Chapter 300: Ant, Who Gave You the Right to Speak? (4K)

Chapter 300: Ant, Who Gave You the Right to Speak? (4K)



Below the arena, a few elders sat on the limited seats, including Li Qi.

"Thunder Control School..."

An elder frowned and spoke to Li Qi, "Old Li, aren't they your enemies?"

Li Qi's expression remained unchanged. He reached out and took a cup of tea from Meng Qingjiao, who was sitting next to him, and took a small sip, remaining calm. "It's true that there's some old grudge. Back then, that idiot Chen Buyan and I went to visit a brothel..." Li Qi glanced at his curious fellow disciple, Zong Shi Chan, and Meng Qingjiao, who was expressionless, and corrected himself, "We were having a meal at a hotel when Chen Buyan finished eating faster than me. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself, but unexpectedly, the bathroom was full. He got into a fight with Qu Hanyu, a direct disciple of Thunder Control School, over a urinal."

"I heard the commotion and didn't even finish my meal. I rushed over without even putting down my chopsticks to help. Together with Chen Buyan, we beat Qu Hanyu up."

An elder beside him interjected, "It's normal for martial artists to have conflicts due to their fiery temperament and hot-headedness. Fighting and killing is common, and as long as no one dies, they might even become friends after the fight. This grudge shouldn't be held for so long."

Li Qi waved his hand, "It shouldn't have been held for so long, but after the fight, that bastard Zhou Liexiong showed up late and suggested stripping the unconscious Qu Hanyu naked and tying him to a pillar in the hall to humiliate him. I was young and foolish, so I followed his suggestion."

The elder next to him stroked his beard, "You three deserved to die."

"Qu Hanyu is now the Grandmaster of Thunder Control School. With their grudge unresolved, he sent his disciple here, clearly seeking revenge... Is Xue Xian okay?"

Another elder expressed his concern.

"Thunder Control School follows the path of 'Ancient Martial Arts with Modern Cultivation'. Their founder once studied the 'Five Thunder Technique' in the Taoist Sect, Shen Xiao Pai. Later, he established his own school, creating the 'Thunder Control Technique', which is close to a forbidden skill. It attempts to induce mutation in the human body, generating a pseudo-thunder within, without relying on external objects and purely through self-spiritual experimentation."

"Although this thunder is overly aggressive and hard to control, unlike the Five Thunder Technique's balance of the real and the void, in terms of destructive power, it surpasses the Shen Xiao Pai's technique. In battles and fights, they often decide the outcome between the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder."

"This young man has a renowned reputation, just one step away from leaping over the Dragon Gate. I'm afraid that if we were to face him, we wouldn't fare well. Xue Xian is powerful, but he's still young and might be caught off guard."

Upon hearing this, Li Qi merely smiled without saying a word.

...

On the arena, Xue Jing looked at Qin Fengcong approaching him and pressed a button on the right side of the attribute display on his wrist.

The pentagonal radar on the dial kept changing, quickly displaying the opponent's data.

Body: 934

Mind: 1291

Fate: 855

Divinity: 294

Power: ?

Compared to Senior Brother Meng Boshang, this person's Body attribute was slightly lower, but his Mind attribute surpassed that of the senior brother. It seemed he had cultivated some martial art that focused on consciousness and spirit.

Just one step away from the 'Mortal Limit', a formidable expert...

"It's a pity, truly a pity."

Qin Fengcong spoke calmly as he approached Xue Jing.

His entire body began to flicker with arcs of electricity, and his spiky hair stood even straighter.

"It's a shame that a talented seed like you was picked up by the lowly Dragon Concealment Stream. It's a waste... and now you have to die here. Rest assured, it will be over in an instant. I won't let you feel any pain. Just like a child covering their ears during a thunderstorm, by the time you realize what's happening, it will all be over."

His voice carried no concealment, echoing across the entire square for everyone to hear, causing an uproar.

"What does he mean? Is he going to kill someone?"

"Why? Isn't this sparring match supposed to be for entertainment?"

Below the stage, Zheng Jixiang, Xie Yue, and others who had come with Qin Fengcong immediately fixed their gazes on Li Qi and Meng Boshang, who was standing next to him. They were ready to rush to their aid at the slightest sign of trouble.

However, to their surprise, Li Qi and Meng Boshang acted as if they hadn't heard a thing. They maintained their composure, watching the arena, and Li Qi even chatted with the elders sitting beside him.

Qin Fengcong, seeing no reaction from the crowd, focused his lightning-like gaze, "Then... let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder rumbled.

In the arena, Qin Fengcong's figure transformed into a solid bolt of lightning, disappearing from his original spot. A flash of electricity streaked towards Xue Jing, leaving an afterimage in the air, and in the next moment, he appeared behind Xue Jing.

Visible arcs of electricity coiled around his right hand, and with a gentle flick, he executed a move akin to the Blood-Stirring Sword in Sword Dao, flinging the electricity away.

Without a backward glance, he walked off the stage with an air of finality, his aura exuding a sense of coolness.

The entire arena fell silent, everyone staring at the stage in shock.

Qin Fengcong was accustomed to the audience's awe of him, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt something amiss.

"Tick-tock—tick-tock—"

The silent audience allowed the sound of dripping blood to reach his ears clearly.

...Blood?

Whose... Xue Jing's?

Injuries from the Thunder Control Technique usually resulted in charred wounds, not bleeding.

...Whose blood was it?

Qin Fengcong stiffly lowered his head, looking at his chest.

There, where his heart should be, was a fist-sized hole in his previously intact clothing.

Not only the clothing but his chest had been pierced through, and his heart was nowhere to be found. Thick blood slowly but steadily flowed out, drop by drop, sliding down his abdomen and groin, and falling to the ground.

The blood kept flowing, hard to stop, and the delayed pain radiated from his chest, spreading to his brain.

Huh... What happened?

He reached out to cover his chest, stiffly turned his head, and looked at the boy named Xue Jing.

Contrary to his imagination of a gruesome scene with a blasted head, the boy, as beautiful as a divine being, stood with his back to him, unharmed.

Qin Fengcong's gaze shifted to the boy's right hand.

A heart, dripping with blood, was held in his hand, still beating vigorously. Its vitality was incredibly tenacious, with blood continuously gushing out from various veins and arteries as if unaware that it had been separated from the body.

That was... his heart.

Although he had never seen it before, Qin Fengcong recognized it at first glance.

So that was it... The audience's exclamations were not for him but for Xue Jing.

But what exactly happened?

"Pat—"

Even as he collapsed to the ground, his pupils gradually losing focus, he still couldn't figure it out.

"Fengcong!!"

Down below, Qin Fengcong's associates stared wide-eyed, disbelieving, at their friend lying on the ground, slowly dying.

"Who saw what happened? What's going on?!"

Xie Yue clenched his teeth.

A hint of regret flashed through Zheng Jixiang's cloud-like eyes, and he sighed, "The impermanence of all things, it seems, is true."

After the silence, the venue erupted in a commotion.

"What the hell? That guy acted like an over-the-top, invincible master, but he was taken down in less than three seconds?"

"Well... He didn't break his promise. It did end instantly, and Xue Jing didn't seem to be in pain."

"Is this guy here to joke around? His professional ethics are too good; he's offering an ultimate clown performance with his life?"

"No, didn't you see how ruthless he was? At that speed, there's no time to react, let alone see it. He just didn't beat the Xue Devil!"

"So what happened just now? Any extraordinary masters here who saw it and can explain?"

A flash of dark golden vertical pupils passed through Li Qi's cloudy eyes, and he burst into laughter, full of pride.

Several of his old friends nearby stared at him, their eyes wide with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Damn it, how did you manage to pick up such a huge loophole? You're dead, old Li!"

"Hey, old Li, you've met my granddaughter before, right? She's grown up now, tall and graceful, very pretty. In a few days, I'll bring her over to visit your dojo and have her interact with your disciples..."

"Old Li..."

Zong Shi Chan stared at the figure on the stage, calm and collected, covering his mouth, and hearts kept popping out of his eyes.

"Master... suki (like)..."

The little girl who often watched anime with Xue Wan unconsciously blurted out a phrase in her native language.

Yuga Kamue looked at Xue Jing with admiration:

"Sasuga (As expected) of Xue-kun."

She was one of the few in the audience who had clearly seen the process, and thus understood Xue Jing's true worth.

On the stage, Xue Jing tossed the still-beating heart to the side, and with a burst of energy, he shook his palm, dispersing the blood that had stained it, restoring it to its pristine state.

"...Somewhat unlucky."

He shook his head, looking at the already lifeless Qin Fengcong with a peculiar expression.

What had happened in that instant was actually very simple.

He took the opponent's attack head-on and simultaneously used the 'Ultimate Technique: Eye of Wisdom' to pluck out the opponent's heart. That was all.

The situation concluded swiftly, not because Qin Fengcong was weak, but because their compatibility was terrible.

Why would someone practice this? It's a Thunder-attributed martial art.

Although this was the first time Sch Jing had seen the opponent's Thunder Control Technique, he instantly discerned the intricacies of this martial art.

The electric arcs flickering on the opponent's body were manifested through 'Mental Interference with Reality', neither truly existing nor illusory, but capable of inflicting powerful lightning strikes.

Most of the attack directed at Sch Jing was thunder-based, with minimal physical impact.

Thunder-based attacks weren't entirely ineffective against Sch Jing, but it was like a skilled carpenter showing off to a master carpenter.

Before he had slain the young dragon cub and activated the Dragon Horn, there might have been some justification. But after obtaining the Dragon Horn, he had been cultivating with Dragon Thunder enveloping his body, transforming his flesh and bones to be vastly different from ordinary people, granting him maximum Thunder resistance.

Qin Fengcong's Thunder Control Technique against him was no more effective than a mosquito bite.

Sch Jing, without the need for evasion or defense, employed a strategy akin to mutual destruction, striking his opponent while simultaneously getting hit himself.

It was over in an instant.

Sch Jing's gaze shifted to the group accompanying Qin Fengcong, and he calmly spoke, "Today is a joyous occasion for moving in, and I, Sch Jing, do not wish to be tainted by bloodshed. However, if you have grudges against my Dragon Concealment Dojo, it's better to resolve them than to let them fester. Why don't you come up and continue the fight?"

Two disciples from the Dragon Concealment Dojo stepped onto the arena and slowly dragged Qin Fengcong's body away, leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

All the spectators turned their heads to look at Qin Fengcong's companions, their eyes filled with suspicion.

The group went silent, their expressions stiff.

Zheng Jixiang sighed, about to speak, when Sch Jing continued, "If you're afraid, then come up together."

"Or... did you come here for revenge, but lack the courage to fight even with the advantage of numbers?"

Xie Yue immediately became enraged, "You're courting death!"

The rest of the group also became furious, "You're asking for it!"

They weren't ordinary people; although they were momentarily intimidated by Sch Jing's performance, they were all on the verge of leaping over the Dragon Gate, with extraordinary determination. Despite their hesitation, they didn't lack the courage to take action.

In the blink of an eye, four or five figures flashed onto the arena, surrounding Sch Jing in the center.

"Ah, Master, what should we do?"

Zong Shi Chan's face was filled with worry as she hurriedly grabbed Li Qi's arm.

These people looked formidable, and she, as a die-hard fan, had no doubts about Sch Jing's ability to win.

Meng Qingjiao silently tugged at Meng Boshang's sleeve, her cold gaze turning towards her father, seemingly seeking his assistance.

Meng Boshang shook his head at her.

Li Qi smiled, "Child, calm down. Little Jing is very level-headed and would never boast beyond his abilities. If he's asking them to come together, he must have the confidence to face them alone."

On the arena, seeing no response from the Dragon Concealment disciples—especially Meng Boshang—the group focused their attention on the youth before them.

"You're too arrogant, kid," Xie Yue said, his eyes narrowing with a hint of threat.

He was the least confident among the group in a one-on-one fight against Sch Jing. The Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword was countered by the Dragon Concealment Style, but with the advantage of numbers, he was confident in their victory.

"Even facing a Limit-Breaking Master, we wouldn't dare claim victory. Don't think that defeating Fengcong makes you invincible."

Sch Jing tilted his head, "I never said I was invincible."

"But, to deal with you stinky potatoes and rotten tomatoes... it doesn't seem like you need to be invincible, does it?"

Xie Yue laughed angrily, "Just as in the videos, you're sharp-tongued. I hope that by the end, when your limbs are severed, your mouth will still be as tough as it is now."

Sch Jing extended his right hand to the side, and from somewhere, an ancient, beautiful long sword flew into his grasp.

He lightly slashed diagonally towards the floor, and with a whoosh, sword energy surged out, causing stones and dust to fly, and a deep, long trench to form in the floor.

His pupils were imbued with the silver-white of his Divine Essence, and golden flames of anger burned quietly, radiating a terrifying aura that shook the void.

As the audience watched in astonishment, their pupils constricting, Sch Jing's lips curled into a defiant smile, "Ant... who gave you the right to speak?"

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(End of Chapter)

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