70: Chapter 70 Beating Fei Yangyang

The three "trash" echoes were louder than the last, landing like three heavy slaps fiercely across Fei Yangyang's face.

"Ah!!"

Fei Yangyang completely went mad, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and his facial features twisted like a vicious ghost.

With a swipe of his right hand across his waist, that golden-red long saber clanged out of its sheath, exuding a dense metal-and-fire elemental aura.

"I am going to kill you!"

Fei Yangyang let out a furious roar, his footwork shifting instantly, and his figure transformed into a fire-red afterimage.

Fire Snake Step!

His footwork was bizarre and unpredictable, slithering across the ground like a fire snake with astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had already flashed before Baili Yunche, holding the gengjin saber high as the flames on the blade suddenly surged.

"Overlord Saber Slash!"

A single slash came down!

The violent Saber Qi gushed out from the gengjin saber, transforming into a crimson streak that brought a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering might as it chopped straight down at Baili Yunche's head.

Wherever the Saber Qi passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing whistle.

The ground on the arena was compressed by the Saber Qi, leaving a shallow mark.

This strike was heavy in momentum and as fast as lightning!

Beneath the stage, quite a few Disciples exclaimed in surprise.

"Such strong Saber Qi! Fei Yangyang's Overlord Saber Slash truly lives up to its reputation!"

"With this strike down, Baili Yunche is probably going to be split in half!"

However—

Baili Yunche stood in place, motionless.

He looked at the drawing-near crimson Saber Qi, his expression calm as water.

At the very moment the Saber Qi was about to strike him,

instead of dodging, he met it head-on!

Startled Swan Swimming Dragon Step!

A golden afterimage remained in place, and Baili Yunche's true body had already appeared at Fei Yangyang's side.

That speed reached the absolute extreme, so fast that Fei Yangyang's eyes simply could not keep up.

"What?!"

Fei Yangyang's pupils shrank abruptly as his slash hit nothingness, the Saber Qi hacking into that afterimage and splitting it in two.

But an afterimage was ultimately an afterimage.

"Where are you looking?"

Baili Yunche's voice came from his side, as cold as frost.

Fei Yangyang abruptly turned his head, only to see a fist entwined with blue-white lightning already appearing before his eyes.

Myriad Phenomena Thunder Fist!

Baili Yunche's right fist clenched tightly, the lightning on the fist surface jumping like a spirit snake, emitting a crackling explosion.

With this punch, he did not hold back.

A punch blasted out!

"Bang!"

The fist smashed solidly into Fei Yangyang's chest, the lightning burst open, and electric arcs splattered everywhere!

"Pfft..."

Fei Yangyang spat a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire body flying backward with his feet leaving the ground as if hit by an ancient Vicious Beast.

He traced a parabola in the air, crashing heavily onto the stage several zhang away, rolling a few more circles before finally stopping.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He lay flat on the ground, coughing violently, blood continually overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

The clothing on his chest shattered, revealing a shocking fist print with torn skin and dripping blood.

Beneath the stage, there was absolute silence.

Everyone widened their eyes and opened their mouths, looking at this scene in disbelief.

One punch!

Yet another punch!

Fei Yangyang of the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer Peak, the Fei Yangyang who cultivated Overlord Saber Slash and Fire Snake Step, was sent flying by a single punch from Baili Yunche?

A moment later—

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!!"

A wave of gasps for cold air rose one after another.

"No way? Fei Yangyang isn't even a match for a single clash against Baili Yunche?"

"One punch! Another punch! Just what kind of monster is this Baili Yunche?"

"A Foundation Establishment 7th Layer fighting a Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer Peak, and sending them flying with one punch? This is completely unscientific!"

"Too strong! This is simply a suppression!"

The discussions were like an exploded pot, and the entire plaza instantly boiled over.

Those who had favored Fei Yangyang before were now dumbfounded one by one, unable to speak.

Those who had previously bad-mouthed Baili Yunche now felt their faces burning hot, as if someone had slapped them.

At the edge of the stage, Xie Guangkun crossed his arms, looking solemnly at Baili Yunche on the stage.

He originally thought this Foundation Establishment 7th Layer kid only had good luck to enter the top ten.

But now it seemed that Baili Yunche gave him a feeling of unfathomability.

Ye Hongyu stood on the other side, a suit of white clothes like snow, her countenance cold and detached.

Her gaze fell upon Baili Yunche, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Having cultivated for twenty years, she had never seen such a bizarre opponent—Foundation Establishment 7th Layer, yet possessing the strength to crush the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer Peak.

Zhou Dafu also muttered in a muffled voice: "This kid is somewhat interesting."

The other top ten Disciples also looked at Baili Yunche with solemn expressions, their eyes filled with dread.

This youth who walked out of the Miscellaneous Chores Peak was too strong.

On the stage.

Fei Yangyang struggled to climb up, his legs trembling, blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and deep humiliation.

"Impossible... impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse: "How could I possibly lose to trash like you? This is impossible!"

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes full of madness.

"I am going to kill you!!"

Fei Yangyang completely fell into madness.

Disregarding his injuries, he raised the gengjin saber once more and rushed toward Baili Yunche.

His footwork was already chaotic, his saber technique had lost its routine, and he was attacking entirely on instinct.

Baili Yunche looked at his crazy appearance, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.

Cripple him just like this?

That would let him off too easily.

The corners of Baili Yunche's mouth curled into a cold sneer.

Fei Yangyang rushed to close range, the gengjin saber sweeping horizontally—Baili Yunche shifted his figure to the side, easily dodging it.

Then, he extended his right hand and slapped Fei Yangyang across the face.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of the slap resounded throughout the entire venue.

Fei Yangyang was struck into a stagger, a bright red palm print left on his face.

He froze for a split second, then lunged forward even more frantically.

"I am going to kill you!"

Baili Yunche backhanded with another slap.

"Slap!"

"What? Not convinced?"

Baili Yunche looked at him coldly: "Then I will beat you until you are convinced."

"Slap!"

"This slap is beaten for Senior Sister Su. Is she someone you can covet as well?"

"Slap!"

"This slap is beaten for myself. When you sent Zhu Yue to kill me, did you ever think about today?"

"Slap!"

"This slap is beaten for those Utility Disciples you bullied."

"Slap!"

"This slap has no reason; I just find you displeasing to the eye."

A dozen or so slaps in a row, each sound louder than the last.

Fei Yangyang's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his mouth corners splitting, fresh blood flowing directly, and a few teeth were knocked out.

His eyes were swollen into a slit, his entire face swollen like a pig's head, completely losing its original appearance.

Looking at his miserable state, Baili Yunche felt not the slightest bit of pleasure in his heart.

He recalled the silhouette of Su Bingqing leaving, recalled the feeling of his own powerlessness, and recalled the disdainful gaze of that Purple-robed Woman.

A wave of fury surged from the bottom of his heart.

All of his Qi was vented onto Fei Yangyang.

"Slap!"

Another slap.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Another dozen or so slaps in a row.

Fei Yangyang could no longer stand steadily, his body swaying like a puppet drained of strength.

His consciousness was beginning to blur, muttering something incoherently in his mouth, but it could no longer be heard clearly.

Beneath the stage, all the Disciples were dumbstruck.

They had seen ruthless people, but never anyone this ruthless.

Right in front of thousands of people in the audience, slapping a person into a pig's head—this was even more agonizing than killing him.