158: A white dress, stained with blood

The second match... dodging and weaving, fists and feet flying.

A few minutes later:

The county-level student failed.

The third match... the sixth match... the county-level students all failed.

Chu Qing watched, shaking his head repeatedly.

The difference in tendons and bones between the county-level students and the Prefecture City students wasn't actually that great.

However, they were lacking in Moves and experience.

That's why they lost.

At this moment:

Ren Qingying entered the arena.

Her opponent was also a woman.

This woman's appearance was similar to Ren Qingying's.

The two didn't even clasp their fists in greeting; they immediately started fighting.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As soon as the two clashed, Chu Qing's eyes lit up.

Because:

They weren't just disarming each other; their fists and feet struck with power, colliding forcefully.

It was just a pity:

In just half a minute, Ren Qingying was kicked flying by that woman.

Ren Qingying landed, spitting blood.

Then, without looking back, she turned and left.

At this moment:

Only Chu Qing and the bald Zheng Xilong remained to enter the arena.

Zheng Xilong stood up, shaking his head, his entire tendons and bones cracking loudly.

He leaped onto the stage, raising both hands and declared, "I was very disappointed by the battles just now."

"If my opponents are just those few pathetic excuses for Martial Artists, there's no need for them to come up."

"You can't even block one of my punches."

Arrogant!

The Prefecture City students sneered endlessly.

A young man ascended the stage, laughing, "Baldy, you're very arrogant!"

"But, I like arrogant people like you!"

"Come, three punches, I'll make you kneel with three punches!"

Zheng Xilong laughed heartily, shaking his head and saying, "You trash, have you completed your Golden Tendons cultivation?"

"If you haven't even completed your Golden Tendons, don't come over here to make a fool of yourself."

"You know nothing of my power!"

The young man chuckled, "You have two black eye circles; it's obvious you just got beaten up."

"You, powerful?"

"My fists are very hard; in a moment, you'll have to bear with it."

Zheng Xilong grinned sinisterly, then suddenly leaped, rushing towards the young man.

He swung his fist, and the air twisted, transforming into a roaring Dragon head.

There was even a strange roar.

The young man scoffed, crossing his arms, and said coldly, "Your Dragon Fist is just trash before my Dragon Subduing Fist."

He threw a punch.

His fist twisted the air, forming an unknown beast head.

Boom!

The two collided.

The next second, the young man's face changed drastically.

His beast head exploded, his fist twisted, and his Flesh ripped open.

Zheng Xilong changed his punch to a claw, grabbing the young man's chest, and lifted him high.

Roar!

A loud roar.

He grabbed the young man and slammed him forcefully onto the ground.

Boom!

He smashed a large pit into the arena stage.

The young man fell into it, no longer moving.

A Martial Instructor immediately rushed into the pit, and after a moment, carried away the young man, who was covered in blood.

At this very moment:

Thousands of people were silent.

No one expected a county-level Martial Artist to win.

And, it was with just one Move.

This was beyond their imagination.

"This is impossible!"

Many people exclaimed in shock.

The Prefecture City students' faces changed even more drastically.

"The Dragon Subduing Fist specifically counters the Dragon Fist!"

"How did the result turn out opposite?"

"Yes, before the Dragon Subduing Fist, the Dragon Fist can't even exert one-third of its power!"

Many students were bewildered.

Some Martial Instructors' faces were very grim.

However, some students and Martial Instructors looked as if it was only natural.

On the small viewing platform, Chu Qing smiled.

"A bunch of fools!"

"There's actually no such thing as martial arts countering each other."

"As long as you're strong enough, so-called counters are just trash!"

He stood up, stretching his tendons and bones.

Because it was his turn to enter the arena.

And at this moment:

On the arena stage, Zheng Xilong suddenly pointed at Chu Qing and said:

"Chu Qing, I hope you don't fail, and even more, don't get injured."

"Later, when we go outside the city, I still want to personally beat you to death!"

After speaking, he made a throat-slitting gesture towards Chu Qing.

Instantly, thousands of people all looked at Chu Qing.

In their hearts, they mourned for Chu Qing.

The Prefecture City students were all severely injured and spat blood from Zheng Xilong's single punch; the county-level student who came here would probably be beaten to a pulp!

"If I were him, I would definitely take advantage of the bald man being busy right now and just run away."

"Brother, hurry and run, we'll make way for you."

"Run? If he doesn't run, he still has a chance to live. If he runs, he'll surely die!"

"To survive, he probably can't leave Prefecture City for the rest of his life."

"Brother, later, you can leave the city slowly; we'll go outside the city to watch the excitement."

The Crowd was buzzing.

Chu Qing completely ignored them, still stretching his tendons and bones.

At this moment:

Zheng Xilong came down, but he didn't return to the small viewing platform.

Because he had won.

He had to wait aside to collect his winning resources.

And at this time, Chu Qing intended to go onto the arena stage.

The result was:

Before he could ascend the stage, a Prefecture City student voluntarily went up.

This student was handsome and elegant, dressed in white brocade, with an extraordinary temperament.

He stood there, looking around as if a Big Shot was looking down on ants.

The noisy crowd quieted because of him.

Ximen Feng smiled.

He liked this feeling of being high above, where a single gaze could suppress everything.

The corners of his mouth turned up as he smiled and said, "Who is Chu Qing?"

"Hurry up and come here. I'll cripple you, and then I still have to go to Zhou City to challenge the Prodigies there."

Chu Qing was stunned.

The Crowd was in an uproar.

Because:

There was only one challenger left now.

This person was Chu Qing.

Moreover:

Just now, the bald Zheng Xilong had also pointed at Chu Qing.

Everyone knew who Chu Qing was.

But Ximen Feng deliberately pretended not to know him, with a look of arrogance and disdain.

Under the gaze of The Crowd, Chu Qing smiled, not taking Ximen Feng seriously.

He went onto the arena stage.

Ximen Feng said disdainfully, "Who are you?"

Chu Qing didn't speak, looking instead at the Martial Instructor beside him.

The Martial Instructor frowned.

But not at Ximen Feng, but at Chu Qing.

Because the student Zheng Xilong had severely injured earlier was precisely one he taught.

So, he was in a bad mood, and even hated Chu Qing, saying:

"Chu Qing, student Ximen Feng is asking you a question, why don't you answer?"

Chu Qing was startled, then smiled, not arguing, but instead cupped his fists and said, "Chu Qing!"

The people below booed.

"Coward!"

"That's not cowardice, he's being polite!"

"From the countryside, sure enough, he's no good."

"No confidence, no backing, no ability, naturally he has to bow his head; otherwise, he really will be crippled."

"Last time, Ximen Feng crippled an unlucky fellow!"

Ximen Feng laughed heartily.

He pointed at Chu Qing and said, "Country bumpkin, I originally wanted to cripple you."

"But, I saw that bald fellow just now say he wanted to kill you after leaving the city."

"So, as long as you kneel and kowtow to me, I won't cripple you."

"How about it?"

Chu Qing didn't even look at him, but instead looked at the Martial Instructor beside him.

This time, he had put away his smile.

His expression was serious and stern.

The Martial Instructor coughed and said, "Alright, everyone take your positions, begin!"

The Martial Instructor waved his hand.

The next second, Chu Qing bent down, his feet stomping the floor:

Boom!

The floor shattered, wood splinters flying.

Amidst the flying wood splinters, Chu Qing, like a charging wild ox, roared away.

The surrounding air twisted.

Wild ox-shaped Qi currents swirled, roared, and galloped.

Ximen Feng's eyeballs contracted.

Such fast speed.

He couldn't react in time at all.

He instinctively crossed his arms, protecting his chest.

The next instant:

Boom!

Chu Qing crashed into him.

Crack!

Both arms broke, Flesh splattered, and arm bones twisted.

Two broken arms, trailing blood mist, flew into the air.

Ximen Feng screamed, flying backward, about to fall off the arena stage.

The result was:

Chu Qing grabbed his leg with one hand, forcefully pulling him back, then threw him towards the sky:

"The martial arts of the Fu City Martial Academy are too disappointing to me."

The next second, he leaped into the air.

In the air, he grabbed Ximen Feng's shoulders with both hands, then pressed down forcefully:

"Boom!"

Ximen Feng, like a green onion, was impaled straight onto the arena stage, half his body exposed above the stage, half submerged beneath the wooden planks.

Thud!

Chu Qing landed.

He casually pulled Ximen Feng out, then pressed down again:

"How dare you, with just you, ask me to kneel?"

Boom!

"How can your flashy Moves seriously injure me?"

Boom!

"Why aren't you kneeling yet?"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Chu Qing repeatedly pressed Ximen Feng down.

Finally:

Crack!

Crack!

Two loud cracks.

Chu Qing kicked and shattered Ximen Feng's knees, making him kneel straight on the arena stage.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Chu Qing slapped Ximen Feng's face, smiling:

"Next time you want to ask me to kneel, you should first kneel and beg me."

"Understand?"

Ximen Feng didn't say a word.

He knelt stiffly, his eyes vacant; his white robes stained crimson with blood.