Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Terror Power_1

”This...”

Ling Shisan and Ling Jiu’s faces didn’t look too good, as they hadn’t expected Ling Xiaotian would actually speak up to protect Ling Xiao.

However, they dared not defy Ling Xiaotian’s words.

”Thank you, Clan Leader, for giving Ling Xiao this opportunity!”

Ling Xiao showed a look of surprise on his face.

Yet, Ling Feifan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, apparently dissatisfied that someone could share the same special privileges as him.

Ling Feifan glanced at Ling Shisan intentionally or unintentionally.

He was aware of the assassination attempt Ling Shisan had orchestrated.

Three experts from the Black Scarf Thieves had set out, yet they failed to kill Ling Xiao.

This Ling Xiao, he feared, was not as simple as he appeared.

Ling Feifan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, Ling Shisan was in a state of turmoil. He knew very well the strength of those three Black Scarf Thieves; that they could not kill Ling Xiao meant just how strong was Ling Xiao’s power?

”Ling Xiao!”

The chief referee spoke in a deep voice, ”It’s your turn to go on stage now. Martial Artists will challenge you, and if you win, then you can participate in the final competition. If you fail, then no more nonsense, understand?”

”Understood!”

Ling Xiao nodded and replied.

To be exact, there were a hundred and nine people, and aside from Ling Feifan, Ling Xiao was fully confident of defeating them all, though the difficulty varied.

So, he wasn’t worried.

”Then you may go.”

”Yes!”

Ling Xiao lightly leaped onto the Martial Arts Platform, then cupped his fists and said, ”Please enlighten me, everyone!”

Ling Yihang’s gaze collided with Ling Xiao’s, and the two exchanged smiles.

Although Ling Xiao had defeated Ling Yihang in the initial elimination round.

However, Ling Yihang was not the type to bear grudges, being very free-spirited, dedicated to becoming stronger, truly a Martial Arts fanatic.

Then, his gaze met with Ling Yixue and her eyes showed a few hints of tenderness and care.

Ling Xiao nodded, expressing his gratitude.

They didn’t talk much, but their relationship had subtly grown much closer.

”If nobody else will, then I will test your strength!”

Moments later, someone stepped out from the crowd.

He was precisely at the second row from the front, the fifth one, meaning his current ranking was fifteenth in the Genius Hall.

”Senior Brother, how may I address you?”

Ling Xiao asked with a cupped fist.

”Why waste words when you’re about to be kicked off in no time?”

The disciple ranked fifteenth seemed impatient with Ling Xiao, confusing Ling Xiao a bit as he didn’t recall offending this person.

”That must be Ling Ji, he seems to be a hardcore fan of Brother Feifan.”

”No wonder then. Ling Xiao has actually gained the same special privilege as Brother Feifan, of course he’s not pleased.”

Ling Ji, three years older than Ling Xiao and sixteen this year, had well-developed and solid muscles.

He specialized in defensive Martial Arts, and his Cultivation Level was at the early stages of the Martial Vein Quadruple Layer.

Generally, even Martial Artists at the Intermediate Stage of the Martial Vein Quadruple Layer were hesitant to face him.

Think about it, you punch and the opponent doesn’t even feel it, and you’re exhausted to death—that’s not a very pleasant feeling.

”Just because of that statement, I won’t let you step down intact. As for this year’s final, you’re finished!”

Ling Xiao was not somebody to be trifled with.

Especially since his beggar relatives were killed and he himself was the target of an assassination.

Such experiences had hardened his character, making him more resilient and decisive.

If you’re always too merciful, others will think you’re easy to bully.

”Boy, you’ll pay for these words! Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you’re at the Martial Meridians Fourth Level Peak!”

Ling Ji faced Ling Xiao without a trace of fear.

In his view, Ling Xiao might be at a higher realm, but he was younger and lacked both strength and battle experience.

”Heh heh, Ling Ji’s making a move, now Ling Xiao’s in trouble. Even Ling Yihang didn’t dare to pick Brother Ji for the challenge before. It’s because Brother Ji’s top-level defensive Martial Art is too formidable, and he’s already reached the Elementary Realm.”

”That’s right, Ling Ji once exhausted a Martial Artist at the Martial Meridians Fourth Level Peak to death.”

”So what if he got a chance from the Clan Leader? He’ll still have to get the hell out of here.”

Ling Ji’s entry into the fight excited many people who didn’t like Ling Xiao.

Although in terms of cultivation level, Ling Xiao’s was higher.

But they believed that Ling Ji’s actual combat experience was stronger and even if he couldn’t win easily, he could wear Ling Xiao down to death.

”Tyrant Fist!”

The Martial Skill used by Ling Ji was Advanced.

However, this skill was a bit special.

Its power was enhanced according to one’s own defensive strength.

Ling Ji specialized in top-level defensive Martial Arts, and combined with Tyrant Fist, the strength he could exert was feared to be no less than top-level Martial Arts.

When he threw a punch, his body actually emitted a black iron-like glow, and there was a black aura wrapped around his fist, as if it were made of tough steel, shining with a metallic luster.

The power of this punch was feared to be no less formidable than a top-level Martial Art at the Small Success Realm.

It turned out to be a Great Success Advanced Martial Art; no wonder then.

Plus the inherent enhancement of defensive Martial Arts, the power indeed wouldn’t be inferior to top-level Martial Arts of the Small Success Realm.

Ling Xiao was a bit excited because his opponent’s combination gave him some hints.

Just like the first set of Martial Arts he practiced, the various Martial Arts didn’t exist in isolation, and if matched well, they could certainly boost each other.

”Brother Ling Ji’s punch is really powerful; I’m afraid it’s not much worse than a Martial Artist in the late stages of the Martial Meridians Four-level!”

”That’s right, even if this punch can’t defeat Ling Xiao, it will still make Ling Xiao suffer and realize that there are always higher skies.”

The disciples of Genius Hall had a better understanding of Ling Ji and naturally favored him more, so their discussions were very biased towards Ling Ji.

Ling Xiao smiled and casually reached out his hand to meet the punch.

He didn’t use any Martial Skills.

He didn’t use Gang Qi.

He simply extended his hand.

This scene surprised everyone present.

He wanted to block that punch without even using Martial Skills; did Ling Xiao think he was Ling Feifan?

Even Ling Feifan wouldn’t dare to underestimate an opponent like that.

”You insolent kid, you dare to look down on me!”

Ling Ji was furious.

The only person who had ever defeated him like this was Ling Feifan.

Since that time, he had completely admired Ling Feifan.

He didn’t want a second person to appear like that; no one could replace Ling Feifan’s place in his heart!

”I’m going to cripple you!”

Ling Ji had originally saved some Gang Qi for the upcoming challenges, but now he was provoked by Ling Xiao’s contempt and used his full ten levels of strength.

At that moment, his skin turned iron-black, and his whole body looked like a sculpture forged from black iron.

”Boom!”

”Get down from there!”

On the Martial Arts Platform, Ling Xiao still didn’t move, while Ling Ji charged at him with extreme speed.

Then their fists collided.

The horrifying Gang Qi from Ling Ji splattered in all directions, and the protective barriers around the Martial Arts Platform were clearly twisted and deformed.

Fortunately, they were reinforced and not yet damaged.

Ling Ji’s face was full of frenzy.

However, the outcome that followed was something he couldn’t accept.

”Crack!”

”Crack, crack!”

That was the sound of bones breaking.

Ling Ji’s expression changed from frenzy and anger to shock and pain.

The bones in both his arms had been broken, all the way to his shoulders.

Although his body didn’t fly away, the bones in both of his arms were completely shattered.

He felt as though he was not fighting a person, but as if his fists had smashed into a mountain made of cast steel.