One Punch Kills a Bone Refining Expert!

After handing over the silver.

Head Constable Yan cupped his fists and laughed heartily, saying:

"Congratulations, Brother Yang. Once you become a true disciple, don't forget about me!"

Luo Wen stared at his boss in surprise. Since when did this stern, iron-willed man have such a sycophantic side?

However, once he realized what was happening, his heart also gave a jolt, and the look he cast toward Yang Mang was filled with astonishment.

A true disciple?

If that was the case, everything made sense. A true disciple of the Dragon Roar Martial Hall was essentially guaranteed to be an Organ Refining martial artist in the city ten years down the line.

For three hundred years, there had never been an exception.

To be on good terms with a martial artist of such potential—Head Constable Yan certainly had foresight.

Furthermore, Yang Mang was so young... being valued so highly by the martial hall, he might even surpass the Organ Refining realm in the future!

"Brother Yang, what are you saying? If you ever have need of me in the future, just say the word!"

Yang Mang weighed the silver, feeling the heavy heft in his palm, and spoke with great satisfaction.

Lately, he had been riding high, feeling as though he were galloping on a horse in the spring breeze.

Having never enjoyed such a life of being the center of attention, he truly felt himself getting a bit carried away.

However, Yang Mang understood deeply that all of this was given to him by the Dragon Roar Martial Hall.

The status of a true disciple was indeed resounding throughout Dragon Spring City!

But beyond status, one ultimately had to rely on their own strength to speak!

He had also lived up to expectations, easily breaking through to the Bone Refining realm just two days ago, shocking everyone in the martial hall. Even the hall master, Long Wuhui, had praised him highly.

He was even preparing to take him on as a true disciple directly!

Thinking of those few registered disciples who had entered the martial hall in the same batch as him, he figured they had likely been left far behind in the dust long ago.

This feeling of being a cut above others...

It felt great.

Suddenly.

A commotion broke out inside the martial hall.

Just as a gray-robed disciple was passing by, Yang Mang asked:

"Junior brother, what is happening?"

"Senior Brother Yang! Boss Wu Tianlong issued a Life-Death Order to a registered disciple, and the other party actually accepted it! They say the fight is about to start; someone is going to die!"

The gray-robed disciple looked excited, clearly relishing the chaos.

Yang Mang was stunned.

He had read the martial hall's newcomer manual carefully.

Once a Life-Death Order is issued, as long as it is accepted, one of them must die!

Although he hadn't been in the hall for long, the name of Boss Wu Tianlong was like thunder in Yang Mang's ears.

That was a martial artist at the Bone Refining realm.

He was known as the number one person beneath the true disciples!

Yang Mang had only just stepped into the Bone Refining realm and knew for a fact he was no match for Wu Tianlong.

Among the registered disciples, who else would dare to accept Wu Tianlong's Life-Death Order?!

"Senior Brother Yang, the one who accepted the Life-Death Order seems to have competed against you before; you're from the same batch. What was his name... Li Qiming, the one who took first place in the last assessment..."

The gray-robed disciple said.

"Li Qiming?"

Yang Mang had an impression of this person, but it wasn't very deep.

"Is he crazy? A mere Blood Refining realm, daring to accept Wu Tianlong's Life-Death Order?! The other guy is a Bone Refining realm martial artist!"

"They say he couldn't stand Boss Wu Tianlong bullying people, so he stood up for them. As it turns out, this Li Qiming is a tough nut to crack; he accepted the Life-Death Order in just a few words!"

Yang Mang frowned.

Li Qiming was, after all, from the same batch as him... With his current status as a "provisional true disciple," he should be able to save this Li Qiming from Wu Tianlong's hands!

Hmm... after becoming a true disciple, he would need to gather some of his own forces in private. This Li Qiming, having stood out during the assessment, was an excellent candidate.

Perhaps he could become his right-hand man in the future.

"Let's go, take me to see!"

Yang Mang grabbed the gray-robed disciple's arm and immediately headed into the martial hall, fearing that if he were a moment too late, Li Qiming would be beaten to death!

The group of elite disciples in black robes behind them also understood the sequence of events, and they all excitedly followed along, each holding the mindset of watching a show.

"Boss, shall we go take a look too?"

Luo Wen found it somewhat interesting; a Blood Refining Realm daring to go head-to-head with a Bone Refining Realm?

This Li Qiming was quite the tough guy!

"Mm, let's watch."

Facing his subordinate, Yan Wu was concise and to the point.

On the Martial Arts Arena stage.

Two figures stood facing each other.

"Kid, if you kneel down and beg me now, I might consider sparing your life!"

Seeing more and more disciples gathering around, Wu Tianlong deliberately refrained from attacking, instead speaking in a slow, arrogant, and high-handed manner.

Today, he wanted to show this bunch of registered disciples who the real boss was!

Even if the other party truly knelt and begged for mercy, there would be no escaping death today!

"Can we begin?"

Li Qiming asked, his expression unreadable.

He couldn't be bothered with more nonsense.

He only wanted to punch the other man to death.

"Heh, in such a hurry to die? The moment you stepped onto the stage, the duel already began."

Wu Tianlong chuckled. Seeing the other party empty-handed, he kindly reminded him, "You're going to fight me like that?"

"You aren't worthy."

"Hm? Not worthy of what?"

Wu Tianlong was in the middle of frowning.

BOOM!

Li Qiming exerted force through his feet and gave a light stomp, and the entire stage seemed to tremble!

Wu Tianlong's scalp went numb, and his heart was filled with terror!

Is this the strength of a Blood Refining martial artist?

Before he could think further, Li Qiming's figure arrived in an instant like a ghost.

Before the terrifying fist even landed, the fearsome gale from the punch made Wu Tianlong's soul flee in panic!

At the same time, a whisper reached his ears.

"You aren't worthy of me drawing my blade."

BOOM!

This punch slammed heavily into Wu Tianlong's head.

His entire head exploded instantly!

It blossomed like a streak of blood-red fireworks!

Wu Tianlong, dead!

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The previously rowdy crowd.

Now all fell silent.

Looking at the figure in the ink-colored robe on the stage.

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

"One... one punch? A one-hit kill on a Bone Refining expert?"

"Hiss—is this the combat power of the Blood Refining Realm?!"

"Boss Wu Tianlong was a Bone Refining martial artist, and his mastery of the Shadowless Blade didn't even give him a chance to strike before Li Qiming!"

"To be able to kill a Bone Refining expert so easily... this Li Qiming's combat power is comparable to a true disciple."

Everyone realized that Li Qiming was the number one person beneath the true disciples!

Just then, everyone noticed that the ink-colored robe on Li Qiming was actually the robe of a chief elite disciple!

Li Qiming was the true, undisputed boss!

Yang Mang arrived at the Martial Arts Arena just in time to see Li Qiming kill his opponent with a single punch.

His entire body shuddered, and he couldn't help but freeze in place.

Staring blankly at the figure in the black robe on the stage, his heart was shaken to its core.

Only now did he realize how laughable his earlier thought of taking the other party as his underling had been.

Li Qiming's punch had thoroughly shattered the pride he held as a self-satisfied prodigy.

If he slacked off even a little, he would be crushed by others!

On the path of martial arts, strength is the only foundation...

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"This Li Qiming, we must find an opportunity to befriend him. If we cannot befriend him, we must absolutely not offend him!"

Chief Constable Yan widened his eyes and cautioned the constable beside him, who possessed considerable martial talent.

However, the usually talkative genius constable was as silent as a mute at this moment.

Yan Wu turned his head to look, only to see Luo Wen's face full of shock, followed by a sense of crushing defeat.

"I didn't believe the rumors before, but seeing it today... this Dragon Roar Martial Hall truly hides dragons and crouching tigers, producing genius after genius."

Luo Wen muttered with a look of defeat.

Blood Refining fighting Bone Refining, a one-punch kill, ignoring the opponent's Gang Qi... this completely exceeded Luo Wen's understanding!

How did this Li Qiming manage to do it?

The corners of Yan Wu's mouth curled up; only a more terrifying genius could truly strike down the arrogance in a genius's heart.

Having witnessed Li Qiming's talent, Luo Wen would surely settle down and practice diligently.

This was a good thing, after all.