Xiao Ning's Defeat!

In the clan square, quite a few disciples had gathered around, each wearing an expression of eager anticipation.

"Xiao Ning is about to break through to Dou Zhe, isn't he? Xiao Yun is only at Two-Stage Dou Qi. Isn't he asking to be beaten up?"

"Xiao Yun must have been pushed too far. Otherwise, why would he accept this kind of challenge?"

"I'm afraid Xiao Ning is going to beat him badly in a moment."

All sorts of chatter immediately rose from the crowd. Most of them broke out in cold sweat for him, seemingly convinced that he was no match for Xiao Ning.

No matter what, Xiao Yan's strength was considered quite impressive among the younger generation of the Xiao Clan. It was completely incomparable to his mere Two-Stage Dou Qi.

Xiao Ning, standing in the square, had clearly heard those discussions as well, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

As he looked at Xiao Yun across from him, he felt utterly delighted. In a moment, he would teach this trash a proper lesson in front of everyone and let him know just how formidable he was.

"Xiao Yun, don't say I'm bullying you."

"I'll give you three moves first, so you don't accuse me of picking on someone weaker after you lose."

"Come on. You attack first. I'll give you three moves."

Upon hearing that, Xiao Yun could not help but laugh. Three free moves?

At that moment, he had only one thought: Was this guy sick in the head?

Still, since the other party had said so, he naturally would not stand on ceremony.

"Then I won't hold back."

After saying that, Xiao Yun flashed forward and raised his hand, slapping him across the face.

Before many of the Xiao Clan disciples present could even see clearly, a sharp smack rang out. The next instant, countless eyes widened in shock as Xiao Ning was sent flying.

With a bang, he crashed onto the ground and rolled several times before finally coming to a stop.

The entire square fell silent in an instant. Everyone was dumbfounded.

The Xiao Clan disciples watching nearby stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed, thinking they had seen wrong.

Xiao Yun had sent Xiao Ning flying with a single slap?

Xiao Ning was someone on the verge of breaking through to Dou Zhe, yet he had been slapped away by a Two-Stage Dou Qi trash?

The clan disciples were so shocked mainly because Xiao Ning was about to break through to Dou Zhe, yet he had actually been sent flying by a Two-Stage Dou Qi trash?

What was going on?

Xiao Ning lay on the ground in a wretched state, his head buzzing. It took him quite some time to recover before he climbed to his feet with a savage expression.

His left cheek was swollen like a pig's, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was in a state of utter disbelief.

"You... how could you..."

Xiao Ning's voice trembled with agitation as he stared at him in disbelief. He had actually lost to this trash? How was that possible?!

He had felt the power behind that slap perfectly clearly. That was absolutely not strength someone at Two-Stage Dou Qi could possess. The force of that slap had nearly reached the level of a Dou Zhe.

But Xiao Yun was clearly only at Two-Stage Dou Qi. How could he possibly be so strong?

"You promised me three moves. There are still two left." Seeing him in such a sorry state, Xiao Yun walked over and spoke unhurriedly. Today, he was determined to give him a ruthless beating.

"Come on. I'm waiting."

Xiao Ning's expression turned extremely ugly. As he gritted his teeth and glared at the other party, the shock and humiliation in his heart nearly made him lose control.

Being slapped flying in front of so many people was the greatest humiliation imaginable.

But if he admitted defeat now, how could he ever hold his head up in the Xiao Clan again?

Left with no choice, he could only nod stiffly. "That... that was a sneak attack. I fell for it because I wasn't careful."

"This time, I'm ready. Come again!"

Xiao Yun did not waste words after hearing that. He simply raised his hand and delivered another slap.

As the sound faded, everyone stared in shock as Xiao Ning was sent flying once again. This time, he could not get back up at all.

The Xiao Clan disciples present fell completely silent, hardly daring to breathe.

One slap could have been a coincidence, but two slaps could not possibly be a coincidence, could they?

What surprised many of the clan disciples was when Xiao Yun had become so strong.

Before long, Xiao Ning spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to his feet. He had completely lost control by now.

The force of that second slap had been far greater than the first, and he felt as though his face was about to swell beyond recognition.

"Just what is your strength?"

"Why does the power you showed just now feel like it's at least above Dou Zhe..."

Xiao Yun looked at Xiao Ning's grotesquely swollen face but did not answer his question.

"You said you'd give me three moves. You've taken two already, and there's still one left."

"Don't tell me you're going back on your word?"

"You promised three moves. You aren't going to go back on it in front of all these people, are you?"

Xiao Ning's expression became incomparably ugly. He glanced at the clan disciples watching all around him, every one of them witnessing the spectacle he had made of himself.

If he backed out now, he, Xiao Ning, would never be able to show his face in the Xiao Clan again.

But if he continued and took the third blow head-on...

Xiao Ning gritted his teeth. In the end, he could only force himself to say, "Who... who says I'm going back on my word?!"

"Three moves means three moves. Come on!"

Seeing him continue to put on a brave front, Xiao Yun felt utterly satisfied. This guy really would rather suffer than lose face.

Since he insisted on taking the third hit, Xiao Yun naturally would not be polite.

Xiao Yun moved, appearing before Xiao Ning in an instant, then raised his leg and kicked.

This kick was far more vicious than the previous two slaps, landing squarely on Xiao Ning's chest.

After a bang, Xiao Ning flew backward and slammed into the wall behind him.

Not long afterward, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Xiao Ning felt an intense pain erupt in his chest before he passed out completely, losing all consciousness.

After he fell to the ground, he went limp and stopped moving entirely.

The entire square was deathly silent.

The Xiao Clan disciples stared blankly at the scene, their mouths hanging open.

Three moves.

Xiao Ning had just said he would give Xiao Yun three moves, yet after those three moves, he had been beaten into this state.

If word of this got out, the entire Xiao Clan would probably erupt.

Xiao Yun merely glanced at the unconscious Xiao Ning with a calm expression. He clapped his hands and walked straight out of the square.

As he passed the watching disciples, everyone automatically made way for him. The looks in their eyes had completely changed.

Xiao Yun had once been nothing more than a Two-Stage Dou Qi trash in their eyes, but after what happened today, who would still dare regard him as trash?

Xiao Yun, however, paid no attention to those stares. After that battle, Xiao Ning would need to stay in bed for at least ten days to half a month. He could finally have some peace and quiet for a while.

At the same time, though, he knew that beating Xiao Ning was equivalent to slapping the First Elder in the face. The people from the First Elder's branch certainly would not let this go.

But so what?

With his current strength, he had no need to fear the First Elder at all. If things truly escalated, it was still uncertain who would suffer in the end.