"Tiger Roar, Dragon's Song—Sword Qi Sweeps the Sky!"
"Boom!"
Yang Qingxuan's aura surged around him, creating powerful shockwaves, like a vast ocean that never ends, transforming into a scene of a tiger and dragon battling fiercely. His presence soared with an overwhelming master's aura!
This technique, originating from the ancient legends of the Hua Xia Kingdom, was a fusion of two remarkable martial arts stories from history.
The first tale was of the Tibetan national priest, Jiumo Zhi, who traveled to the Dali Tianlong Temple to request the "Six Pulse Sword Technique" scroll. In the temple, he used the "Flaming Blade" technique to fight against the "Six Pulse Sword Array," causing the sword Qi to shoot like a battling bull. Meanwhile, Duan Yu, amidst the swirling green smoke, comprehended the sword intent.
The second tale was of the great hero Qiao Feng, who single-handedly infiltrated the Gathering of Heroes Manor to rescue his beloved Ah Zhu. Using the "Taizu Long Fist" technique, he crushed heroes from across the world, roaring like a tiger and howling like a dragon, shaking the very mountains and sky.
Yang Qingxuan had long admired these martial legends. After countless hours of deep study, he blended the "Taizu Long Fist" fist intent, the "Flaming Blade" palm force, and the "Six Pulse Sword" sword intent into a single powerful strike, creating his own technique: "Tiger Roar, Dragon's Song—Sword Qi Sweeps the Sky!"
Though his martial level wasn't particularly high in the Xuan Ye continent, his understanding of martial arts and Dao heart utterly crushed all his peers.
This move, which combined fist, palm, and sword styles into one, was his most powerful blow. Zuo Feng stood no chance against it.
Under the roar of the tiger and song of the dragon, Zuo Feng's face turned pale in terror. His pupils dilated as fear took over him.
He opened his mouth to cry out, but the surging shockwaves, like battling dragons and tigers, pressed down on him, squeezing his internal organs. He couldn't make a sound!
"Boom!"
Zuo Feng's Earthquake Fist instantly disintegrated. The force sent him flying backward with explosive power. The ground beneath his feet shattered like a spider's web, cracks spreading outward.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth as his entire body exploded with blood. He crashed into the edge of the arena, shattering the stones beneath him, before finally sliding off, leaving behind a bloodstained trail that stretched for over ten meters.
Below the arena, the students of Class Three screamed, scattering in all directions, completely shocked and terrified.
Zuo Feng hit the ground again with a heavy thud, sending a cloud of dust into the air.
Fragments of his robes fluttered in the wake of the residual shockwaves, swirling like snowflakes, as if burying the defeated man in a funeral procession.
The entire arena fell into an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop!
Zuo Feng, who was a peak practitioner of the Qi Martial Realm's seventh level, had displayed the power of a tenth-level Qi Martial warrior. Yet, Yang Qingxuan had destroyed his strike with a single move. Judging by Zuo Feng's current state, he was either crippled or dead!
"This fool... when did he become this powerful?"
"Could it be that everything he said before was true? Has he been tolerating us all this time?"
The students of Class Three were horrified, especially those who had bullied Yang Qingxuan before. Their teeth chattered uncontrollably, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind.
Qin Zhen's face was filled with shock, his heart pounding. "The Great Perfection of the Qi Martial Realm!" His gaze shifted to Zuo Feng, who looked like he was either dead or thoroughly crippled.
Though Zuo Feng was one of his students, the situation had unfolded as it had, and it was all Zuo Feng's fault.
Qin Zhen's gaze flicked to Yu Liang, coldly saying, "Teacher Yu, did your students get a good look at Yang Qingxuan's move just now? Did they realize the gap between them? They'd better work harder when they go back to train."
Slap!
Yu Liang felt like he had been slapped across the face. The sting was so intense it left him seething with humiliation, but he couldn't find the words to retort. His eyes burned with resentment as he glared at Qin Zhen.
Qin Zhen sneered. "Would the students of Class Four like to come up and spar with our students? You were all so eager to see a spectacle earlier. I don't want to see you leaving with egg on your face."
The students of Class Four looked horrified, their eyes flashing with fear. They quickly lowered their heads, scared to be called up to fight. Several of them involuntarily took a step back.
What a joke!
That strike from Yang Qingxuan was at least the strength of a Spirit Martial Realm warrior!
Though a few students in Class Four had awakened their Spirits, they were still recovering from the earlier "Spirit Suppression" and didn't dare challenge Yang Qingxuan rashly.
"Humph!"
Yu Liang, feeling utterly embarrassed, swept his sleeve, stomped his foot, and led his class out, retreating in disgrace.
"Hahaha, go ahead and leave!"
The students of Class Three, filled with triumph, whistled and mocked as they watched Class Four slink away, their eyes full of fear when they looked at the poised youth on the stage.
Yang Qingxuan calmly spoke, "Anyone else want to play the fool? Step up, and I'll make sure you get your turn."
His gaze swept across the arena, and every student felt their hearts tremble. No one dared to meet his eyes, all of them lowering their heads in fear.
Only Zuo Heng's eyes were like those of a venomous snake, fixed on Yang Qingxuan. His heart burned with rage. This kid just humiliated Zuo Feng like this. He clearly slapped me in front of everyone, disregarded me entirely, and had no respect for the Zuo family!
He shot a furtive glance at Wu Qiyue, but when he saw her glowing with vitality, her attention fixed on Yang Qingxuan with awe, a wave of jealousy surged in his chest, and murderous intent ignited!
"How dare you! You've harmed a member of the Zuo family—prepare to die!"
Zuo Heng erupted without warning, his figure flashing as he appeared on the arena. A single palm slashed through the air like a fierce wind, aimed straight at Yang Qingxuan!
Zuo Heng had long been in power, and although he appeared graceful on the outside, he was petty and narrow-minded. He had always seen Wu Qiyue as his personal possession. Any other male student who dared to look at her for too long had been met with a violent beating.
Today, Yang Qingxuan had completely stolen his spotlight in front of Wu Qiyue, and he had already placed him on his death list.
"Stop!"
Wu Qiyue saw it too late, and in her fury, she cried out.
Yang Qingxuan's martial sense was incredibly sharp, and he had been on guard the moment Zuo Heng made a move. As the powerful wind surged toward him, Yang Qingxuan inwardly marveled, Such strength!
Beneath Zuo Heng's palm, a faint glow began to emanate, resembling a mountain descending from the heavens. The air around it compressed, creating an ear-piercing shriek!
In that instant, Yang Qingxuan understood: this was the strongest opponent he had ever faced!
But he didn't panic. Though Zuo Heng's power was greater than his, if he unleashed the power from the mark within him, he could kill Zuo Heng in an instant.
Unfazed, he raised his right hand, gathering his finger's energy. A faint red glow began to swirl at his fingertips.
Suddenly, a figure rushed ahead of him—It was Qin Zhen!
Qin Zhen's body moved like a dragon, his energy flowing like a serpent. His two fingers came together, creating a piercing whistle as he shot forward with the most vicious strike.
Zuo Heng's face darkened, a flash of panic in his eyes. This finger technique was meant to break his palm strike, and since Qin Zhen was more skilled, he couldn't stop it.
Panic surged through him, and although he tried to strengthen his palm, it was too late.
Bang!
The two attacks collided, and shockwaves erupted, sending both men flying back.
Qin Zhen spun once in mid-air, landing lightly beside Yang Qingxuan, while Zuo Heng staggered back three steps, clearly overpowered.
"Qin Zhen! You dare strike me?!"
Zuo Heng roared in fury, his face turning crimson.
Qin Zhen remained composed, giving him a cold glance. "What? You represent the Zuo family, and I represent Tiancong Academy. Does the Zuo family want to settle this with the Academy or declare war?"
After speaking, Qin Zhen's gaze lingered on Yang Qingxuan's fingertips, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart.
Zuo Heng's palm strike was incredibly domineering, but only a precise finger technique could counter it. To pull off such a move required profound insight into martial arts—Yang Qingxuan had known this instinctively. How did he figure this out? Could it have been an un