94: Chapter 94 The Powerful Roar

Facing Constable Lie Ming's utterly humiliating words about "one Move," the anger in Tian Yun's chest was already boiling.

He spoke no more, nor did he probe further, pouring all the Aura, rage, and the heart to protect the honor of the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall accumulated over four consecutive battles into this single sword strike!

His figure darted forward like a white cloud emerging from a mountain cave, elusive and unpredictable, yet as fast as lightning!

The long sword in his hand, resembling a pool of autumn water, traced an astonishingly cold, chilling gleam under the sunlight. Accompanied by a piercing whistle as it broke the air, it struck directly at Constable Lie Ming's vital throat!

Where the sword light reached, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the chilling Sword Intent locked onto Constable Lie Ming, leaving no path for retreat!

This strike displayed the strength of Tian Yun, a Sword Dao Genius of the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall, to the fullest!

Many onlookers even held their breath, feeling that once this Move was unleashed, even a Second Grade Late Stage Martial Artist would not dare to meet its edge lightly!

However, facing this lightning-fast, vicious, and tricky killing strike, Constable Lie Ming's face showed not the slightest solemnity; instead, it revealed an even deeper layer of disdain and cruelty.

He didn't even draw his blade, merely slowly raising his right hand, which was faintly glowing with a crimson luster due to consuming the "crimson flame demon pill." With fingers slightly spread, he neither dodged nor avoided it, actually reaching out to grab the stabbing sword tip directly!

"Seeking death!" The fierce look in Tian Yun's eyes intensified, and he added another thirty percent of power to his sword!

"Clang—!!!"

A sound of metal twisting and shattering, so piercing it set one's teeth on edge, suddenly exploded!

Constable Lie Ming's crimson palm, like a red-hot iron tong, had precisely grabbed the incomparably sharp tip of Tian Yun's sword!

The sword body trembled violently, emitting a groan of being unable to bear the burden. The next instant, with a "snap," it broke into two pieces!

The broken blade flew off, trailing sparks!

Constable Lie Ming's palm, momentum unchecked, moved like a red-hot branding iron, passing through the broken sword body to slam fiercely onto the right arm Tian Yun was using to hold the sword!

"Boom—!"

A dull impact sound rang out, accompanied by the clear sound of bones fracturing! Tian Yun felt a terrifying force, vast and unstoppable, scorching and violent to the extreme, surge into his arm like a volcanic eruption, instantly destroying his defense and tearing apart his Meridians and bones!

His entire body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a stampeding giant elephant. He sprayed blood wildly, his figure flying uncontrollably backward. He traced a tragic parabola through the air before slamming heavily onto the edge of the ring several meters away. After rolling several times, he came to a stop. His right arm was twisted at an eerie angle, already broken; his sword had slipped from his hand, his face was pale as paper, blood constantly overflowed from his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused. He was already unable to rise again.

One Move! It was truly just one Move!

It couldn't even be considered a complete Move, just a simple and direct grab and strike. Yet, with overwhelming force, it had beaten Tian Yun, who had defeated four Second Grade Martial Artists in a row, into a state of near-death critical injury!

"Yun'er!"

"Senior Brother Tian Yun!"

On the viewing platform of the Baiyun Martial Arts Hall, Master Bai Song stood up abruptly, eyes splitting with rage, letting out a roar of grief and indignation.

Several Disciples exclaimed and rushed onto the ring, busily and frantically checking Tian Yun's injuries and feeding him a Medicinal Pill. Their gazes toward Constable Lie Ming were filled with endless hatred and fear.

On the side of the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, Hall Master Chen Qingfeng's pupils also constricted, his face showing a look of unbelievable shock. He gasped in a low voice: "Second Grade Late Stage?! This... how is this possible?!"

Once these words were spoken, it was like pouring ice water into boiling oil; the entire venue instantly erupted!

"Second Grade Late Stage? Constable Lie Ming has actually reached the Second Grade Late Stage?!"

"My god! How old is he? Not even twenty, right?"

"When he clashed with Lin Tian of the Imperial Guard a few days ago, wasn't he only at the Second Grade Middle Stage? It's only been a few days?!"

"This speed of Breakthrough... it's simply unheard of! What kind of Heaven-Defying Opportunity has the Liehuo Martial Arts Hall obtained?!"

"It's too eerie! This is definitely not something that can be achieved through normal Cultivate!"

Sounds of exclamation, shock, and disbelief swept through the entire venue like a tide.

The representatives of the Family forces that were attached to the Liehuo Martial Arts Hall or had been forced to join the "Little Martial Alliance" had expressions that shifted constantly at this moment; there was relief, but even deeper trepidation.

"Fortunately... fortunately we knew the times and defected to Hall Revered Master Lie early..." A head of a small Family wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said to his companion in a low voice.

"Indeed, for Constable Lie Ming to be at the Second Grade Late Stage at such a young age, and with such terrifying combat power, his future achievements will be limitless! With him in the Liehuo Martial Arts Hall, and that mysterious method to mass-produce Second Grade Martial Artist, Heishan City... is afraid it will really change." The other person sighed, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness and resignation.

"Among the younger generation, I fear no one is a match for this Constable Lie Ming. Unless the Hall Revered Masters of the Qingfeng and Baiyun Halls personally enter the arena, but that would break the rules of the fist fight..." Someone shook their head, and their gaze toward the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall already carried a bit of sympathy.

On the ring, Constable Lie Ming slowly withdrew his palm. There was only a shallow white mark on his palm, which was quickly smoothed over by his scorching Qi and blood.

He didn't even look at the Tian Yun who was being carried away. His gaze, like a Vicious Beast choosing someone to devour, went straight across the ring and locked firmly onto the dark-robed figure who had been sitting calmly on the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall viewing platform—Lin Tian.

"Trash!" He sneered. The sound was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the silent training ground, filled with undisguised contempt. "A piece of garbage that can't even take one of my palms is worthy of being called a Baiyun Martial Arts Hall Genius? The Baiyun Martial Arts Hall is nothing more than this!"

He paused, then changed the subject. The killing intent in his tone suddenly rose, like an ice pick piercing the bone: "People of the Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall, are you... still going to continue sending people up here to die?"

His eyes were burning, like two red-hot branding irons, nailed firmly onto Lin Tian. Every word was filled with provocation and deep-seated hatred: "Lin! Tian! Kid, do you dare to come onto the stage and settle the score with me?!"

The entire audience's gaze instantly turned toward Lin Tian in unison!

Now, among the younger generation of the Qingfeng and Baiyun Halls, the strongest representative was undoubtedly this youth who had recently risen to fame, had also made a "rapid" Breakthrough, and held an important position in the Imperial Guard!

He was the last hope of the two halls, and also the enemy that Constable Lie Ming was determined to kill!

Meeting that tangible gaze, filled with killing intent and provocation, Lin Tian slowly raised his eyelids.

His eyes were calm and waveless, but deep within them was a trace of imperceptible playfulness. Second Grade Late Stage? A bit interesting.

It seems the "crimson flame demon pill" of the evil cult has an even more overbearing effect than expected. However... so what?

He slowly stood up, preparing to accept the challenge.

"Junior Brother!" Senior Sister Chen Yu beside him grabbed his sleeve, her pretty face full of anxiety and worry. She said urgently: "Don't go! He has already reached the Second Grade Late Stage! His strength has skyrocketed, and he is exceptionally ferocious; you are not his match! At worst... at worst we will admit defeat in this fist fight!"

Hall Master Chen Qingfeng also frowned, saying in a deep voice: "Tian'er, Senior Sister Chen Yu is right. Constable Lie Ming's Aura is currently at its peak, and his strikes are vicious and merciless. Although you have extraordinary talent, your cultivation... is ultimately a line behind. No need to force it; victory and defeat are common matters for soldiers. Preserving yourself is the Righteous Path."

In his view, while Lin Tian was a Genius, facing Constable Lie Ming, who had consumed tiger-wolf medicine to forcibly elevate himself to the Second Grade Late Stage and was filled with killing intent, the chances of winning were slim. Forcibly entering the ring might lead to the danger of losing his life.

Lin Tian gently pulled away from Senior Sister Chen Yu's hand and smiled slightly at the two of them. His smile carried a sense of reassuring confidence and indifference: "Senior Sister, Revered Master, do not worry. A mere Second Grade Late Stage Martial Artist built up by Medicinal Pill, this Disciple... really does not take him seriously."

"What?" Senior Sister Chen Yu was stunned, her beautiful eyes widening.

Hall Master Chen Qingfeng was also taken aback, his gaze toward Lin Tian filled with suspicion. Not taking him seriously? Could it be...

Just as the two were stunned, Lin Tian had already moved, as if strolling in a leisurely courtyard. He crossed the tables and chairs in front of him, his footsteps neither fast nor slow, yet carrying a peculiar rhythm, as he walked toward the ring.

"Junior Brother! Come back quickly!" Senior Sister Chen Yu reacted, stomping her feet in anxiety, wanting to rush up to stop him, but was held down by Hall Master Chen Qingfeng.

"Revered Master!" Senior Sister Chen Yu said urgently.

Hall Master Chen Qingfeng looked at Lin Tian's steady and calm back, as if he were not going to a life-and-death struggle, but to an ordinary appointment. The light in his eyes flickered violently, finally turning into a complex sigh. He shook his head: "It's too late... and, the rules of the fist fight state that those who enter the stage, unless they kneel and admit defeat, must... fight a match before they can leave the stage."

"Hahaha! Well said! Once you've stepped onto the stage, don't think about leaving easily!" The Liehuo Martial Arts Hall side erupted in wanton laughter. Constable Lie Ming was so excited that his body trembled slightly, his eyes bursting with terrifying ecstasy and venomous light. "Lin Tian! You've finally come up! Great! Today, I will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces with my own hands to pay tribute to the spirit of my brother in heaven!"