Chapter 143: A Little Beast with No Sense of Propriety, KO’d with One Punch
Chapter 143: A Little Beast with No Sense of Propriety, KO’d with One Punch
The Hidden Weapons arrived!
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—!!!"
The sounds of metal clashing blended together, as dense as a torrential rain hitting a tin roof.
Those poison-tipped Hidden Weapons struck the Lightning Barrier and were instantly deflected, sent flying, or burnt red-hot.
Some were directly melted into molten iron by the electric current, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound.
Poisonous smoke rose, but it was dispersed by the electricity before it could spread.
Three seconds.
In just three seconds, all the Hidden Weapons fell to the ground, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
"!!!"
Tang San’s pupils constricted sharply.
His strongest Hidden Weapons technique, his trump card killing move, was... easily neutralized just like that?
"How is this possible?!"
His mind went blank.
When he looked up again, he found that Lin Qingmo was no longer where he had been.
Where was he?
"It’s just a spar."
A cold voice came from the side.
The hair on Tang San’s body stood on end as he whipped his head around!
Lin Qingmo had stood by his side at some point, less than half a meter away.
That face, which usually showed little expression, was now as somber as a frozen lake in winter.
"You couldn’t help but use lethal force?"
The question was asked very softly.
But Tang San could hear the anger within it.
He opened his mouth to explain, wanting to say it was just a subconscious reaction, that he didn’t really intend to kill,
but Lin Qingmo didn’t give him the chance.
One punch!
A punch slammed into Tang San’s stomach.
Tang San felt as if his internal organs had been turned upside down. Intense pain exploded instantly, his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.
His body curled up like a shrimp, and the metallic taste of blood welled up in his mouth.
It wasn’t over yet.
Electric current surged into his body through the fist.
Numbness began to spread from his abdomen, like countless fine needles piercing every inch of muscle and every nerve.
He couldn’t stop himself from twitching; saliva leaked from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground.
Then he went flying.
"Whoosh!"
He slammed heavily onto the grass dozens of meters away, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
He tried to get up, but his body wouldn’t obey; his limbs were trembling.
His vision grew increasingly blurred until it finally went completely dark.
Before losing consciousness, the last sound he heard was the sound of Lin Qingmo’s footsteps as he turned away, and a very soft sentence.
"Truly a little beast with no sense of propriety."
Tang San became completely still.
Lin Qingmo turned around and looked toward the edge of the field, where two people were still standing.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong.
The two of them seemed frozen in place, motionless.
Oscar was still clutching a Sausage he had just conjured, which was still steaming.
Ning Rongrong’s Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda hovered in her palm, its light flickering like her heartbeat at that moment.
Only one thought remained in their minds—it’s over, everything is over!
Lin Qingmo jerked his chin toward them.
"Just the two of you left."
His voice wasn’t loud, but in the deathly silent field, it was terrifyingly clear.
Oscar shuddered.
He looked down at the Sausage in his hand, then at Lin Qingmo, and then did something very embarrassing but very wise—he threw the Sausage away.
He threw it far away, as if tossing a hot potato.
"I surrender!"
He raised his hands, his voice slightly out of tune.
"Big brother, I was wrong! I’m not fighting anymore! I give up!"
Ning Rongrong also snapped back to her senses.
She retracted her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda with a shua, her movements so fast it was as if she were afraid it would be stolen.
"I also give up!"
Lin Qingmo looked at them for two seconds and then nodded.
"Fine."
The lightning surrounding his body slowly receded, and his spirit ring dimmed.
The suffocating pressure on the field also dissipated.
The wind began to blow again.
It blew over the charred grass, over the scattered Hidden Weapons, and over the unconscious people.
It also blew past the two middle-aged men at the edge of the field who were completely stunned.
Yu Xiaogang stood there like a stone statue.
The thick notebook of theory in his hand had fallen to the ground at some unknown point.
A few pages lay open, rustling in the wind, but he didn’t go to pick it up.
He didn’t even notice.
All of his attention, his thoughts, and his understanding had been completely shattered by the three-minute battle just now.
Crushed into powder and scattered in the wind, nothing remained.
His mind was a complete blank.
Then, countless chaotic thoughts surged in, crowding together and giving him a headache.
What was the situation?
What had just happened?
Dai Mubai was sent flying by a punch, Ma Hongjun was thrown out by his mouth, Zhu Zhuqing was casually brushed aside, Xiao Wu was gently subdued, and Tang San was knocked down with a single blow—
Seven Spirit Masters who were definitely considered Geniuses among their peers—three minutes, in just three minutes, all gone!
Yu Xiaogang’s lips moved, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
His throat felt as if something were blocking it, dry and painful.
He subconsciously swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Then he heard his own voice, very soft and slightly trembling.
"...This is impossible."
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
A Spirit Ancestor, even with a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, couldn’t possibly be this strong.
This isn’t scientific—no, this isn’t Spirit Master-logy.
The spirit powerRank was right there—yet Lin Qingmo had done it.
Using the simplest and most brutal method, he had ground all of his theories, calculations, and deductions into dust beneath his feet.
Yu Xiaogang’s body began to tremble.
It wasn’t from fear.
It was because of excitement.
A nearly pathological excitement!
He stared at the youth in the center of the field.
Only one thought was screaming frantically in his mind—secrets!
He must have secrets!
Where did the ten-thousand-year spirit ring come from?
How did Blue Silver Grass have lightning?
Why was the lightning attribute so strong?
Every question was like a hook snagging his heart, making it itch unbearably.
He had to know, he had to understand!
Such talent, such strength, such secrets... if he could research it thoroughly, if he could master the patterns within, if he could write it into his theories,
then his theories would no longer be mere armchair strategy!
Then he could truly prove himself, prove it to everyone who looked down on him.
Yu Xiaogang’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, to a somewhat frightening degree.
They were a mixture of shock, greed, resentment, and desire, like a boiling pot of soup, bubbling away.
Flender, beside him, wasn’t in a much better state.
He wasn’t trembling, but his mouth had been hanging open for a long time, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.
"Good heavens..."
He muttered to himself, his voice as airy as if he were sleepwalking.
"What was this kid raised on?"
He had lived many years and seen many Geniuses.
But someone like Lin Qingmo... no, not a single one!
It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen ten-thousand-year spirit rings, but he had never even heard of someone being able to absorb one with only four rings.
And to be able to use it so skillfully after absorbing it was even more of a fantasy.
The power of that lightning was simply incredible.
He had tested Dai Mubai’s White Tiger Barrier; it was very tough.
An average Spirit Ancestor would have to exert some effort to break it.
And Lin Qingmo?
He crushed it with a single palm, like crushing an egg.
And then there was that speed.
He had personally observed how fast Zhu Zhuqing’s Hell Rush Stab was, so he knew.
But Lin Qingmo’s spinning kick was so fast it left only an afterimage.
If this had been a life-and-death struggle, Zhu Zhuqing would have died ten times already.
The most terrifying thing was the control.
He clearly held back on the punch that hit Dai Mubai; otherwise, Dai Mubai wouldn’t just be unconscious, his internal organs would be shattered.
The way he grabbed Xiao Wu’s ankle was incredibly gentle.
While blocking Tang San’s Hidden Weapons, he still remembered to shield Xiao Wu behind him.
Every step, every move, was as precise as if measured with a ruler.
Just how terrifying was this combat instinct?
(End of Chapter)
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