sin of betraying their master and ancestral teachings.

Eventually, Murong Ye barked an order, forcing them to retreat—and carry Sima Ling away with them.

At that moment, Xuan Qingqing and the others arrived behind him; she patted Cang Luo's shoulder and praised: "Good job, Brother Cang! Unlike some people who can't accept defeat!"

The teachings of Kong Sheng—how could a disciple of the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy dare disrespect or refute them?

Nor could they retort against Xuan Qingqing's veiled barb.

After all, she was the daughter of the Emperor-level sect's leader—her status rivaled that of a prince's daughter; how could they dare be insolent?

But Cang Luo was different—a mere outer sect disciple. Immediately, someone from the Kong Sheng Sacred Academy shouted: "You only beat Sima Ling because you're older, because you've spent years accumulating thick Qi!"

Our Sima Ling is only fifteen—you're twenty-two, seven years older! What's there to be proud of?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Qingqing instinctively glanced at Cang Luo, thinking: If you knew Brother Cang rose from an ordinary mortal to Warrior Stage 7 in less than a month, what would you think then?

Xuan Qingqing was about to speak, but Cang Luo said: "You seem very dissatisfied? Fine—let's have another match."

Don't say I'm bullying you—this time, send me a Warrior Stage 9 disciple. I'll challenge a higher stage too."

Hmph!

That brat Sima Ling thought he could be arrogant because he trained in a Low-Grade Earth-level technique—and dared challenge Warrior Stage 9—only to be crushed by this 'worthless' Warrior Stage 7.

Now, I'll turn the tables and challenge your Warrior Stage 9.

Let's see who's more arrogant!