Draw the Sword
Chapter 142

Deer God Fist

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Wang Chong swept his broad sleeve and knocked the man straight off the stone platform. Making the experts of the three tribes kneel in public was humiliating, but it would inevitably stir them into shared hostility.

Rather pleased, he thought, Yang Flame Sword Qi truly holds endless subtleties, especially its unpredictable turns in midair, which make it even harder for an enemy to withstand. Had I not held back just now because I did not want to tear all pretense of civility apart, this man's kneecaps would have shattered completely, leaving him crippled.

Wang Chong had no idea that this display of turning Sword Qi had astounded everyone present.

Word that Wang Chong had entered the Grandmaster Realm had spread widely, but he was so young that few were willing to believe it. After all, anyone who entered the Innate Realm before thirty was universally acknowledged as a prodigy, and Qian Luoyi had taken first place on the Divine General Ranking by entering the Innate Realm before twenty-five. Yet freely turning formless Sword Qi was absolutely beyond an ordinary Innate Realm practitioner. Only a Grandmaster whose mind and consciousness had risen to a lofty realm and could extend beyond the physical body could control True Qi outside the body, making it shift without limit. Everyone now looked at Wang Chong differently, silently acknowledging him as a mighty figure in his own right.

The man was carried back to the Huhe Tribe. Someone examined his knees and found, to their surprise, that they were completely uninjured. He immediately told the Huhe Tribe's young prince, "This Prince of Yan has already reached the Grandmaster Realm, but he has probably only just entered it. His power has yet to become deep and wholly integrated, and his moves are flashy but hollow. He failed

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