67: Chapter 67 One Punch Defeats Qin Shou

Ring Number 9 was on the east side of the plaza, not far from him.

Many people had already gathered around the ring; they were all Disciples who had drawn Ring Number 9, clustering in groups of three or five to discuss the upcoming match.

At that moment, a gaze fell upon him.

Baili Yunche slightly turned his head and saw Fei Yangyang standing not far away, a cold sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of provocation.

Surrounded by several brocade-clothed Disciples, he was whispering something while occasionally looking over toward Baili Yunche with malicious smiles on their faces.

Baili Yunche withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged.

However, he sneered in his heart and ignored them. He turned around and walked toward Ring Number 9 with a calm pace and fluttering robes.

Seeing that all the Disciples had finished drawing lots, Yun Qingfeng waved his right hand and put away the drawing pot.

He glanced around and said in a clear voice:

"The drawing of lots is complete, all Disciples please proceed to your respective rings. An incense stick's time later, the grand competition will officially begin!"

His voice echoed across the plaza like an order, igniting everyone's passion.

The plaza instantly boiled with excitement.

The grand competition was proceeding in full swing.

On the ten rings, battles rose and fell one after another. The bursting sounds of Spells, the clashing sounds of swords, and the shouts of Disciples intertwined to form a blood-boiling battle song.

On Ring Number 9, Baili Yunche wore a green shirt, standing with his hands behind his back, looking calm and indifferent.

From the very first round, he had not encountered any decent obstacles.

In the first match, facing an Inner Sect Disciple at the Foundation Establishment 8th Layer, before the opponent could even react, he knocked them off the ring with a single punch.

In the second match, facing a Disciple at the Peak of the Foundation Establishment 8th Layer, the opponent did manage to hold on for two moves, but that was all.

The third round was a bye, and the fourth round was another Foundation Establishment 8th Layer...

Passing all the way through without breaking a sweat, Baili Yunche cut into the top four of Ring Number 9.

"Could this person be Baili Yunche, who beat Zhu Biao to death with a single punch?"

Disciples under the stage whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity and shock.

"I didn't expect him to actually have some tricks up his sleeve, rushing straight into the top four!"

"Indeed," the person next to him chimed in, "It's just a bit regrettable. Having offended Senior Brother Fei, many people want to cripple him so they can claim Senior Brother Fei's jiangchen pill."

"That's true. The strength of the Foundation Establishment 7th Layer is still too low. Everyone else in the top four is at the Peak of the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer; I'm afraid he won't go far."

"Not necessarily. Look at those matches of his just now; which one wasn't an easy victory? I always feel this person is unfathomable."

"Tch, it's just good luck; the ones he met were all weaklings. When he encounters a real expert, his true colors will be revealed."

The discussions rose and fell, with some being optimistic and others pessimistic, but Baili Yunche turned a deaf ear to it.

He stood in a corner of the ring, closing his eyes to rest, as if the surrounding commotion had nothing to do with him.

Strength would prove everything.

Soon, an executive Disciple walked up to Ring Number 9, holding a list in his hand, and announced in a loud voice:

"The top four duel of Ring Number 9 now begins. Match One — — Baili Yunche versus Qin Shou. Match Two — — Wu Fan versus Jin Peng."

"Will the two Disciples for the first match please take the stage!"

As soon as those words fell, the crowd beneath the stage instantly boiled over.

"It's over, it's over! Baili Yunche is matched against Qin Shou! Qin Shou is at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer, ranked twenty-eighth on the Inner Sect Roll!"

"Previously, Baili Yunche had good luck, encountering only Foundation Establishment 8th Layer opponents or getting a bye. Now that he has encountered a truly tough nut to crack, he's probably going to suffer!"

"Qin Shou's Ice Fiend Palm is said to have Cultivated to Major Achievement, and the cold air is piercing. Many Disciples haven't even lasted a single move in his hands, Baili Yunche is in for a miserable time now!"

"What a pity, what a pity. I thought this dark horse could go a bit further."

Amidst the discussions, a tall and thin brocade-clothed man strode onto the ring.

It was precisely Qin Shou.

He stepped onto the ring, his gaze falling on Baili Yunche, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold sneer.

"Baili Yunche, I advise you to admit defeat."

Qin Shou stood with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, speaking in a condescending tone.

"Having offended Senior Brother Fei, you will find it difficult to move an inch in the Inner Sect. As long as I cripple you, I can get Senior Brother Fei's jiangchen pill. If you know what's good for you, admit defeat yourself and suffer less physical pain."

He paused, a ruthless look flashing in his eyes: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Baili Yunche looked at him and said quite mockingly: "Is it not good to be a human? Why must you go be Fei Yangyang's dog?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

"But that's right — — Qin Shou, a beast, was originally just a stray dog biting people everywhere. Being a dog is your true nature."

"You — — !"

Qin Shou's face instantly flushed red, and blue veins bulged on his forehead.

Although he truly was Fei Yangyang's bootlicker, being exposed like this publicly and cursed as a beast, how could he tolerate it?

"You're courting death!"

Qin Shou roared angrily, killing intent surging in his eyes: "I'm going to cripple you!"

Before his voice faded, he suddenly raised both hands with his fingers spread, a dim blue cold light rising in his palms.

The cold light grew increasingly intense, the surrounding temperature plummeted abruptly, and the air on the ring seemed as if it were about to freeze.

"Ice Fiend Palm!"

Qin Shou thrust out both palms simultaneously, and two dim blue palm prints flew out from his palms, carrying a bone-chilling coldness straight toward the center of Baili Yunche's brows.

Where the palm prints passed, the moisture in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals, flickering with a cold light under the sunlight.

The intensity of the cold was such that even the spectators at the edge of the ring couldn't help shivering.

"Such strong cold Qi!"

"Qin Shou's Ice Fiend Palm truly lives up to its reputation! With this palm strike, Baili Yunche is probably going to be frozen into an ice sculpture!"

"What a pity, this dark horse ends here."

Exclamations rang out from beneath the stage.

However — —

Baili Yunche stood in place, unmoving.

He looked at the two ice-blue palm prints getting closer and closer, the corners of his mouth slightly rising to reveal a dismissive smile.

"With just this bit of strength, you dare to come out and clamor?"

"And I don't know who gave you the courage. Could it be Liang Jingru?"

Before his voice finished, his figure moved.

Startled Swan Swimming Dragon Step!

A golden afterimage remained in place, and Baili Yunche's true body had already disappeared from Qin Shou's view.

That speed was fast to the extreme, so fast that Qin Shou's eyes simply couldn't keep up.

"What?!"

Qin Shou's pupils shrank abruptly, and his expression changed drastically.

His Ice Fiend Palm hit that afterimage, the dim blue cold light exploded, and the strike missed completely.

"Where is the person?"

Qin Shou frantically turned his head, searching everywhere for Baili Yunche's figure.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and a chill rose from his spine.

"Where are you looking?"

A cold voice came from behind.

Qin Shou turned around abruptly — —

A fist entwined with blue-white thunder light had already appeared before his eyes.

Myriad Phenomena Thunder Fist!

Baili Yunche clenched his right fist tightly, the thunder light on the surface of his fist jumping like a spirit snake, making crackling explosive sounds.

Punching out!

"Bang!"

The fist smashed solidly into Qin Shou's back, thunder light exploded, and electric arcs splattered everywhere!

"Ah... Ah!!"

Qin Shou let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, his entire body flying forward like a kite with a snapped string.

He slammed heavily onto the ring and slid for a distance before finally stopping.

"Puff, puff..."

Lying flat on the ground, a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, staining the ring beneath him red.

The clothes on his back were shattered, revealing a shocking bloody fist print, his flesh torn and bleeding profusely.

"You... how can you be so strong..."

Qin Shou struggled to get up, only to find that his body completely refused to obey.

At least three of his ribs were broken, his internal organs were churning, and the excruciating pain made him almost unable to breathe.

He raised his head to look at Baili Yunche, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

Baili Yunche slowly walked over, looking down at him condescendingly.

"I only used thirty percent of my strength."

He spoke indifferently, his voice terrifyingly calm, "If it were my full strength, you would already be a corpse right now."

Qin Shou's face turned instantly pale.

Thirty percent strength?

An Inner Sect Disciple at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer like him was beaten into this state by someone using only thirty percent strength?

This person... what kind of monster is he anyway?