96: Chapter 96 Hehe~ Master's legs are so bouncy~ So comfortable~

"Hum!" A Sword hum suddenly resounded throughout the entire arena!

Zhao Quan did not seem to expect that Chen Yan would be so lacking in martial virtue, attacking without warning!

However, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he grinned and laughed, "Well done!"

In his heart, the Zhenwu Sect was not inferior to the Taiqing Sword Sect!

Naturally, as a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, he could easily crush a Foundation Establishment brat from the Taiqing Sword Sect!

Zhao Quan swung his fist, his hand covered in a layer of white light!

"Bang!" Chen Yan's Sword Qi struck Zhao Quan's fist, and a shockwave instantly erupted in all directions!

The watching Cultivators retreated one after another, their faces full of shock.

"Good lad, bold enough!" Someone whispered in admiration, "Daring to attack a Golden Core Stage while at the Foundation Establishment Stage—never mind whether he can win or not, this courage alone is enough to be proud of!"

Others were dismissive, "Overestimating his own abilities. Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?"

"Although the Taiqing Sword Sect is strong, the Zhenwu Sect is not weak either! This Zhao Quan has even cultivated the Zhenwu Fist Intent. This guy is very cunning, nothing like his rough appearance!"

Everyone was discussing, and it seemed that no one was optimistic about Chen Yan.

After all, as fellow Prodigies, they knew all too well how massive the gap between the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stages was!

Feeling the mediocre Sword Qi on his fist, the look of triumph in Zhao Quan's eyes grew even more intense.

"Kid, your sword doesn't match your arrogance!"

"This little bit of Sword Qi can't even break my skin!"

He stood tall, pulled his fist to his waist, and smiled contemptuously at Chen Yan, "Watch closely! This punch of mine will be very cool!"

Hum!

As his Fist Intent gathered, it was as if a vortex had formed on his fist, drawing in all the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi!

The Spiritual Qi gathered on his fist, and as he clenched it, a "crackling" sound erupted.

The onlookers were startled once again, subconsciously retreating more than ten zhang.

Seeing that Chen Yan was actually allowing Zhao Quan to build up his momentum, their eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Forget it! I originally wanted to see what kind of skills this Chen Yan had, but I didn't expect him to be such a naive greenhorn!"

"The power of the Zhenwu Fist Intent increases several times over the longer one spends building momentum! Doesn't this Chen Yan know that?"

"Hahaha! Perhaps he does know? Maybe he just wants to test the power of the Zhenwu Fist Intent?"

Some were worried, some were contemptuous, and others were sarcastic. But no one was optimistic about Chen Yan anymore!

Chen Yan, listening to the whispers in his ears, remained standing quietly in place.

He even... boredly yawned, "Say, are you done yet?"

"What?" Zhao Quan was stunned, not understanding what Chen Yan meant.

Chen Yan looked at him with disdain, "I've been waiting for you for ages. Building up your momentum, you look like you're constipated."

Zhao Quan's expression shifted instantly, and he gritted his teeth, roaring, "You bastard!"

He concentrated all the Spiritual Qi in his body onto his fist and blasted a punch toward Chen Yan, "Take this punch!"

"Smack!" Zhao Quan maintained his punching stance, but his face alternated between blue and white!

Everyone stared blankly at the red brick plastered to his face, their jaws dropping to the floor!

Chen Yan slowly extended a finger and beckoned at the brick.

"wait a moment." Under Zhao Quan's terrified gaze, the brick lifted... and fell!

"Smack!"

Lifted... and fell!

"Smack!"

Chen Yan stood before him and said coldly, "On the battlefield, who the hell gives you the chance to build up momentum!"

"I didn't want to bother with you, but why are you so cheap? Do you really have to seek your own death?"

He caught the brick, swung his arm around twice, and slammed it heavily against Zhao Quan's mouth again!

"Zhenwu Sect, right?"

"Smack!"

"Zhao Quan, right?"

"Smack!"

"Hidden Dragon 69, right?"

"Smack!"

"That's for having a cheap mouth!"

"Smack!"

"Who do you think you are! How dare you insult my Revered Master!"

"Smack! Smack!"

"Today, I'm going to finish you! Even if your Sect Master comes, he won't be able to save you! I said it!"

Putting away the brick, Chen Yan condensed Geng Metal Sword Intent at his fingertips!

"Taiyi Light-Splitting Sword—Light-Splitting Initial Appearance!"

He pointed a finger, and a brilliant light erupted!

Zhao Quan's body went stiff, unable to move. Watching the Sword Qi closing in on his forehead, his eyes widened in terror.

"Hmph! Arrogant junior!"

Just as Chen Yan's Sword Qi was about to pierce Zhao Quan's forehead, a cold snort echoed through the air!

A wave of Mahayana Stage pressure instantly descended upon Chen Yan, pinning him in place and rendering him unable to move!

Chen Yan gritted his teeth and glared at a figure descending from above.

The man wore a martial outfit; though his hair was white, he was brawny and muscular.

It was the Zhenwu Sect Revered Master, Yu Sheng! He was also Zhao Quan's Revered Master!

Upon seeing him, Zhao Quan, now free from his paralysis, immediately shouted excitedly, "Revered Master!"

Yu Sheng, however, looked coldly at Chen Yan, a chilling glint appearing in his eyes,

"As a Disciple of the Taiqing Sword Sect, you use hidden weapons to launch a sneak attack!"

"Junior, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your Revered Master!"

"I will let you know that there is always someone better!"

He clenched his fist and adopted the same stance as Zhao Quan, sneering, "Didn't you look down on my Zhenwu Fist?"

"Come! I'd like to see how you break this punch of mine!"

A punch from a Mahayana Stage Cultivator—how could it possibly be compared to Zhao Quan's?

As soon as Yu Sheng adopted his stance, his fist became like a black hole, frantically devouring the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi!

The terrifying suction force even began to pull Chen Yan toward him!

If this punch landed, there was absolutely no chance for Chen Yan to survive!

No one had expected that this Zhenwu Sect Revered Master would be so vindictive! Just because his Disciple was humiliated, he was willing to take a life!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Chen Yan felt as if a mountain were collapsing upon him; the Mahayana Stage pressure pinned him down firmly.

Yet, he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to withstand the pressure as he looked up at Yu Sheng. He grinned and roared,

"You old dog! You send the old one after the young one is beaten, is that it?"

"Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy of teaching me on behalf of my Revered Master? F*** you!"

Yu Sheng's expression turned dark instantly!

Originally, out of respect for the Taiqing Sword Sect, he had only intended to give Chen Yan a minor punishment!

But now? Hmph! He decided to completely cripple this little beast!

"Sharp-tongued! You're asking for death, junior!"

He threw his punch! The Fist Intent, carrying a terrifying hurricane, headed straight for Chen Yan's Dantian!

The crowd was in an uproar! This strike was a blatant attempt to cripple Chen Yan!

Yet, Chen Yan showed no fear. He suddenly dropped his defenses, effectively delivering himself right onto Yu Sheng's fist.

"So you're the only one with someone backing you, is that it? You're the only one who can bully the young with your age, right?"

Under Yu Sheng's bewildered gaze, Chen Yan suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, "Revered Master! Help!"

"Hum!" A soft sound echoed in the air!

Then, a green-clad figure drifted in!

Leng Qingshuang's forehead flashed with green light as she unleashed her Wind Spirit Intent Domain, instantly binding Yu Sheng within it!

Just as Chen Yan had done to Zhao Quan earlier, Yu Sheng was now frozen in his punching stance, not daring to move an inch!

Because all around his body, there were densely packed swords made of Wind Spirit!

Thousands of Wind Spirit swords were pressed firmly against him. The sharp Sword Intent pierced through his body, creating bloody holes!

His Physical Body, which he was so proud of, was like paper in the face of the Wind Spirit Intent!

Yu Sheng's face turned pale! He had a gut feeling that if he dared to move even slightly, he would be torn to shreds!

"Cough! Cough!" Seeing his Revered Master save him like a Heavenly Immortal descending from the heavens, Chen Yan rolled his eyes, clutched his chest, and coughed a few times.

Then, he lunged to Leng Qingshuang's feet, hugged her leg tightly, and began to cry aggrievedly,

"Revered Master! Your Disciple was almost killed by this old thing!"

"Your Disciple almost wouldn't be able to serve you anymore!"

"This dog doesn't care about martial virtue, bullying the young with his age! A Mahayana Stage Cultivator attacking me! How f***ing shameless!"

"This will definitely leave a huge psychological shadow on your Disciple's young heart!"

"Revered Master! Hurry up and kill this shameless bastard! Avenge your Disciple!"

He pressed his face against Leng Qingshuang's thigh, secretly chuckling in his heart, "Hehe~ Revered Master's legs are so springy~ So comfortable~"