Arrogant Liu Chu, I'll Defeat You in One Move!

Luo Qingyue raised her hand and launched a fierce attack, unleashing the Dragon-Tiger Combat Technique. Her muscles and bones hummed in unison, and her fist shattered the air, carrying a heavy force as it smashed toward the short-haired youth.

Yet, the short-haired youth stood his ground with a calm expression, pressing a single hand into the void to precisely intercept and suppress Luo Qingyue's fist.

With a slight twist of his wrist, a burst of subtle force erupted, instantly neutralizing Luo Qingyue's momentum.

So strong! To be able to neutralize my power so easily...

Luo Qingyue's heart sank as she sensed her opponent's formidable strength. She instantly transformed her fist into a claw, the tips of her fingers shimmering with energy as she swiped toward the short-haired youth's face.

The short-haired youth seemed to have anticipated her attack long ago; he shifted his feet slightly, letting the wind from her sharp claws graze past his cheek.

He pointed a finger out, a cold glint appearing at his fingertip, fast as a falling star, striking directly toward the center of Luo Qingyue's brow.

Luo Qingyue's claw missed, and seeing the incoming finger strike, she immediately pulled back to retreat.

Seeing this, the short-haired youth turned his finger into a fist, stomped his foot, closed the distance, and threw a fierce punch.

"Well fought!"

Luo Qingyue no longer retreated, instead channeling her strength into her own fist to meet him head-on.

BOOM!

The two fists collided with a dull thud. Luo Qingyue retreated several steps, clearly falling into a disadvantage.

"I cannot lose!"

Luo Qingyue's heart grew heavy. She gritted her teeth and charged at the short-haired youth once more. She gathered all her strength into her arms, alternating between fists and claws; her strikes were like a torrential rain, her claw-light sharp, determined to defeat her opponent.

Yet, facing this violent onslaught, the short-haired youth remained composed and calm. Fighting with only one hand, he still appeared to have energy to spare.

This person must have cultivated a martial art to the Great Completion stage...

Liu Chu's eyes flickered as he gauged the short-haired youth's strength. Although both were in the Tendon Refining Realm, the fact that the opponent had mastered a martial art to the Great Completion stage meant his strength could not be underestimated.

Luo Qingyue's fierce offensive was being dismantled by his single hand; in terms of martial arts, she was clearly a cut below.

Furthermore, Luo Qingyue's combat awareness was obviously lacking—a fact Liu Chu had realized long ago. Her ability to adapt on the fly was poor, falling short of the short-haired youth before them.

After the two exchanged over a dozen moves, Luo Qingyue was gradually suppressed. Even after exhausting all her efforts, she found it difficult to turn the tide.

The short-haired youth, meanwhile, did not even flush or quicken his breath. His posture remained steady, his expression relaxed, and his single-handed strikes were sharp and exquisite, showing an extremely high capacity for tactical adaptation.

By the time they reached twenty or thirty moves, Luo Qingyue was already struggling to defend herself. Her face was flushed, and it was clear that the blood and qi within her were in turmoil as she gritted her teeth to hold on.

At one moment, the short-haired youth suddenly pointed a finger, striking Luo Qingyue on the shoulder with a burst of fierce energy.

Luo Qingyue stumbled back repeatedly, her arm momentarily losing all strength.

"Oh no..."

Luo Qingyue realized the danger and hurriedly dodged, but the short-haired youth threw a punch with the force of thunder, whistling through the air as it reached her face.

In her haste, Luo Qingyue could only raise her arm to block. She was struck on the arm by the punch, feeling a massive force impact her, and her body could not help but fly backward.

"Defeated!"

Luo Qingyue steadied herself in the air, but upon landing, she staggered back several steps. Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her face turned pale, and her eyes dimmed.

"You are even weaker than I imagined!"

The short-haired youth stood with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant.

"Senior Sister Luo has lost. This person is also a Tendon Refining martial artist, and his strength is so great that he could defeat Senior Sister Luo with one hand!"

The disciples of the martial arts hall sighed. They hadn't held much hope for Luo Qingyue, as she had previously lost to a Skin Refining martial artist and was known for not being adept at the way of combat.

But as it stood, Senior Brother Lin Bei was severely injured and unconscious, and Luo Qingyue was the only Tendon Refining martial artist left in the hall.

Facing a provocation, it was only natural for her to step up!

It was a pity that she ultimately failed to win the challenge.

Seeing the disappointed gazes of the crowd, Luo Qingyue pursed her lips, clenched her fists, and could only retreat to the side in silence.

"How is it? My disciple's strength is not bad, is it? Does he have the qualifications to inherit your sect's legacy?"

Seeing his disciple win, the middle-aged scholar couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, smiling indifferently: "If you hand over the cultivation technique to your junior brother, perhaps you might see a chance for your sect to reappear in the world through him."

Yang Wenhuai's face turned ashen, and he remained silent.

"Hmph, if Senior Brother Lin Bei hadn't been poisoned and severely injured, he would definitely have been able to defeat him!"

Seeing their master's ugly expression, someone immediately spoke up indignantly.

"That's right! When it comes down to it, they were just afraid they couldn't beat Senior Brother Lin Bei, so they resorted to such underhanded tactics. They are nothing but bullies who pick on the weak!"

"Exactly! If Senior Brother Lin Bei were here, it wouldn't be his turn to act so arrogant!"

The other disciples chimed in one after another.

"Heh!"

The short-haired youth glanced at them with disdain, his expression haughty as he sneered: "A bunch of rabble! Even if your Senior Brother Lin Bei hadn't been injured, he would never be my match!"

These words immediately caused the crowd to bristle. Someone pointed at him and shouted angrily: "Senior Brother Lin Bei is currently severely injured and unconscious, so naturally you can say whatever you want!"

"Trash is just trash; I don't care to explain myself to trash!"

The short-haired youth spoke coldly, casting a look of contempt at the group of martial arts hall disciples before him, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of arrogance.

"Arrogant fool, let me show you what I'm made of!"

The short-haired youth's arrogant tone immediately incited the fury of the disciples. One of them leaped forward, unleashing the Dragon-Tiger Combat Technique and charging toward the youth without another word.

He attacked in a rage, his moves as fierce as a surging tide, his fists and claws whistling through the air as he gave his all, determined to take down the arrogant fellow before him.

The short-haired youth, however, wore a look of disdain, still fighting with only one hand and appearing completely at ease.

The two exchanged several blows in an instant before one figure flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

It was none other than the martial arts hall disciple!

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

"Junior Brother Zhou!"

The crowd immediately rushed forward to help him up.

"Trash is just trash. Even with one hand tied behind my back, you couldn't last more than a few moves!"

The short-haired youth looked down at the fallen figure with a haughty expression.

"You!"

"Damn it!"

The crowd glared at him in anger, and several people immediately prepared to step forward and challenge him.

"Trash? In my eyes, you are the real piece of trash here!"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

"Hmm?"

The short-haired youth frowned and looked over, seeing a figure in black slowly stepping out from the crowd.

"Junior Brother Liu Chu?!"

The disciples of the martial arts hall looked toward the figure, their faces filled with surprise. Junior Brother Liu Chu had not been to the hall for some time, so much so that no one had even noticed his presence.

"Junior Brother Liu Chu is quite strong and skilled in combat techniques. I wonder if he can defeat this arrogant guy!"

"There's likely little hope. As much as I want to see Junior Brother Liu Chu defeat him and humiliate him, his strength is too great. Even Senior Sister Luo, who is in the Tendon Refining Realm, was no match for him!"

"Junior Brother Liu Chu is good at combat, but he is only in the Skin Refining Realm after all. Defeating a Tendon Refining martial artist is extremely difficult!"

Although the crowd held out hope for Liu Chu, they still sighed inwardly.

In reality, from the moment Senior Sister Luo was defeated, they had already accepted the outcome of the martial arts hall's failure.

It was just that this person was so arrogant and overbearing that even knowing they were outmatched, they still attacked in anger to defend their dignity.

"Hmph, another piece of trash has arrived!"

Seeing Liu Chu step out, the short-haired youth remained indifferent, his face showing nothing but disdain.

Liu Chu, however, remained calm. He glanced at him and said in a level voice, "For trash like you, I can defeat you in a single move!"

Defeat you in one move!

Whoa!!

Liu Chu's words were shocking. Everyone looked at him in disbelief, filled with doubt and astonishment.

Arrogant!

Truly, incredibly arrogant!!

They had not expected that Liu Chu would be even more arrogant than the short-haired youth, daring to claim he could defeat his opponent in a single move!