Sect Turmoil, Chapter 34: Fierce Battle

Both arms burned fiercely, aching and numb.

“As expected of a second-tier Qi Gathering Realm,” Chu Xing’s heart tightened with apprehension as he swiftly rolled to his feet.

The force behind that strike was far beyond Lu Mingchuan’s—more than an entire level stronger. Had he not broken through to the eighth tier himself, this blow would surely have caused serious injury.

“See that?” Wang Meng’s face brimmed with satisfaction. “This is the difference! Against my primordial energy, your brute strength is nothing but a joke!”

He granted Chu Xing no respite and surged forward again.

“Tiger Roar Fist!”

With a low shout, Wang Meng’s fist transformed. A faint azure aura coalesced into the blurry semblance of a tiger’s head, accompanied by a faint roar, smashing down like a thunderclap.

A superior-grade Yellow Tier martial technique!

Some discerning disciples in the crowd gasped in astonishment.

Chu Xing’s brow furrowed, his heart sinking.

With a thought, a pure, warm current swiftly flowed through his body. His perception sharpened to an extraordinary clarity.

Wang Meng’s lightning-fast punch appeared to slow ever so slightly in Chu Xing’s eyes. The trajectory of the fist wind and the flow of primordial energy became traceable.

Changing his footwork, a completely different aura radiated from Chu Xing’s body.

Phantom Flowing Wind Step!

At an incredible angle, his figure narrowly shifted half a foot to the left.

Boom!

The Tiger Roar Fist grazed his clothing, crashing heavily into the spot where he had just stood. The solid stone platform was gouged with a shallow pit the size of a bowl, scattering debris.

A collective sharp intake of breath echoed from the audience. Had that punch landed on a person, it would have shattered bones on the spot!

He dodged it?

Wang Meng’s eyes flashed with momentary shock. He hadn’t expected that, under the lock of his Qi Gathering Realm’s energy, this guy could still evade.

“We’ll see how many times you can dodge!”

Fueled by growing fury, Wang Meng unleashed both fists. A flurry of punches flew like a violent storm, completely enveloping the space around Chu Xing.

Each strike carried the fierce momentum of the Tiger Roar, the rushing wind howling with terrifying force.

Yet Chu Xing was like a small boat swaying amid a raging tempest.

He pushed the Phantom Flowing Wind Step to its limit.

Though he was only a novice in this martial footwork, far from mastery, and his steps still somewhat awkward, the extraordinary perception granted by the stone bead and his body tempered by the gray medicinal mist fully unleashed his potential.

His form flashed and shifted relentlessly within the impenetrable storm of punches.

At times, he drifted like floating cotton, lightly sliding backward; at others, he moved sideways like a ghost, eerily shifting.

Several times, the fierce fist wind swept perilously close—brushing his cheek, skimming his ribs—narrowly escaping injury.

On the high platform, Zhou Yuan, who had been smiling all along, suddenly lost all trace of mirth. His face darkened, filled with jealousy and confusion.

This footwork was exquisitely refined, far from ordinary! This waste of a man—where on earth had he acquired such a chance?

“What exquisite footwork,” Old Bai’s cloudy eyes shone remarkably bright as he set down his wine gourd and straightened for the first time. “This kid harbors more secrets than I imagined.”

In Mu Wanqing’s cold, clear eyes, a flicker of admiration ignited.

She hadn’t expected this somewhat slick-talking guy in her memory to possess such resilience.

Facing the overwhelming might of a second-tier Qi Gathering Realm, he could still execute such refined footwork, seizing opportunities in impossible gaps.

This man was far more formidable than she had thought.

Back on the martial stage, Wang Meng, frustrated by his failure to land a decisive blow, had completely lost patience.

Sweat beaded finely on his forehead, his breathing grew heavy. Though the primordial energy of the Qi Gathering Realm was more vigorous than the Body Tempering Realm, this level of high-intensity martial technique use consumed enormous energy.

In contrast, despite his battered appearance and several bloody cuts from the fist winds, Chu Xing’s gaze remained chillingly composed.

“Are you just going to scurry around like a rat all day?” Wang Meng roared in exasperation.

“No choice,” Chu Xing’s voice flickered from a residual shadow. “Who told you your fists were too slow to hit me?”

“You!”

Wang Meng’s fury erupted, nearly swallowing his reason.

In that fleeting moment of distraction, Chu Xing seized the chance.

Dodging a heavy punch, his figure suddenly slipped into Wang Meng’s embrace.

Wang Meng’s heart jolted; he attempted to change tactics and defend, but it was too late.

A palm strike, sharp and cutting like a blade, aimed straight for Wang Meng’s throat!

Filled with terror and rage, Wang Meng could only hastily raise his arm and barely parry the blow.

Before he could catch his breath, Chu Xing dropped low, delivering a cunning sweep kick toward his lower body.

Wang Meng had no choice but to lift his knee in defense, his footing thrown into chaos.

In this split second, taking advantage of Wang Meng’s unstable balance, Chu Xing’s fist lightly flicked before his eyes, stirring a faint breeze.

Wang Meng felt his whole body weaken, powerless, his robust primordial energy dissipating like it had hit cotton.

Each attack forced him onto full defense, leaving no chance to counterattack—a trapped beast toyed with in a cage.

“This is the Qi Gathering Realm?” Chu Xing’s voice rang out again, full of mockery. “Why does your martial technique feel even weaker than before?”

“Aaah! I’ll kill you!”

Wang Meng went completely berserk.

His primordial energy turned wildly turbulent, even exuding a sinister dark hue. This was no longer a sparring match but a desperate death struggle!

A cold chill swept across the stands, silencing the crowd’s chatter instantly.

Some sharp-eyed disciples paled and cried out, “No! His energy’s gone berserk—he’s about to kill him!”

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