Chapter 8: As Powerful as Thunder
Fang Yun's fist struck down like the iron hoof of a rampaging bull, carrying an immense force, heavily landing on the forehead of Yang Qian, the roadblock. With a thunderous bang, Yang Qian was hit by an irresistible brute force, letting out a tragic cry as he soared high into the air, only to be forcefully slammed back down to the ground by Fang Yun. His forehead split open, flesh bursting, and a torrent of blood gushed forth, leaving him covered in blood.
The young man from the Zijing family, Xu Quan, is the son of the formidable Marquis Xu Yuan. He commands an army of one hundred thousand troops, guarding the borders of Xu Wei and suppressing the savage demon tribes. The original title of this Marquis was Marquis Weiyuan, one of the noble marquises of the Great Zhou. Due to his remarkable martial prowess, he defended the eastern front of the Great Zhou, instilling fear in the demon tribes for a century, and his military achievements were outstanding. Therefore, his title was changed from Marquis Weiyuan to Marquis Manghuang as a mark of commendation. Among the noble marquises, the lineage of the Manghuang Marquis holds the greatest influence.
If Fang Yun wins, I want a copy of the "Demon-Slaying Sword Technique" from you
At this moment, Fang Yun was completely focused on Yang Qian and did not notice what was happening outside the pavilion. Had he seen the two individuals, he would undoubtedly have been quite surprised. The youth who was speaking was named Yan Lun, and his father, Yan Zhi, was the Marquis of Wenqu of the Great Zhou. The Marquis of Wenqu came from a lineage of civil officials and was the first Grand Tutor during the founding of the Great Zhou, wielding significant influence among the civil officials in the court. Even the current Three Dukes have intricate connections with his family.
This time, it is Yan Lun's turn to change color. The Wenchang Marquis comes from a lineage of civil officials, and this "Haoran Gangqi" uniquely combines the Haoran spirit of Confucianism with martial arts, which is also exclusive to the Wenchang Marquis lineage
You lost! Yan Lun looked ahead and smiled
Fang Yun straightened his body and lightly slid to the side, immediately emanating a wild and unrestrained aura that made everyone feel as if a fierce bull was stretching and galloping across the open field.
Upon hearing this word, Xu Quan finally revealed a hint of a smile: "Ha, I forgot to tell you, the second son of Ping Ding Hou has some dealings with me. A few months ago, I happened to learn that Yang Qian had obtained a human-level pearl."
The Tiger Fist is recognized as superior to the Wild Bull Fist among the young nobles of the capital. Although Yang Qian is arrogant, his mastery of the Tiger Fist cannot be deemed shallow; however, when compared to Fang Yun, he appears utterly overshadowed.
The raging bull roars
Yang Qian was measuring the strength of the two individuals when he suddenly heard an exclamation from the crowd. A gust of wind swept through, and he immediately heard a loud bellowing, as if a muscular, brawny bull with bulging muscles was charging at him with its eyes wide open.
With a single move, Yang Qian stirred the air around him, and amidst the sound of the wind, a resounding tiger's roar suddenly echoed, as if a fierce tiger were pouncing down from the mountain. The gazes of the scholars around him instantly changed. Although Yang Qian was proud, his skills were undeniably impressive.
As he fell, a black bead simultaneously flew out, landing three zhang away, spinning on the ground.
What a terrifying combat talent! Yan Lun appeared calm on the surface, but was deeply shaken inside. With his level of Qi mastery, he did not regard the power displayed by Fang Yun as significant. What truly astonished him, however, was Fang Yun's demonstrated combat talent. Yan Lun understood that the basic military technique, the Mang Niu Fist, would never yield greater combat effectiveness in his hands than what Fang Yun could achieve.
Hmph! Consider yourself lucky!" Xu Quan snorted coldly, casually tossing out a booklet. After casting a sharp glance at Fang Yun in the distance, he flicked his sleeve and departed
Yan Lun glanced at Fang Yun in the distance and decisively uttered a single word: "Good"
Yan Lun picked up the "Demon-Slaying Sword Technique" from the Xu family. This swordsmanship manual, which he had originally sought after with great eagerness, had now become utterly uninteresting.
Hmph! Fang Yun stepped forward, neither dodging nor avoiding, and executed a move called "Raging Bull's Charge." Within the pavilion, the crowd was filled with the resounding roar of a bull. Suddenly, with a "crack," Li Ping's arms broke like brittle bones, his body arched and flew out like a scarecrow, crashing heavily against the crimson pavilion column
"My father once said that martial arts should never be used for selfish purposes; it resides in one's heart. While having powerful techniques and skills is certainly beneficial, the decisive factor in a battle often lies with the martial artist themselves," Yan Lun thought.
Are you perhaps unable to afford the gamble
Xu Quan's expression changed slightly: "You have quite the appetite for unpleasantness. Although 'The Sword Technique of Demon Slaying' is merely a profound skill of the Qi Realm and not a top-tier martial arts technique, it is unique to my lineage, the Wild Marquis."
Brother Yang! Upon seeing Yang Qian being violently thrown out, his face covered in blood, Li Ping let out a furious roar and rushed over with a swift motion, executing a fierce strike akin to a tiger pouncing.
Observing a battle is far less intense than experiencing it firsthand. Li Ping initially thought that Yang Qian was defeated due to carelessness. It was only when he personally engaged that he truly felt the terrifying power of Fang Yun
Fang Lin! In an instant, Xu Quan recalled a person; this kind of aura, this kind of domineering presence, he had only seen in one individual. At that time, Xu Quan was equivalent to the current Yang Qian, while Fang Lin was equivalent to the current Fang Yun.
As soon as the people around stepped back, Yang Qian raised his hand and struck out with a punch, employing the Fierce Tiger Fist that Li Ping had just used. The same move, the Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain, in Yang Qian's hands was entirely incomparable to that of Li Ping.
Yan Lun's grandfather abandoned literature for martial pursuits, establishing a remarkable career. Although not a noble lord, his family's influence in the court is intricate and deeply rooted, rivaling that of the nobility. Although the Wenchang Marquis transitioned from literary to martial endeavors, in terms of influence and power, he can be considered the foremost among commoner lords.
Ah!
At this moment, not only the students watching from the sidelines but also Xu Quan changed his expression. The "Mighty Bull Strength" in Fang Yun's hands was completely different from that of an ordinary Qi-level martial artist; even when facing a true Qi-level martial artist, he had the qualifications to engage in a fight.
What! A human-level pearl! Yan Lun's heart sank. He knew very well what a human-level pearl was. A martial artist possessing such a rare treasure of heaven and earth would cultivate at a speed five to six times faster than ordinary people. With something like this, Yang Qian's progress in martial arts would be self-evident
"I have been schemed against." Yan Lun felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a hundred flies. This duel had essentially lost its appeal. However, in matters of gambling, one may lose the person but not the game; regardless of the outcome, one must maintain a semblance of dignity.
Disperse! With a single command from Yang Qian, the scholars in the crowd all stepped back, leaving a large open space for the two.
Within four feet of Fang Yun, the air was torn into countless fragments, with currents colliding in the sky. Amidst the strong winds, a loud bellow of a bull could be faintly heard, and the ground beneath seemed to tremble, as if a frenzied wild bull were truly charging towards him.
His strength is greater than mine; I am no match for him! Yang Qian was horrified in his heart, as this conclusion was drawn from hetushu.com. He could hardly believe his own judgment. How long has it been? Fifteen days, just fifteen days, how could Fang Yun have made such significant progress?
"Hmph, two mere Qi-level scholars, what qualifications do they have to represent the noble marquises and the common marquises in a duel?" The young man on the right wore a purple-gold crown, exuding an aura of extreme wealth.
"Ha, why don't the two of us join in the fun and have a little wager?" Yan Lun said with a smile
Bang
Hello!
This is not good! Yang Qian had never anticipated that Fang Yun would be so quick. In the blink of an eye, a fist loomed larger before his eyes. After all, Yang Qian came from a noble family and had a profound background in classical studies. In a moment of crisis, he raised his arm to shield himself.
You two should step back as well. Zhang Ying and Zhou Xin understood and stepped aside; this kind of contest was beyond their involvement
Xu Quan merely sneered
Both Xu Quan and Yan Lun come from illustrious and distinguished backgrounds, incomparable to ordinary nobility. Extraordinary individuals possess extraordinary pride; although the two appear to speak calmly and seem friendly, their exchanged glances are filled with sharpness, revealing them to be formidable rivals.
"A joke, good. If I lose, I will lend you 'The Sword Technique of Demon Slaying' for your perusal. If you lose, you must lend me 'The Might of Righteousness' for my perusal"
"What do you want to bet on?" Xu Quan stood with his hands behind his back, speaking coldly, showing no intention of refusal
Fang Yun executed a move called "Wild Bull Charging into the Wilderness," suddenly accelerating to evade "Tiger Descending the Mountain." Without hesitation, he unleashed a punch, the tip of his fist causing the air to explode, sending a shockwave directly towards Yang Qian
As their arms collided, Yang Qian felt as if he had been struck by a rampaging bull, his arm nearly breaking. He too was at the Vitality level of cultivation, his flesh and blood having long since merged with his vital energy, making him incredibly formidable. With just one move, Fang Yun immediately made him feel the pressure.
What if someone has a level of excellence? I believe that the cloud in that direction may not be inferior either
The wild bull dashed across the field, evading the descending tiger. The wild bull's mane was used to force Yang Qian into a defensive position, simultaneously drawing his attention, while the true power lay in the furious roar of the wild bull that followed closely behind. The three moves of the wild bull boxing technique flowed seamlessly, executed with exquisite skill, almost entirely designed to counter Yang Qian's tiger fist. This battle was destined to leave Yang Qian with no opportunity to strike the moment he initiated the "tiger descending the mountain" move.
The Wild Bull Charges! In the midst of the crowd, a scholar immediately recognized it. The Wild Bull Fist is not an exceptionally advanced martial art; many are familiar with it. However, in the minds of the people, the Wild Bull Fist has always been associated with offense and striking. No one expected that the Wild Bull Charges could actually be used to evade an opponent's attack in such a situation
How little time has passed! Li Ping clearly remembers that half a month ago, the two of them beat Fang Yun as if he were a dog. In just these fifteen days, the situation has completely reversed for both sides
Bang
How is this possible! Li Ping sat on the ground, his arms hanging down, the immense shock overwhelming the pain in his body
Moo
Fang Yun's left fist was blocked, and stepping forward with his right foot, he unleashed another punch, which was unmistakably the fifth move, "Rampaging Bull's Roar." The tiger is the king of beasts, and with a roar, all creatures are subdued. However, the rampaging bull lives in the wilderness, inherently free, unruly, and wild. When a bull becomes enraged, its eyes turn blood-red, and its iron hooves kick fiercely; anything that stands in its way will be knocked aside. That wild and domineering power can break a tree that one can embrace, and even tigers and lions must retreat when faced with it. When a bull becomes enraged, its eyes turn blood-red, and its iron hooves kick fiercely; anything that stands in its way will be knocked aside. That wild and domineering power can break a tree that one can embrace, and even tigers and lions must retreat when faced with it.