The Strongest Strike

Yang Zihan's sudden attacks came crashing at Ning Yue in an unbroken torrent, like a violent storm.

Surprise flashed in Ning Yue's eyes.

That was close!

Luckily, I was prepared, or I wouldn't even have had time to react.

Ning Yue did not dodge Yang Zihan's attacks. His left hand formed a claw and his right a fist as he met her head-on.

"Tss! Tss!"

When their attacks met, the skin on Ning Yue's palm rippled like waves, canceling out the heavy hammers' force wave after wave with faint sounds.

Then Ning Yue used her momentum to guide the hammers, moving as if practicing tai chi and easily bringing them crashing into each other.

"Clang! Clang!"

The hammers collided, sending force scattering in every direction.

Ning Yue's right fist shot out like a thunderclap, startling as a snapped bowstring, speeding toward Yang Zihan's chest.

As it drew near, Ning Yue hesitated briefly.

Men and women were not supposed to touch each other casually, making it a little awkward to strike.

That hesitation cost him the perfect opportunity. Yang Zihan stepped back and found her footing again.

Yang Zihan then assumed a stance, preparing to attack once more.

A sly look flashed in her eyes, and while Ning Yue had yet to withdraw his fist, she threw herself forward.

Thinking she was about to attack, Ning Yue drew back his fist and focused on defending himself.

His Martial Dao Myth was powerful, but it could not read minds.

What happened next was something Ning Yue had not expected.

"Brother Ning, you're so bad!"

Yang Zihan's voice sounded panicked. Then she tapped her feet lightly, jumped backward, and flung herself away, arching back as though a heavy blow had sent her flying.

At the same time, her outer clothes exploded, tearing into countless scraps that flew in all directions. Her tight-fitting underwear was revealed, sexy and alluring, with a loud flapping sound.

"I didn't."

Watching her movements, Ning Yue saw that they were exactly like his when he had knocked Liao Siyu down earlier. The Oscars owe you a golden statuette, he thought.

But no one paid him any attention.

Everyone watched the figure flying through the air until Yang Zihan fell to the ground, unable to rise for the moment.

They watched Yang Zihan lying on the ground, thin streams of blood trickling from her mouth between coughs, as though she were too badly injured to get up.

This sight

made the hearts of several students from Xinyuan Martial Arts High School and Huaqing High School ache a little, though their reactions differed.

"I didn't expect Brother Yue to be so fierce."

"Ning Yue's such a clueless guy. He could even bring himself to hit such a beautiful girl."

"Such ruthless flower-crushing! Truly a role model for the rest of us."

Seeing this, the students from Xinyuan Martial Arts High School grinned and began teasing him, one after another giving Ning Yue a thumbs-up.

That was how enemies should be treated. Man or woman, defeat them first.

As for the teachers, their eyesight was far superior to the students', and they had seen the entire incident clearly.

Director Li smiled, while Director Lin's face turned livid.

"This girl is quite something. Judging by her behavior, she's obviously interested in Ning Yue. It's only natural for young people to fall in love. Director Lin, I suggest she transfer to our Xinyuan Martial Arts High School."

Li Changsheng smiled at Lin Qinghua as he made the suggestion.

"Director Li is right. Teacher Lin, give it some thought."

"The child is deeply in love with Ning Yue. We'll be sure to make the proper arrangements."

"Our two schools are as close as family. Why not take it a step further?"

The teachers from Xinyuan Martial Arts High School all spoke pleasantly, making Lin Qinghua's face turn even greener. It was not as though he didn't know what they were after.

They had simply taken a fancy to Yang Zihan's martial arts talent.

With her awakened spirit physique, Yang Zihan was a genius even in Ghost-Suppressing City.

All the more so in a scattered city, where she was one in ten thousand.

At Huaqing Martial Arts Middle School, Yang Zihan was the only third-year student with a spirit physique, showing just how rare they were.

"I'll consider your suggestions."

Lin Qinghua gave that reply with a grim face. Afterward, whatever the teachers from Xinyuan Martial Arts High School said, he pretended not to hear.

All he wanted now was to return to Huaqing City.

This trip had been far too frustrating.

At the edge of the arena, Yang Yifei saw his younger sister lying on the ground, gravely injured by Ning Yue.

His head buzzed.

That's my own little sister.

My own little sister, whom I've beaten since we were children.

Only I get to beat her. How can I let someone else bully her?

With that thought, Yang Yifei soared into the air. The arena, over three meters high, was no more than a small bump by the roadside in his eyes. He leaped nearly fifty meters into the air and swooped toward Ning Yue.

"Ning Yue, die!"

Dragging his three-meter spear behind him, he swooped toward Ning Yue.

In midair, he gripped the spear tightly and thrust it straight down.

At that moment, Yang Yifei seemed to have broken through his limits. His eyes were crimson, and the qi and blood surging around him sounded like crashing waves. With his anger unleashed, he was like a man who had swallowed a supreme tonic pill, his strength terrifying beyond measure.

"Indestructible Vajra Physique!"

Seeing this, Ning Yue prepared to meet him head-on.

In the previous two fights, he had already experienced how extraordinary Martial Dao Myth was. It was truly beyond the mundane; with Martial Dao Myth's enhancement, an ordinary first-rank martial artist could not last a single exchange against him.

Now, he was ready for a hard fight.

He glanced at the two remaining martial artists from Huaqing City. They were only ordinary martial artists, far inferior in combat strength to the Yang siblings and not even as strong as Liao Siyuan.

He might as well have a great battle with Yang Yifei and put himself to the test.

After Ning Yue activated the Indestructible Vajra Physique, Yang Yifei's attack drew near.

A startling, dazzling glint of cold light appeared. A spear light several zhang long, like a ray of starlight, struck Ning Yue's already activated Indestructible Vajra Physique first.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The collision between the spear light and the Indestructible Vajra Physique shattered the surrounding air and sent sparks flying. The sounds of hammering iron echoed through the air without end.

What kind of spirit physique does this guy have? It's so tough.

The swooping Yang Yifei was startled. He put all his strength into accelerating, like a vicious dragon emerging from the sea to tear savagely into Ning Yue.

Ning Yue stared intently at Yang Yifei. At this moment, he had blocked out Martial Dao Myth's enhancement, leaving only his own true combat strength.

Even so, his control over his surroundings was beyond anything he had possessed before.

His combat strength, too, was advancing by leaps and bounds, improving rapidly.

As Yang Yifei's great spear drew near, Ning Yue took his stance, ready to meet it head-on. At the same time, his fist moved as if pounding a mountain, turning up and down, like origin itself: the Fist of Origin.

One punch to decide victory, one force to break ten thousand techniques.

Ning Yue thought.

He was preparing to use his greatest strength, and he was also curious just how powerful he was.

He hoped Yang Yifei could withstand his strike.

His fist moved like origin itself, half sealed and half closed. An indescribable, mysterious aura spread through the arena as grayish mist emanated from Ning Yue's body.

At the same time, he circulated the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force, preparing to use his two strongest techniques to deliver a full-power strike.

"Cough, cough."

Halfway through circulating the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force, Ning Yue began to run out of strength. The backlash came, and he had no choice but to disperse the divine elephant cells he had just activated.

His body was too weak and his realm too low. Even with a peerless martial technique, he could not use it.

"Indestructible Vajra Physique!"

"Ninefold Thunder Force!"

"Fist of Origin!"

The three martial techniques came out at once, converging into a fist light that reached the heavens and crashing toward Yang Yifei's incoming three-meter spear.

"Yang Family Spear Technique, descend upon the world!"

Yang Yifei gave a low shout. Seeing Ning Yue meet him head-on, he sneered inwardly. No matter how tough a body of flesh was, could it be harder and sharper than an alloy weapon?

Fast, astonishingly fast.

After Yang Yifei unleashed his spear technique, an invisible force merged into the great spear, bringing it beyond mortal speed.

Facing that spear thrust, Ning Yue felt it would be difficult to evade.

Fortunately, he had never intended to dodge.