I Want to Fight Ten

Hu Zhe turned a deaf ear to the abuse from below the stage.

He had heard those insults countless times before, and they could no longer hurt him.

As long as he remained shameless, shamelessness was no true disgrace.

That was his creed in life.

Hu Zhe wore a sharp alloy claw on each hand. Amid a flurry of claw shadows, they sliced through the air with a hiss, striking repeatedly at Wen Xi's face, throat, chest, navel, and other vulnerable spots.

The attacks were astonishing, their force tearing through the air.

In Wen Xi's eyes, the black claw shadows were like black piranhas, their sharp maws opening like mountains of blades, ready to bite him to pieces and tear him apart.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

Even as Wen Xi dodged with all his might, he could not avoid being struck by Hu Zhe.

Moments later, his clothes were in tatters, and streaks of blood covered his upper body like a spiderweb.

At that moment, Wen Xi steeled himself and threw away the Azure Dragon Battle Saber in his hand.

In the space of a spark.

Facing Hu Zhe's incoming claws, he dodged sideways, raised both arms, and put his elbows in their path.

Power burst forth as Wen Xi smashed his elbows downward. Hu Zhe's attack was knocked off course, and his whole body lurched forward against his will.

"Bastard!"

Wen Xi bit his lip until it bled. The pain of the alloy piercing his elbows bored into his heart.

Fierce by nature, he formed his hand into a blade and, forcing himself to endure the piercing pain, chopped at Hu Zhe three times.

"White Cloud Covers the Crown!"

"Three Slashes of Spring and Autumn!"

Each chop struck Hu Zhe's temple.

Such savage force, such fury in his heart.

After just two chops, which struck like heavy hammers, their sharp blade light carving two bloody wounds, Hu Zhe's eyes rolled back and he passed out.

"I don't kill nameless nobodies."

Wen Xi did not bring down his third chop. He was worried that if he did, Hu Zhe would lose his life and be sent to the Yellow Springs.

That would affect relations between the two schools and might even escalate to affect relations between the two cities.

With that, Wen Xi turned, spun around, and landed a roundhouse kick on Hu Zhe's falling body.

Bang!

Hu Zhe was kicked off the stage like a rag and fell to the ground below.

"Who else?"

Wen Xi glared wide-eyed at the Ten Heroes of Huaqing and let out a roar.

Drenched in blood, his fighting spirit of trading wounds for lives made him look even more valiant and intimidating than before in everyone's eyes.

"What a fierce warrior."

Ning Yue sighed in admiration from below the stage.

At the same time, he noticed that Wen Xi's aura was surging explosively. Blade light suddenly appeared in the air, scattering tiny fragments of radiance in all directions.

The sight seemed familiar to Ning Yue. Wasn't this the phenomenon he had seen when he synthesized the Indestructible Vajra Physique?

"What's this?"

"I didn't expect Wen Xi to awaken a spirit physique too. Third place in the whole school is in the bag for him," Wang Xueqing interjected from beside him.

"Third? You also..."

"Of course. You make it sound like I don't have a spirit physique." Wang Xueqing proudly stuck out her chest.

"But that day..."

On the day of the ferocious beast riot, Ning Yue clearly hadn't seen Wang Xueqing use a spirit physique. He was sure he hadn't been mistaken.

"I awakened it that very night. Can't I?"

Ning Yue smiled and said nothing.

Just then, Ning Yue's martial artist watch vibrated.

The martial artist watch resembled the legendary Samsara Watch. It had only been issued to Ning Yue after he was certified as a martial artist.

Every martial artist watch had its own unique number and was registered under its owner's real name.

He opened it and looked, the corners of his mouth rising.

"Ning Yue, Brother Yue, help! I saw you there. Your brother can't hold on anymore."

A message appeared before his eyes.

Sender: First Rank martial artist, Wen Xi.

When did this guy get my martial artist number?

He even said he'd treat me after the mock exam.

And what happened?

I didn't catch a glimpse of him.

Ning Yue looked back at the stage and saw Wen Xi still projecting a heroic bearing, shouting that he wanted to fight ten more matches.

But the Yang siblings below the stage could see Wen Xi's weakness perfectly clearly.

"Liao Siyuan, you go."

Yang Yifei gave the order.

Liao Siyuan hesitated.

This guy looks pretty tough. Can I beat him?

"Go on. You're sure to win. That big guy is all show and no substance. He couldn't even beat an ordinary person," Yang Zihan chimed in.

"But this guy actually managed to awaken a spirit physique. In another ten days, even my brother might not be able to beat him."

The corner of Yang Yifei's mouth twitched. He didn't want to pay any attention to his sister, who was rubbing blood into his wound.

When will my spirit physique awaken?

Do I even have a spirit physique?

"I'll be able to break through to the Second Rank very soon," Yang Yifei said calmly.

He put on an air of indifference, holding on to the last shred of his stubborn pride.

He certainly wasn't going to admit that he was envious and jealous.

While Liao Siyuan was hesitating, Ning Yue stepped onto the stage.

"Wen Xi, you've already beaten the strongest Huaqing martial artist to the ground. Leave the rest of that trash to me."

At the sight of Ning Yue, Wen Xi's heart leaped with joy.

"All right, I'll leave the rest of the trash to you. They're beneath my notice anyway."

With that, he patted Ning Yue on the shoulder, hoisted the Azure Dragon Battle Saber, and hurried off the stage.

This guy's still putting on an act.

"Yifei, I'm going up."

Below the stage, Liao Siyuan saw Ning Yue come up and Wen Xi, who had frightened him just now, step down. Relieved, he spoke loudly.

In an instant, he was full of fighting spirit, victory seemingly within his grasp.

"Look at who he is before you speak. That's Ning Yue," Yang Yifei said, at a loss for words.

Have these guys never looked at the information on Xinyuan Martial Arts High School?

That's Ning Yue up there, the number one student at Xinyuan Martial Arts High School.

"Ning Yue? That first-ranked qi and blood martial artist?" Liao Siyuan said disdainfully.

Xinyuan Martial Arts High School had placed last in the Eight-City Joint Examination three times in a row.

As a result, students from the other seven cities all looked down somewhat on the students of Xinyuan Martial Arts High School.

After receiving the information, they had skimmed it and looked no further.

What was more, when they saw the results of Xinyuan Martial Arts High School's second mock exam, the student ranked first was a qi and blood martial artist.

That made them look down on the school even more.

"Don't underestimate him. If Ning Yue can rank first and surpass so many Martial Arts First Rank fighters, he must have his strengths."

Yang Yifei spoke gravely.

In truth, he also looked down on Ning Yue, especially after seeing him on the stage. Aside from his handsome appearance, with eyes like bright stars and a face like the moon, he had no other strengths.

"This handsome guy is so gorgeous, and his figure is incredible! Oh my god, I'm in love."

Needless to say, the only person who could say something like that was his lawless sister, Yang Zihan.

He really didn't know what kind of spirit physique she had awakened. In a fight, she was a hammer-wielding girl.

Normally, she was a bit of a lovestruck fool.

Yang Yifei pretended not to hear her and looked at Ning Yue on the stage.

Ning Yue stood 1.88 meters tall, with a perfect figure that was neither fat nor thin. Explosive muscles were visible on his arms, and he was strikingly handsome, with features both gentle and firm.

Yang Yifei had to admit that his sister was quite right. He really was a handsome man.

"The Yang family has no use for a pretty vase," Yang Yifei muttered softly, shaking his head.

"But he really is handsome," Yang Zihan protested. "I'm going to tell Father to take him as a son-in-law. Just looking at him every day would be a feast for the eyes."

With that, she opened her martial artist watch, preparing to call her father, who was far away in Huaqing City.

"Stop fooling around. We're in the middle of a challenge."

"This is just a warm-up. The official challenge hasn't started yet," Yang Zihan retorted.

Just as Liao Siyuan was about to step onto the stage, two figures tore through space and appeared on it in a flash.

"Who gave you permission to fight in private?"

The newcomers' faces were grim, and their angry words, carried by an invisible force, shook everyone present.