Free Web NovelChapter 1477: Chapter 758: One Move (Part 2)
Looking at that self-important bastard, Qing Shui had long wanted to slap his face and make him look around.
"Qing Shui!"
Qing Shui heard Qing Yi’s call, worried her beautiful face might blur. He turned his head, calmly pointing at Qing Yi, as if to assure her not to worry, everything was under his control.
"One move, if I can’t defeat you in one move, it shall count as my loss!" Qing Shui knew that the best way to humiliate the self-important bastard was to use their own words against them.
When they first met, Situ Bufan already hated Qing Shui. He felt Qing Shui posed a threat to him. His own fiancée, Shi Qingzhuang, known as the Ice Princess, would never speak with anyone, not even her own fiancé—Situ Bufan! However, she actually talked with Qing Shui!
Upon hearing Qing Shui say he would defeat him in one move, Situ Bufan suddenly laughed. But before he could finish his laughter, Situ Bufan was silenced by Qing Shui’s next sentence.
"Come on, if not, I’ll give you the gift of the first three moves... I’m afraid you won’t even have a chance to attack me." Qing Shui spoke softly, mimicking Situ Bufan’s demeanor.
As the audience began to laugh, they could no longer hold back. Situ Bufan knew Qing Shui’s words were aimed at him, mocking his earlier behavior. Qing Shui’s actions made him lose face completely, and all his former arrogance was replaced by a strong murderous intent.
Situ Bufan, enraged beyond reason, lunged forward, aiming fists at Qing Shui’s chest, but with the aid of the Ghost Steps, Qing Shui floated like a leaf in a whirlwind, subtly dodging to the left, imitating Situ Bufan’s earlier moves.
"Move first!"
The audience was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Qing Shui’s words and actions during the match were exactly the same as what Situ Bufan had done earlier!
"Ah!" Situ Bufan was no longer as arrogant and conceited as before; he himself didn’t know why every time he saw Qing Shui, he’d be filled with inexplicable anger, causing his blood to boil.
"Second step!"
Qing Shui effortlessly dodged Situ Bufan’s furious strike.
Situ Bufan finally dared not underestimate his opponent, as he used his fist technique to the utmost. His two fists emitted pale green waves, rushing towards Qing Shui with unparalleled speed, enveloping Qing Shui in the shadow of his fists. Qing Shui seemed to be in a difficult position from the outside, but when he used the Ghostly Steps, he calmed inside, fading in and out of the shadows, narrowly avoiding each blow at the last moment.
"Third move!" Qing Shui uttered a phrase that roused Situ Bufan’s hatred to the heavens.
"Damn you, if you really have the ability, then don’t dodge, let us clash directly." Filled with killing intent, "Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang!" His fists echoed in the air. Bo Fan accelerated his speed, releasing more fists shadows to crucial parts of Qing Shui’s head. It seemed that Situ Bufan no longer cared about his pride and tournament rules. His goal was to kill!
Qing Shui, greatly annoyed, glared at Situ Bufan’s increasingly desperate strikes. No longer hesitating, his hands filled with sacred power, emitting Qi from the ancient enhancement technique as he blasted both palms through the air. With 20,000 jins of force, he caught Situ Bufan’s arm within the shadow of his fists.
"Ka Cha!"
"P!"
"Oh!"
The first sound occurred when the shock of the explosion fractured Situ Bufan’s arms. The second sound happened because the explosive force directly transmitted to his chest, causing him to spit a mouthful of blood. Finally, the third sound occurred just before Situ Bufan slipped into the soothing embrace of unconsciousness. Qing Shui’s efforts sent Situ Bufan flying off the arena, finally landing on the ground 10 meters away.
"You wanted to clash directly with me, so you can’t blame me for that." Qing Shui smirked, glancing at his arms, "Oh, I’m sorry, I did hold back. Who would have thought that Brother Bo Fan was so weak to be accidentally hurt by me."
But this time there was no laughter. All the audience quietly gazed at Qing Shui, as if their voices were stolen by the impossibility of what just transpired. Even the Qing Clan stared at him as if struck by thunder. Qing Shui shyly scratched his head, showing a tender expression, then said: "I’m only here because I couldn’t endure his arrogance any more."
Underneath the arena, the sound of laughter turned red from the adorable expression of Qing Bei. Even after tears began flowing, she couldn’t stop laughing uncontrollably. That last sentence was exactly what she said after defeating Lan Yan’er! Witnessing Qing Shui’s triumph over Situ Bufan, Qing Luo was speechless for a moment but managed to recover. Situ Nantian stood there dumbfounded, expressionlessly gazing at Situ Nantian, shying away every time Qing Luo thought about the words Qing Shui said after leaving the arena. "I’m just a third-year Martial Arts Warrior student. As everyone knows, I’m trash when it comes to cultivation. The reason for my success is simply because I’m more brutishly strong than others."
Isn’t this equivalent to Qing Shui slapping the faces of those who participated in the match before? But Qing Luo liked it. Men should be like this! Strength decides everything, only with sufficient power can one have the right to speak.
Situ Nantian wanted to find a hole and cover his face. Despite calculating thousands of times, no matter how he calculated, he never thought he would miss such a fact, that this Qing Shui ’trash’ could beat Situ Bu Fan! Not until now did he realize, the ’trash’ everyone in Qing Village mocked was actually their hidden ace. He shook his head, sighed: "Qing Luo... ah, you crafty old fox."
What Situ Nantian didn’t know was that Qing Luo was also kept in the dark about Qing Shui’s true strength!
Initially, Situ Nantian’s plan was to bring Situ Bufan, already a third-year in the Martial Arts General District, to thoroughly suppress Qing Sect’s members. Who knew, the opposite happened, making the Situ Clan a big joke, possibly spreading to Baili City.
After the battle ended, Qing Shui became the youngest expert of the Qing Clan. He knocked out third-year Martial Arts General Situ Bufan with a single gesture. What kind of strength did he truly possess? To accomplish this, his cultivation level should be at least one or two levels higher than Situ Bufan.
Knowing he had become the focus of attention, Qing Shui knew trouble would soon follow. First, let’s not talk about other things, just the mere questioning from his family would give him headaches. Fortunately, Qing Shui had long anticipated such a day, and prepared for it. The lie he reluctantly fed to Qing Yi earlier this year would be the light leading him out of this tunnel.
After descending from the stage, Qing Shui could see the expressions of the third generation of clan members, filled with awe, amazement, respect, and even admiration. In the past, the third generation members always looked up to Qing Youu, admiring his muscular build and unrestrained power. However, until now, they discovered that the ’trash’ in everyone’s eyes was a person far surpassing every bound of strength they had known all along. A man who silently endured harsh words and torment, hiding his true power until there was a reason not to do so anymore. How could they not admire Qing Shui?
Everyone in the Qing Family knew that Qing Shui had been doing his best, even neglecting meals, all to improve his own cultivation. Yet, he was always labeled as trash. If his work wasn’t diligent enough, he was just a lazy vagrant. If he worked harder but didn’t improve his cultivation, he was merely stupid and foolish. Indeed, strength is everything. Weakness means whatever he does is eternally wrong.
Compared to the third generation of clan members, the second generation and Qing Luo were only shocked by the might Qing Shui displayed. A person who had power yet was willing to be labeled as trash. He spent years of relentless effort refining himself, enduring the isolation’s pain, and suffering from others’ ridicule and gossip. A 15-year-old youth actually possessing the mental willpower to bear all this?
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