Not Bad—I Used Thirty Percent of My Strength

"What? How could this be? Chu Wen was actually evenly matched with Xu Yunzhong?"

"My god, just how strong was Chu Wen? How could he tie with Xu Yunzhong?"

Some of Xu Yunzhong's most loyal supporters felt their hearts tremble and leap into their throats. Their breathing became constricted, as though they might stop breathing the next moment.

"Why is this happening? Can someone tell me why Chu Wen is so strong?"

"Wasn't he only third place in the Dragonspine Corridor? It hasn't even been three months, and he's already reached first-place standards?"

"Don't worry. Xu Yunzhong must only be probing him. Knocking his opponent down right away would damage his dignity as well. When experts like this fight, they'll surely leave each other some face."

"Only Chu Wen is such a blockhead, not knowing to leave Pan Angyi even a shred of dignity. How was that any different from slapping him in the face and making an enemy of him?"

"Xu Yunzhong is teaching him to leave a line when dealing with others."

Some self-assured senior students spoke at length. They did not believe Chu Wen could defeat Xu Yunzhong.

No matter how talented Jiangnan Martial University's geniuses were, they could only amount to so much. Xu Yunzhong could fight demon beasts above his rank.

So what if Chu Wen was an intermediate battle general? Xu Yunzhong could still win. When the time came, it would be truly humiliating for an intermediate battle general to lose to an advanced warrior.

Even taking a step back, if an advanced warrior lost like Pan Angyi, then so be it. His opponent was an intermediate battle general, after all; he could still be branded with the excuse of an unfair victory.

"Hmph, look at him. He's struggling this much even with intermediate battle general strength. Once Xu Yunzhong erupts, Chu Wen will probably lose."

Only a few teachers at the beginner battle king level had palms drenched in sweat. This was the first time they had been so excited watching students fight on an arena.

Chu Wen's strength had truly exceeded their imagination. His footwork and fist technique, combined with the Chaos Combat Method, made the path of his figure across the arena seem like an unfurled painting—a graceful drift as beautiful as a picture!

Xu Yunzhong, by contrast, appeared to be suppressing Chu Wen layer by layer, but in truth, this style of fighting could not last long before signs of decline emerged.

Xu Yunzhong realized this as well. The palm technique in his hands, together with his footwork, became increasingly conservative.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several more exchanges, the two of them shifted positions nearly a hundred times across the arena.

Sweat on the arena reflected halos beneath the lights. Yet when Xu Yunzhong raised his hand and drove down a palm, he saw that there was not a trace of fatigue on Chu Wen's face—not even a bead of sweat on his forehead!

His heart trembled. His palm technique slowed by half a beat, allowing Chu Wen to seize the opening and blast his right shoulder. He flew back three positions before finally steadying himself.

The audience below fell silent, unable to understand what had just happened.

"If you still don't make your move, I'm afraid you won't get another chance."

Chu Wen's voice echoed by Xu Yunzhong's ears. Xu Yunzhong felt something was terribly wrong. Relying on his combat instincts, he raised both hands over his head—and what crashed down upon him was a chopping strike!

Bang!

Flying wood splinters shot into the air alongside the shattered wooden stake. Xu Yunzhong's legs trembled, and he could no longer steady himself. He fell from the training stake, losing his offensive advantage.

He had become a living target on the arena.

Yet Chu Wen did not take advantage of him. He leaped down from the stake, followed with a stomping shockwave, and sent Xu Yunzhong rolling miserably aside once more.

Xu Yunzhong's decline was now fully apparent. His Galloping Breathing Method had begun to fall into disarray, and the blood qi within his body surged, making him unable to maintain the balance of his combat method.

"Your breathing method has only just begun. Once the breath supporting the combat method formed by pairing it with other martial skills is broken, it will backlash against your own body."

"You want to win too badly. But the more you're like this, the less you'll be able to win."

Chu Wen stood to one side and commented.

Xu Yunzhong forcibly activated his martial skill. A faint stream of fire ignited in his palm as he took a swift step and slashed toward Chu Wen's chest.

Chu Wen no longer relied on footwork to evade. Instead, he assumed the Chaos Fist Technique, using offense as defense.

Bang!

Xu Yunzhong's palm technique was like striking a cactus. He felt a stabbing pain in his palm, followed by a piercing agony through his entire arm, as though a chunk of flesh had been torn away.

He landed more than ten meters away, panting heavily, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"Tell me. How much of your strength did you use?"

Xu Yunzhong forced himself to remain standing on the arena, but everyone could see that he was already swaying on the verge of collapse.

Chu Wen merely stood there as though he had only just stepped onto the arena, with no visible sign of exhaustion.

"Not bad. I used thirty percent of my strength."

Hearing this, Xu Yunzhong gave a bitter laugh and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.

Chu Wen had been telling the truth. Xu Yunzhong had forced out strength equivalent to an advanced battle general, but that did not include the Chaos Combat Method.

If he had not learned the Chaos Combat Method before, Chu Wen could actually have barely won by relying on the Blood Demon State.

But after Chu Wen advanced to the battle general level, it was no longer possible for Xu Yunzhong to fight him.

Only Chu Wen knew that this battle had held no suspense whatsoever. He had fought for so long purely out of respect for his opponent's strength.

After all, Xu Yunzhong was the foremost face of Xinhang Martial University. If he too were knocked flat with a single punch, it would not sound very good once word got out.

"Ah?!"

"How could this be? Xu Yunzhong lost?"

The students of Xinhang Martial University wore all kinds of expressions. Some even had their convictions collapse and clutched their heads as they burst into tears on the spot.

Xu Yunzhong had been their last fig leaf! Yet he had still been defeated by Chu Wen.

There was not even a visible injury on Chu Wen's body. This was a complete crushing defeat!

"Chu Wen is fucking awesome!" Cheers erupted from the Jiangnan Martial Faction seats.

"Chu Wen! Brother Wen!" Excited roars rose one after another throughout the venue.

In contrast, the New Hang students were silent as cicadas in winter. For the first time, they felt an enormous gap.

This was clearly Xinhang Martial University's own arena, yet the Jiangnan Martial Faction had stolen all the limelight.

Four months ago, the Jiangnan Martial Faction had not even been able to hold their heads up at Xinhang Martial University.

Then Chu Wen appeared, and everything changed.

"Brother Wen is amazing!"

Liu Changshou leaped up excitedly from the Jiangnan Martial Faction seats.

If anyone had vented the most frustration through this arena match, it was naturally Liu Changshou.

Liu Changshou's reputation as a "New Hang traitor" had long been scoffed at by New Hang students.

Many people could not understand why this guy had joined the Jiangnan Society and mixed with people from the Jiangnan Martial Faction.

Only now did some of the sharper ones understand that Liu Changshou's eye for people was truly terrifying. He had latched onto such a powerful thigh so early!

Joining the Jiangnan Society now was probably already a little too late!

The points tournament came to an end, but a new email appeared in everyone's light-brain.

[This year's advancement tournament will not be held. Study exchange slots will be determined according to the rankings of the points tournament.]

Most of the contestants sat in the venue, completely bewildered.

"This seems different from previous years. What's going on?"

"Too many people withdrew from this preliminary tournament, so no advancement tournament will be arranged. Study exchange slots will be decided directly according to points ranking!"

"Why? I could still fight!"

A group of people stared at the message on their light-brains, their heads buzzing.

Quite a few deeply regretted giving up several matches just to preserve their strength for the advancement tournament.

"This is unfair! Why? If there's no advancement tournament, I would've fought like my life depended on it earlier!"

Many people began complaining.

Suddenly—

Two storms swept through the venue, and two extraordinary men appeared on the viewing platform.

"Hmph. As martial artists, you don't even have the resolve to go all out, yet you still want to obtain something?"

"The points tournament wasn't a competition?"

"Cowering in fear of getting hurt will never make you into anything great!"

The breathing of several contestants caught as they looked toward the two figures on the highest viewing platform.

"That is... President Yang Tianlong?"

"And... the genius War God Rox..."

"They were watching the matches just now?"