Chapter 472: Chapter 257: Suppression

"Excellent! I never expected you to be the true master of the Purple Sun Sect!" Lin Jingyu bellowed.

He had only been thrilled to witness the power of Golden Gang Qi for the first time, eager to test its might. He never imagined he would actually find an expert who was his equal.

BOOM!

A tyrannical aura erupted as Lin Jingyu’s battle intent surged, his gaze turning razor-sharp.

After suppressing his roiling qi and blood, a deep rumble echoed through his bones and sinews. His joints cracked audibly as his iron-cast muscles bulged.

White Tiger Shattering Gold Fist!

His sledgehammer-like fist tore through the air, blasting forward wrapped in immense Gang Qi.

A piercing shriek and a roar from the displaced air accompanied the strike. The punch was relentless, possessing an unstoppable, crushing force, even more ferocious and tyrannical than the last.

The crimson Fist Gang had almost solidified, like a layer of red crystal coating his knuckles. The pressure from the punch was staggering.

Unlike Lin Jingyu’s thrill for battle, Xu Yang remained calm from start to finish.

Golden Gang Qi erupted from beneath his feet, and his figure instantly vanished.

BANG!

The crimson Fist Gang struck empty air, slamming into the arena floor with a deafening roar as the dispersing Gang Qi engulfed the stage.

Xu Yang reappeared elsewhere, and a golden ray of Finger Force shot out, tearing through the air.

Pure Essence Gold-Splitting Finger!

Lin Jingyu reacted with incredible speed. The instant the Finger Force reached him, he swatted it away with a backhand strike, shattering it. He felt his palm go numb as the golden Gang Qi exploded.

"Although Xu Yang’s power is on par with Lin Jingyu’s, he lacks a Martial Technique to rival the White Tiger Shattering Gold Fist. He’s struggling," Elder Huoyun said, his brow deeply furrowed.

The disadvantage of not having a powerful Martial Technique was now on full display.

Xu Yang had already reached Great Success in Marrow Cleansing, yet the Body Technique he was using was still a low-tier one like Stepping on Gang and Chasing Wind. It was something you could exchange for a mere few dozen contribution points at the Outer Disciple’s Hidden Skills Hall.

He started to regret not paying attention to Xu Yang’s repertoire of Martial Techniques. If Xu Yang had a technique comparable to the White Tiger Shattering Gold Fist, suppressing Lin Jingyu would be a simple matter.

"Stop running! Come and clash with me a few more times!" Lin Jingyu roared.

He shot toward Xu Yang at extreme speed, unleashing his tyrannical Fist Gang. It carried the force to shatter all in its path, striking like a meteor crashing down from the heavens.

The Fist Gang tore through the air like the thrust of a great spear, carrying a suffocating pressure that whipped up a violent gale.

His Gang Qi flowed like water, making the Fist Gang more and more corporeal.

Gang Qi exploded from Xu Yang’s body, his bones and sinews rumbling as a savage aura swept out.

A massive golden hand tore through the air. He struck out like a humanoid bear rising to its full height.

Fuyue Bear King’s Palm!

The air detonated. This palm possessed the force to shatter mountains. It was as swift as a thunderbolt, whipping up a gale as it met the crimson fist head-on.

BANG!

Fist and palm met. The muffled impact was like a clap of thunder. Both men shuddered, their bones ringing in unison, as a violent shockwave exploded outward, engulfing the entire arena.

"Thrilling!"

Though Lin Jingyu’s face was flushed and his qi and blood were surging like a tidal wave, his battle intent only climbed higher.

This clash between equals made his blood boil and his fighting spirit soar.

"Is that so?" Xu Yang’s gaze grew sharp.

’I’ve been holding back to fight you, partly to coax some good things out of my master, and partly to prevent Liu Qingyuan and Song Yushao from getting desperate. Did you really think this is all I’m capable of?’

’You like to clash, do you? Fine, let’s clash until you’ve had your fill!’

Immense Gang Qi surged from his body as golden light erupted around Xu Yang. With a simple, brutal motion, he once again struck out with that golden, mountain-shattering hand.

Lin Jingyu dodged forward, meeting Xu Yang’s attack head-on without any attempt to evade.

The collision of incomparably violent forces made the eardrums of disciples with lower cultivation ring. Even their Protective Gang Qi couldn’t block out the terrifying sound.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the span of a few breaths, they clashed three more times. Each was a head-on collision, with no evasions, no flashy techniques, and no attempts to strike anywhere else.

Everyone watched, dumbfounded. This was a pure contest of Martial Dao foundations and physical strength, a battle where no tricks could be employed.

"So strong!" A look of astonishment crossed Ye Qiuling’s face.

Lin Jingyu’s fist was being completely held back by Xu Yang’s seemingly ordinary Fuyue Bear King’s Palm.

"How is he this strong?" Lu Ren looked on in disbelief.

’For Li Chuyang’s sake... was canceling our agreement with him truly the right choice?’ For the first time, Tao Hujin felt a pang of regret.

The incident between Xu Yang and Li Chuyang hadn’t actually been a major issue.

The Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion had simply been unwilling to intervene on behalf of an unknown nobody. If they had truly wanted to, they could have resolved the matter without forcing Xu Yang to bow his head.

But the Pavilion’s leadership felt that Xu Yang wasn’t worth the face of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, which was why they demanded he apologize in order to receive the Dragon Ascension Resources.

"Old Ghost Li, you’ve ruined my Ding Family!" Ding Yuan roared yet again.

If not for Li Songhe, Xu Yang would now be a Tributor of the Ding Family—a genius who could have been recruited for just a few Profound Yuan Qi Transformation Pills per month.

Now, even if they offered him several Dragon Tiger Great Golden Pills a month, they could no longer recruit him.

"Junior Brother Xu, take him down!" one disciple yelled excitedly.

BANG! BANG! BANG...

On the arena stage, the simple, brutal collisions continued.

Neither of them used any other techniques; they just traded blows, his fist for his opponent’s palm. The violent shockwaves never stopped.

"Haha... Thrilling!" Lin Jingyu’s laughter was full of unrestrained joy, making the disciples of the Purple Sun Sect grit their teeth.

However, after several dozen more exchanges, he was no longer laughing.

Xu Yang was like a monster with inexhaustible stamina; every palm strike landed with his peak strength. In contrast, Lin Jingyu’s power was already beginning to decline. His muscles ached, and some of the smaller blood vessels in his arm had already burst from the force of the collisions.

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