Shameless

After bringing the Bedrock Mountain-Forming Art's second level to perfection, Zhang Yu displayed his cultivation as early Force Transformation.

He stood on the arena at that moment, listening to the surrounding disciples' discussions, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Bang!

A tall figure leaped onto the arena, deliberately making an enormous sound as he landed.

Zhang Yu looked up. The other man was covered in bulging muscles and stood nearly two meters tall.

Ma Xuan was also sizing Zhang Yu up, a trace of contempt on his face. "You're one of those commoner brats the academy recruited?"

"You really don't know your place. Do you think entering Hidden Spirit Academy means you can stand on equal footing with people like us?"

"Today, I'll make you see reality clearly—the gap between commoners like you and disciples of martial families."

Ma Xuan rattled on and on. Zhang Yu wore a baffled expression, dug at his ear with the little finger of his left hand, and said, "Hey, big idiot, are you done talking? If you are, come over and die."

"What did you say? You lowborn bastard! The academy never should have admitted trash like you. You're polluting the academy's environment!" Ma Xuan flew into a rage and struck at Zhang Yu with a full-force Heavy Astral Palm.

"Lowborn your mother!" Zhang Yu became angry as well.

He had originally intended to use just one Mountain-Crushing strike to knock the other man down, but now he changed his mind. His foot stamped the arena, and with a boom, the platform trembled.

The next second, Zhang Yu charged toward Ma Xuan while unleashing the Stone-Shattering Fist's killing move, Great Avalanche.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided.

A cruel expression appeared on Ma Xuan's face. "You dared to trade palms with me? Lowborn bastard, I'll break your bones."

The Heavy Astral Palm was powerful and heavy, renowned across the Western Wilderness for its strength.

Trading palms with him was simply courting death with one's eyes open. Yet after fist and palm collided, Ma Xuan's eyes instantly bulged. He discovered that his palm force could not penetrate at all, as though it had struck an iron plate. The instant their forces touched, his strength was scattered.

This...

Impossible!

Unfortunately, he had no time to think. Once his force was shattered by that punch, the shattering force of Zhang Yu's Great Avalanche surged into his arm.

Crack, crack...

The bones in his right arm shattered inch by inch.

Aah...

No!

With a single punch, Ma Xuan's entire right arm was ruined.

Looking at Ma Xuan's twisted face, black light suddenly flashed around Zhang Yu's foot, carrying a trace of Shattering Intent. Whoosh... bang! His foot then slammed into the other man's mouth.

Crack!

His jaw shattered, and every tooth broke.

Thud!

Ma Xuan's body flew off the arena. After hitting the ground, his mouth was full of blood, and he had already lost consciousness.

"Lowborn? Since your mouth stinks so badly, you won't need to talk anymore." Zhang Yu muttered.

That kick had contained a trace of shattering force. While crushing Ma Xuan's jaw and teeth, it had also mangled his tongue.

He had never been the type to repay grievance with virtue. Otherwise, he would not have slaughtered the Wild Wolf Gang from top to bottom back then, not even sparing the children.

Because his slaughter had been too heavy, the system had switched him over to the Disciple-Accepting System.

Did he regret it?

Zhang Yu did not regret it in his heart. If he could do it again, he would still kill them.

When others wanted to wipe out your entire family and crush them underfoot like stinkbugs, were you supposed to show foolish mercy? Why should you?

Zhang Yu glanced at Ma Xuan, who lay unconscious on the ground with blood filling his mouth, then walked off the arena expressionlessly.

The watching disciples had been talking about how formidable Ma Xuan was. Before their words had even faded, Ma Xuan had flown off the arena and fallen unconscious.

A brief silence instantly descended beside Arena Three, drawing even the disciples beside Arenas One and Two to look over. "What happened?"

Hiss...

About two seconds later, the disciples finally sucked in cold breaths.

"Am I seeing things? Senior Brother Ma was actually one-shot?"

"An early Force Transformation cultivator one-shotting someone at the peak of Force Transformation? That isn't normal. I must be seeing things."

"Just where did this commoner brat come from? Could he have been born with divine strength?"

Everyone discussed it heatedly, their faces full of disbelief.

On the high viewing platform, the elders were also talking among themselves.

"That black flash around the boy's foot just now looked like the embryonic form of Martial Dao True Intent," one elder said in surprise.

"I felt it too. It carried a tearing sensation."

"The disciple Elder Shi accepted is no simple matter." The elders turned to look at Shi Cangyue.

Ten days earlier, the head of the Ye Family from the imperial capital had personally come to Hidden Spirit Academy to investigate the death of his son, Ye Ditian.

Shi Cangyue had stepped forward and severely wounded him with a single palm strike, then declared, "If even one hair on my disciple Zhang Yu's head is harmed, I will personally go to the imperial capital and uproot the Ye Family completely."

The Ye Family had come swaggering in and returned with their feathers scattered.

As Shi Cangyue sat in his chair drinking tea and listening to the elders' discussion, a faint smile rested on his lips. He said nothing, but it was clear that he was very satisfied with Zhang Yu's performance.

Shi Cangyue himself had been a peerless genius in his youth. He had always believed that for a genius not to show himself was like walking at night in brocade robes.

Jiang Canglan, the chief disciple of Heavy Astral Institute, looked solemnly at Zhang Yu. He knew Ma Xuan's strength very well. He could not defeat Ma Xuan within thirty moves, yet Zhang Yu had just one-shot him with a single move.

What realm is he really in? The True Qi Realm? Impossible. Could he be at the Force Transformation Ultimate State? Jiang Canglan secretly pondered.

Gu Zhibei of Sword-Grasping Institute and Pei Wang of Cloud Return Institute were also watching Zhang Yu. Their estimation of him instantly rose to the highest level.

Chen You of Bedrock Institute had a pale face. His lips trembled as he muttered, "Th-this is impossible. How could he possibly one-shot Ma Xuan with one punch?"

During the last Azure Eagle Tournament, he had fought Ma Xuan. Only after a hundred moves had he defeated him, and he himself had suffered considerable injuries.

"What kind of talent does this lowborn bastard have? Why is he so powerful?"

The next second, he remembered how, before the competition, he had paid an enormous price to find an elder from the Chen Family at Hidden Spirit Academy and secretly tamper with Zhang Yu's number plate. He had originally planned to stomp Zhang Yu beneath his feet on the arena before everyone.

Now...

He would face Zhang Yu in the second round.

This...

Chen You completely lost his confidence.

One punch—just one punch—and the bones in Ma Xuan's right arm had broken inch by inch. Chen You knew that he himself could not take Zhang Yu's punch either.

"What should I do?" Chen You was now like an ant on a hot pan.

He hated Zhang Yu, but he was not stupid.

After thinking for a moment, Chen You hurried away to find the Chen Family elder at Spirit Hidden Institute and cancel the number plate arrangement. He did not want to encounter Zhang Yu on the arena.

But when he secretly found that elder, the man's face was cold. "As a disciple of the Chen Family, you may die, but you must not fear. You were the one who came begging me to do this. It cannot be changed."

"Third Uncle." Chen You's face was full of pleading.

Unfortunately, the other man ignored him and turned away.

Chen You returned dejectedly.

"Senior Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

He chatted briefly with a few disciples he knew, then looked toward Zhang Yu by the arena.

At that moment, Zhang Yu was enjoying Li Feifei's attentive care.

Li Feifei took out a jade bottle containing medicinal liquid brewed from herbs to restore stamina. A great deal of honey had been added, making it sweet to drink.

"Senior Brother, have some water."

"Senior Brother, eat some grapes. Open your mouth—I'll peel them for you." Li Feifei cared for him in every possible way. "Senior Brother, are you tired? Let me massage you."

Su Wan could not get a word in at all. She kept rolling her eyes at Li Feifei and silently cursed, Shameless!