Free Web NovelChapter 198: Chapter 131: Defeating All Incoming Enemies (2)
"Damn it."
Zhan Diao’s face turned grim, and he tried to pull away.
But Lu Chao’s grip on his hand was like a vise; he couldn’t budge.
At the critical moment.
SCREEE!!
He let out a furious roar, like the shriek of a Thunder Eagle.
The piercing sonic wave bored into the eardrums of the surrounding disciples, making their heads throb with stabbing pain.
This was clearly a sonic Martial Skill, a Secret Technique powerful enough to inflict severe mental trauma on an ordinary fighter.
But...
HUMMM!
Lu Chao’s eyes shone, a faint crimson glint flashing within them.
Empowered by the Fixed Star Observation Method, he was completely unaffected. Instead, he drove a heavy fist into his opponent.
THUD!!
A muffled thud echoed, as if the blow had landed in the hearts of everyone present.
The chalky-white fist, like a great hammer, smashed into Zhan Diao’s head.
A layer of silvery-blue light flared over Zhan Diao’s head. The blow made him stagger, and the glow dimmed, as if most of its power had been consumed.
But he managed to withstand it. His eyes, bloodshot and glinting with ferocious light, locked onto Lu Chao.
This was clearly a defensive Martial Skill!
"Get off!!"
As he roared, his left arm trembled. The muscles coiled and bulged as he tried to wrench himself free with the force of a swinging spear.
At the same time, he thrust out his right arm, crackling bolts of lightning visibly converging around it.
Thunder Fist!
He was trying to brutally force an opening and make Lu Chao yield.
In a mere instant, he had unleashed four different Martial Skills, each one erupting with formidable power.
Witnessing this, even the masters of some small and medium-sized boxing halls, all at the Elite Level Peak, were secretly alarmed. They reflected that if they were in the same position, they too would have had to retreat to avoid the brunt of the attack.
But Lu Chao remained expressionless, his grip on Zhan Diao’s arm unwavering. Without a hint of hesitation, he threw another punch.
HUMMM!!
His chalky-white left fist, already charged with Secondary Overlapping Force, surged forward like a tidal wave.
In a short instant.
BOOM!!
Their fists collided.
It was like thunder crashing against a tidal wave, the impact shaking the very air.
A ring of white energy blasted outward, kicking up a gale that swirled with dust and debris.
The robes of the surrounding spectators whipped in the wind as they stared, faces filled with stunned disbelief, waiting to see the outcome.
CRACK!!
The sound of splintering bone rang out!
Blood trickled from the corner of Zhan Diao’s mouth. He swayed, and the swirling blue light of power around his right arm vanished in an instant, leaving the limb to hang limp and useless.
In contrast...
Lu Chao was still rosy-cheeked and utterly composed.
He even raised his right arm again, drawing back his elbow like a coiled spring, ready to strike once more.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, Lei Wanjun’s voice rang out.
The cold shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, utterly unexpected.
Everyone felt a jolt in their hearts, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
But Lu Chao acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, slamming a solid, Stacked Force-infused punch into Zhan Diao’s head.
BAM!!
The silvery-blue aura above Zhan Diao’s head instantly shattered. His so-called defensive Secret Technique was broken by sheer force.
The powerful impact tore through his skin and skull, rattling his brain. His eyes rolled back into his head from the devastating blow.
Furthermore, the backlash from his Martial Skill being broken damaged his meridians and sent stabbing pains through his acupoints.
WHOOSH!!
Yet, in that very instant...
A rumble like thunder shook one to the core.
Lu Chao felt a chill run down his spine. A presence, swift as a gale, had appeared behind him.
He felt an intense wave of malice and killing intent wash over him, threatening to crush him in the next instant.
And yet, he didn’t hesitate for a second.
As if certain of the outcome, Lu Chao grabbed Zhan Diao’s head with a hard, unyielding grip and brutally slammed it into the ground.
THUD!!
The cement floor shuddered, and a spiderweb of cracks spread out from the point of impact.
Shock was written on the faces of all the onlookers as they watched Zhan Diao being beaten to within an inch of his life.
Some looked at Lu Chao, stunned by both his audacity and his power.
Others looked behind him.
Lei Wanjun, who had been seated in a wooden chair, had vanished and now stood just a meter behind Lu Chao.
The middle-aged man’s face, with its broad forehead and thick brows, was cold and severe. A web of silvery-blue electricity flickered around his body—a Martial Arts Flame that was almost like true lightning.
And yet...
The white-haired Luo Qianshan stood in his way.
Though his face was lined with wrinkles and his frame was slight...
...he exuded the immovable presence of a great mountain, as if not even the furious thunder of the heavens could shake him.
"What now?"
HUMMM!
A brown Martial Arts Flame, tinged with a hint of gold, materialized around Luo Qianshan.
Their eyes met. Shielding Lu Chao behind him, he faced Lei Wanjun directly. "Can’t afford to lose?"
As the old man’s calm voice fell, the spectators swallowed nervously.
No matter how old Luo Qianshan was, or what old injuries he carried, he was a genuine Superpower Level Martial Artist.
No one could afford to underestimate him.
Otherwise, the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall wouldn’t have resorted to a formal dojo challenge; even now, they were forced to play by the "rules."
In an instant, the atmosphere became deathly still.
The two Superpower Level Martial Artists faced off, and the very air around them began to tremble.
Finally.
"In this sparring match, the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall was outskilled."
Lei Wanjun suddenly spoke, his expression returning to a calm, emotionless mask.
At his words, the expressions of the Thunder Extreme Martial Arts Hall disciples shifted, their fists clenched in frustration.
"However."
His gaze shifted past Luo Qianshan.
Lu Chao, dressed in a white training uniform, had already risen to his feet. He turned and met Lei Wanjun’s gaze.
"And how long can your Jinshi Boxing Hall possibly last?"
His indifferent tone was laced with an implicit threat.
Lu Chao’s expression was composed, showing no fear.
Finally, as Lu Chao watched...
Lei Wanjun narrowed his eyes, then ordered his men to carry away the heavily injured and unconscious Zhan Diao.
The group from Thunder Extreme Boxing Hall had a mix of expressions—some clenched their fists in indignation, others glared with anger—but in the end, they followed their master, carrying the equally unconscious Lei Chongming out of the hall.
The masters and True Disciples from the Flying Eagle and Cangyun Martial Arts Halls also turned pale and hurried to follow.
The conflict seemed to be over, for now.
Lu Chao stood his ground as figures quickly began to crowd around him.
"Master Luo, congratulations! I never expected your hall to produce such a young prodigy."
"An Elite Level practitioner at such a young age! Master Luo, you truly have a gift for teaching."
"Congratulations! And young Master Lu, I hope you’ll find time to visit our Gale Boxing Hall and offer some guidance..."
The masters from the various small and medium-sized halls who had been watching all came forward. Some, who were perhaps personal friends of Luo Qianshan, offered sincere congratulations.
Others put on ingratiating smiles, clasping their fists in congratulation as if they’d been certain of Jinshi Boxing Hall’s victory from the very start.
Luo Qianshan was used to such displays and simply offered a polite smile in response to everyone.
Watching this unfold, Lu Chao gradually relaxed out of his Iron Bone State, recalling all his Martial Arts Power into his body.
"Junior Brother Lu, that was incredible."
His eldest senior brother, Luo Yan, came forward and clapped him firmly on the shoulder.
His eyes were filled with admiration. Even he wasn’t confident he could have beaten Zhan Diao, so he was naturally thrilled by Lu Chao’s tide-turning victory.
"Junior Brother Lu..."
Zheng Wu, supported by another disciple, also made his way over. The bloodstains on his clothes had already dried.
He admitted that he truly thought Lu Chao wouldn’t show up, which was why he felt so ashamed of his earlier doubts.
And he wasn’t the only one.
The other Jinshi Boxing Hall disciples crowded around, their faces flush with excitement, chattering animatedly about the match.
Everyone looked at Lu Chao with a mixture of admiration and awe. Even the disciples from the other halls who hadn’t left yet wore the same expression.
Watching all of this in silence...
Lin Qingxue, who was standing in a corner, lowered her head slightly.
Her expression was complicated, her face flushing red one moment and turning pale the next. She looked like she wanted to step forward and say something, but something held her back.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Lu Chao felt a stir. His keen senses sparked with a flash of intuition.
His gaze traveled over the hall’s wall, and he tilted his head, looking outside.
The balconies of the nearby buildings were crowded with people. Many of the local residents knew about the dojo challenge today and were watching the events unfold from their homes.
Most wore expressions of shock and awe, their eyes fixed on him.
But Lu Chao’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked toward the rooftop of a specific building.
A moment ago, he had felt a peculiar gaze on him.
The person it came from was clearly powerful, yet there was no malice in the stare.
As he pondered this, footsteps approached from his side.
Luo Qianshan, having finished dealing with the well-wishers, walked over slowly.
His eyes were filled with relief and his face was wreathed in smiles; even the wrinkles on his face seemed to have lessened.
"Follow me."
At his master’s words, Lu Chao pushed aside his distracting thoughts.
A moment later, he was following him toward the back courtyard of the hall.
