Free Web NovelChapter 193: Chapter 129: All of You, Come at Me Together
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BAM!!
AM.
A muffled explosion echoed through the Jinshi Boxing Hall.
In the center of the concrete training grounds, Zheng Wu, dressed in a white Martial Arts uniform, slid backward.
Across from him, Lei Chongming, clad in a blue training uniform, revealed a cold smile and seized the opportunity to lunge forward.
SWOOSH!!
His Martial Arts Power gathered around him, forming a crackling blue light as he exploded with speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.
The instant the distance closed, he threw a punch with his right fist.
WHOOSH!
A blast of wind surged forth, whipping violently.
The full-force blow, nearly at the Elite Level, was terrifyingly powerful. It made the air tremble as it shot straight for his face.
BAM!
With a wary look in his eyes, Zheng Wu raised his palms to block. A layer of white-gray energy covered his arms as he barely managed to parry the blow.
But the next instant...
BOOM!!
A flash of lightning seemed to explode from his palm—a condensed burst of Martial Arts Power, greatly amplified by a Martial Skill Secret Technique.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!!
He was forced back again, each step making the ground tremble slightly.
Blood trickled from the corner of Zheng Wu’s mouth, and his blocking arms trembled. After only a few exchanges, he was being steadily beaten back. Even activating his "copper flesh" state couldn’t reverse the tide.
This scene made Lin Qingxue and the others watching from the sidelines turn pale. The other students and official disciples also had shifting expressions, their fists clenched tightly.
"Senior Brother Zheng is actually being suppressed."
"How is this possible...? Senior Brother Zheng’s Life Energy is at sixty-nine points! He’s at the true peak of the professional level."
"Impossible!"
Amid the murmurs of disbelief, a look around the grounds revealed a new scene.
The barbells, tires, and other equipment once scattered across the concrete grounds for ordinary students’ physical training had long since been neatly stacked in a corner.
In their place stood rows of figures in various attire.
All the disciples of the Jinshi Boxing Hall stood with their backs to the training hall, facing the main gate in their symbolic position as hosts.
Most of the disciples were pale, their fists clenched in frustration. Only Luo Qianshan remained relatively calm, seated on a wooden chair.
Surrounding them were spectators from various other martial arts halls.
Some were also seated on wooden chairs, wearing the long Martial Arts robes of hall masters, with five or six Fighting Skill disciples in blue, red, white, or black uniforms standing attentively behind them.
In addition, there were even several reporters from the Ring Daily at the scene.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"This is today’s headline! Make sure you record it!"
Amid the urgent cries, the reporters stood to one side of the training grounds’ fighting area, constantly ordering their staff to press the shutters and start their recording devices, trying to capture every moment of this challenge match—the hottest topic in recent days.
Amid the commotion, the battle on the field was gradually drawing to a close.
BAM!!
Struck in the shoulder and elbow by a punch, Zheng Wu lost his balance and staggered.
Before he could react...
SWOOSH!!
Lei Chongming spun into a kick, accompanied by a silver-blue afterimage and unrivaled momentum.
Gritting his teeth, Zheng Wu hastily raised his white-gray-covered arms, trying to block again.
But...
BAM!!
His arms shuddered, and a sound like bone cracking could be heard.
Zheng Wu’s defense was actually broken by a single kick. Even his "copper flesh" state was shattered, the brown light on his skin rapidly dissipating.
Amid the sound of his stumbling retreat, his face turned pale, his eyes became bloodshot, and his breathing grew ragged. He was clearly heavily injured.
But before he could even regain his balance...
Lei Chongming charged in again. A taunting smile was on his face, as if he were toying with an opponent, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
"Looks like the Jinshi Boxing Hall is really finished. This guy is about to lose."
"You can’t really say that. This Zheng Wu is just one step away from the Elite Level; he’s not weak. You can only say that Master Lei is a skilled teacher, and his disciples are a cut above."
"It’s more than that. Didn’t you notice? It’s as if Lei Chongming has found a flaw in the Golden Stone Fighting Skill. Every move and every form is perfectly timed, beating Zheng Wu so badly he can’t even lift his head or muster any strength."
"Now that you mention it, it really does seem that way..."
Amid the low discussion, the many masters from small and medium-sized martial arts halls seated around shook their heads, feeling that the outcome of today’s match was already clear.
After all, the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall was one of the three largest martial arts halls in Ring City. Moreover, Master Lei had joined the expeditionary force and held a key position, so his hall had imperceptibly gained the prestige of being the top martial arts hall.
In contrast, everyone looked at the shabby environment of this abandoned school and at the white-haired Luo Qianshan sitting at the front.
The disparity between the two was obvious. The so-called victory and defeat were already a foregone conclusion.
"Heh heh, Master, it looks like Junior Brother Lei is in good form today."
"These people from the Jinshi Boxing Hall won’t be able to turn the tables."
To the right of the sparring grounds stood the group from the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall, a dozen or so people gathered together.
A tall figure in a blue Martial Arts uniform spoke with an amused smile. A closer look revealed his upright posture and profound aura; he was none other than the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall’s Elite Level true disciple, Second Senior Brother Zhan Diao.
And in front of him, a middle-aged man of average build was seated on a wooden chair.
He had a broad forehead and thick eyebrows, and he looked to be around fifty or sixty years old.
His face seemed ordinary, with no distinguishing features, but his hair was jet-black, and he projected an air of authority without being angry.
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Don’t let your guard down until the very end."
His tone was calm. Lei Wanjun kneaded a string of blue beads in his hand, slowly turning them as he said, "In a moment, proceed according to the plan."
Hearing this, Zhan Diao didn’t dare to object. His expression turned serious as he quickly nodded in agreement.
Then, he glanced to his side.
First Senior Brother Yuntao, who was supposed to be here, was nowhere to be seen.
"Master, First Senior Brother..."
"He has been assigned to other matters."
Lei Wanjun said flatly. The eyes beneath his thick eyebrows were exceptionally deep, and a sharp glint would occasionally flash through them, like a silver serpent made of lightning.
Zhan Diao was taken aback by his words, a thoughtful look on his face.
’First Senior Brother’s strength is far greater than my own, but...’
