On the arena stage.
Hearing the voices around him, Wei Bohu's expression changed slightly. He immediately lowered his arms and stopped using Flowing Fire Cannon Fist.
The Perfect Realm.
That was a new level.
Unless his Flowing Fire Cannon Fist advanced to the Minute Subtlety Realm, he couldn't even touch the hem of Ning Chuan's clothes!
"Why aren't you throwing any more cannon fists?"
With his hands behind his back, Ning Chuan regarded Wei Bohu mockingly as he spoke.
Killing a man like this with one slash would be letting him off too easily!
"It's just an E-grade movement technique at the Perfect Realm. Do you really think there's nothing I can do to you?"
Wei Bohu sneered.
As he spoke, he raised his fists, showing off the knuckle dusters he wore.
"With the power of these Force-pattern weapons, all I need to do is throw an ordinary punch and you won't be able to withstand it. You'll have to use Gale Step to dodge, but do you have the stamina to keep this up against me?"
Wei Bohu spoke smugly.
"Lasting fifteen minutes shouldn't be a problem." Ning Chuan glanced out of the corner of his eye at the large screen nearby and flashed a radiant grin. "I misspoke. Not fifteen minutes. I only need to last another thirteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds!"
"You..."
Wei Bohu faltered at those words.
He had forgotten about the time limit.
Wei Bohu's face instantly darkened. His original plan had been to cripple, or even kill, Ning Chuan during the fifteen-minute unrestricted fight.
"But I don't want to drag this out with you."
The smile faded from Ning Chuan's face, leaving it cold and indifferent. He brought his right hand out from behind his back and gripped Silver Blood's hilt.
Seeing this, Wei Bohu scoffed and jeered, "Are you saying you want to beat me?!
With your Flash Thunder Slash?
You'll make me laugh my teeth out!
My Flowing Fire Cannon Fist is only one realm below Minute Subtlety, but how many stages below me is your strength?
You're lucky enough to cling to life with Gale Step, and you still dare to talk big!"
"Are you finished?"
Ning Chuan said indifferently.
As his words fell.
He drew the Silver Blood Saber and immediately used Flash Thunder Slash.
Boom!
A thunderous crack erupted from the Silver Blood Saber!
Amid the deafening roar, a streak of light more than ten feet long slashed with astonishing speed toward Wei Bohu, whose expression changed drastically, like lightning striking from the sky.
"Why is his saber so fast?!"
The sharp saber light rushed toward him, making Wei Bohu's scalp tingle.
He had no time to dwell on his shock. Planting his foot hard against the ground, he dodged backward with all his might!
At the same time.
He had no time to raise his knuckle dusters to block the saber, so he could only desperately activate them, sending golden Force surging outward in the hope of stopping the incoming blade.
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
Ning Chuan's gaze was icy.
When he had just advanced to Awakening Stage Six, he had been able to shatter Zhao Weiping's Force with Flash Thunder Slash at the Perfect Realm.
All the more so now!
Rip!
The golden Force surging from the knuckle dusters was no match for the Silver Blood Saber's edge. It was swiftly sliced apart like cloth.
The saber's speed was affected, falling by twenty percent.
But it was still faster than Wei Bohu could retreat.
Pfft!
Silver light flashed, and with a muffled sound of steel entering flesh, blood sprayed out.
Wei Bohu was sent flying by the slash.
At the sight, the crowd instantly erupted.
This was different from watching a livestream through a screen.
They were right there!
Anyone with even a little knowledge of martial arts could judge the level of that slash.
"The thunder rings in the ears, bursting from the blade itself. This... this is Flash Thunder Slash at the Perfect Realm!"
A school administrator spoke in a trembling voice.
It wasn't that he lacked experience.
Flash Thunder Slash was a B-grade martial art!
How many years had it been since a student at Qing shan No. 1 High School had managed it?!
No, no student had ever managed it!
It was a first in the school's history!
Many people were deeply unsettled, too shocked to believe it.
Even the important figures in the VIP seats sat up straight, every one of them gazing gravely at the stage.
Flash Thunder Slash was different from Gale Step.
They knew very well how difficult a B-grade martial art was.
Wei Bohu was a living example.
He ranked among the best of the Wei Family's younger generation, yet he had only cultivated Flowing Fire Cannon Fist to the Mastery Realm.
"Two martial arts, both at the Perfect Realm. How did this kid manage it?!"
The Wang Family patriarch exclaimed in amazement.
"I just checked his strength. He hasn't reached the High Awakening Stage, so he must have given up some time he would have spent cultivating his breathing technique!"
"What does that matter? Take the most outstanding people in your family and have them practice nothing but Flash Thunder Slash instead of cultivating their breathing techniques. Forget the Perfect Realm-could they even reach Minute Subtlety?!"
"That kind of martial arts comprehension is monstrous!"
The powerful figures of Qing shan City couldn't help but praise him.
No wonder he had attracted Lu Zhan's attention. He was indeed a one-in-ten-thousand genius.
"Damn it!"
Wei Bohu lay on the floor of the stage, his face contorted with pain.
A saber wound half a meter long ran from his chest to his abdomen. Blood poured from it, staining his clothes red in an instant.
Gasping for breath, Wei Bohu struggled to his feet. After checking the wound, a flicker of lingering fear appeared in his eyes.
If the Force unleashed by his knuckle dusters hadn't slowed Ning Chuan's saber a little.
Even if he weren't dead right now, he would have been disemboweled.
Saber in hand, Ning Chuan watched Wei Bohu coldly, without pressing his advantage.
There was still plenty of the fifteen minutes left.
Enough for him.
Ning Chuan raised his eyes toward the VIP seats in the viewing stands and grinned. "That executive called Wei Zhu, do you know you were wrong now?"
Wei Zhu sprang to his feet, his eyes full of malice, but although he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
Even Wei Bohu, at Peak Awakening Stage Nine, had nearly been killed by a single slash from Ning Chuan.
Under these circumstances.
If he kept insisting that Ning Chuan had merely delivered the finishing blow to the Heavenly Martial spy, he would only be humiliating himself.
"Looks like you do."
Ning Chuan smiled faintly, withdrew his gaze, and strode toward Wei Bohu.
Scrape, scrape, scrape...
Silver Blood's tip scraped against the ground with a dry, grating sound, like background music heralding the arrival of the god of death.
Fear rose in Wei Bohu's eyes. "I concede!" he said hurriedly.
Ning Chuan didn't stop. A cold smile touched his lips as he taunted, "I've never heard of anyone conceding in a fifteen-minute unrestricted fight!"
"I... I didn't get enough rest before. Let's fight again another time!"
Wei Bohu said this here in a panic.
He was absolutely no match for Flash Thunder Slash at the Perfect Realm.
Just then, Wei Qiance's voice came from the viewing stands.
"Ning Chuan, stop. Bohu wasn't lying.
He previously helped the police capture a Heavenly Martial spy. He went without sleep for many days and harmed his body, so he can only use part of his strength.
In a fight between students, fairness is the most important thing.
Even if you win this match, it won't be an honorable victory!"
Hearing this, the mockery on Ning Chuan's face grew even stronger.
"You father and son are shameless to the extreme!"
Ning Chuan looked at Wei Qiance and jeered, "You have the nerve to talk to me about fairness?! Where did Wei Bohu's knuckle dusters come from? Did he grow them himself?!"
Wei Qiance stood up and said coldly, "I'm not discussing this with you. As chairman of the Wei Financial Group, I'm ordering you to end the fight immediately!"
An uproar swept through the training ground.
He was using his power to bully others!
Several school administrators exchanged glances, unsure what to do.
According to school rules, outsiders were indeed forbidden from interfering in the martial arts exam.
But the chairman of the Wei Financial Group was no ordinary outsider.
"What an impressive show of authority!"
Ning Chuan sneered and shifted his gaze. "Uncle Lu, can Wei Qiance stop a fifteen-minute unrestricted fight?"
Lu Zhan said indifferently, "There are only two ways to stop a fifteen-minute unrestricted fight.
Both participants agree to end it.
Or one of them dies."
"Then I... don't agree!"
The young man's cold voice rang out, reaching the ears of every spectator present.