Chapter 151: you cannot be merciful

Center of the martial arts stage. 

Tian Qi humbly reported, Ironbone Sect, Tian Qi.

The Vast Spirit Gate disciple indifferently said, Vast Spirit Gate, Tan Yong!

As soon as his words ended, a thick wave of spirit power emerged around his body. It seemed that he wanted to first deter the opponent with an imposing manner. 

Unfortunately, Tian Qi remained unmoved, eyes filled with disdain. 

The observing martial artists found this a little hard to accept. 

The disciple sent by the Vast Spirit Gate was a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice. Where did this Ironbone Sect disciple get the self-confidence to be filled with contempt?

Or was it that his sect head was arrogant, so the disciple was the same?

Ah. 

If the leader was not virtuous, the people could not be expected to be virtuous. 

Begin! the referee called out. 

The one who acted first was Tian Qi. He leapt forward, revolving the Rupturing Fist and punching forth. Only a bang bang bang could be heard. 

He had approached too quickly, his fists had also been too quick. 

Tan Yong was unable to dodge, only able to pour spirit power into his body, using his own fists to counter every move. 

Bang! Bang!

Tian Qis fists contained incredible power. They surged forth with a heavy bang, the strength increasing until it broke 17,000 jin!

Feeling the wind and the imposing manner with which the fist passed through the air, all the experts felt their expressions harden.

This Ironbone Sect disciple was like Li Fei a moment ago. His cultivation was only Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, so where did this strength come from?!

Tian Qi paid great attention to the physical body and to fist arts. 

Using Rupturing Fist, regardless of strength of imposing might, he was absolutely stronger than Li Fei. 

But it was just a bit!

Shen Tongs eyes were about to pop out!

The strength of these two Ironbone Sect Fifth Stage Martial Apprentices was greater than his Ninth Stage Martial Apprentices what a hit to his self-respect!

Bang! Bang!

Tian Qis two fists were like two hammers, crashing down like crazy. 

From the beginning, Tan Yong was on defense. He immediately found it hard to do anything and so could only be passive. 

Thump, thump, thump!

He continued to retreat, until he was finally at the edge of the stage. 

Because the number of attacks was great, it was hard to block all of them. He could only brace with his arms in front of him, taking the hits. 

All the experts felt their mouths twitching. 

They had the feeling that the Ironbone Sect disciple had just been hitting a sandbag. 

What was weird was that the boxer was the Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, the sandbag a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice!

This world was a bit too crazy!

Jun Changxiao shrugged, Really too easy.

From the beginning, he didnt care about Vast Spirit Gate, otherwise he wouldnt have been so relaxed. This challenge was just like facing the small mob before the boss. 

Now Tian Qi had punched a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice direct disciple like a sandbag, proving his point. 

Ah!

Having fallen into a passive position, Tan Yongs eyes bulged and he roared with anger. 

But he was just making noise has a heavy punch landed on his face, smacking his head to one side. He staggered towards the edge of the field. 

Pah!

Tian Qi wrapped his fingers around his opponents wrist, stopping him from being eliminated. He then forcefully dragged Tan Yong towards him, forcing the boy onto the ground and straddling the guy to bash his head into the dirt. 

Sect Head had spoken. 

They could not be merciful, they had to beat the opponent until they were half-dead. 

Bang! Bang!

Tian Qi straddled Tan Yong, displaying his abilities with the Rupturing Fist to the pinnacle as he bashed the opponent in the face.

Tan Yong was beaten black and blue, foaming at the mouth. 

Finally, he fainted. 

Kacha

Witnessing his disciple being tyrannically beaten, Qin Haoran clenched his fists tightly, eyes twinkling with dreadful anger. 

But it was useless to be angry. 

This was a martial exchange; if his disciple was beaten, that just meant the disciple was not as skilled as his opponent!

Shua!

Tian Qi stood up, humbly bowing, You let me win.

The Hundred Sects Alliances experts and the audience all had splendid expressions. 

Ever since the round started, Tan Yong had fallen into a passive position, only able to block and defend. Until he fainted on stage, the entire time he had not counter-attacked even once!

This disparity was too great!

One Li Fei, one Tian Qi; are the Ironbone Sects disciples so strong?

I can finally understand why the Star Cloud Sect got creamed when challenging the Ironbone Sect.

Two disciples beat an Eighth Stage and a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice like it was nothing. Of course the Star Cloud Sect disciples would get the pants beaten off of them!

Various groups were murmuring to each other. 

Standing in the crowd was the Star Cloud Sects leader. Although his face was red, his heart had settled. Alliance Chief Qins direct disciples had also been beaten one after another, so his own disciples losing to the Ironbone Sect didn’t seem that humiliating anymore. 

Patriarch Ai.

Wang Donglin said with a smile, This Ironbone Sect is not simple.

Two Fifth Stage Martial Apprentices had erupted with strengths of at least 15,000 jin, so their physical body tempering must have reached the pinnacle. 

The second disciple on stages punches are so strong, he must have also taken the Body Reconstructing Pill! Ai Shangni guessed. 

An ordinary aptitude martial artist with not-so-high cultivation could jump ranks to fight with the aid of the Body Reconstructing Pill. If he used this to advertise, everyone would want it and he could sell then for a sky-high price!

Wang Donglin cared about the disciples strengths; Ai Shangni cared about the Body Reconstructing Pills effects, showing that he was a qualified merchant. 

After Tian Qi returned to his spot, Jun Changxiao humbly smiled. Alliance Chief Qin, your Vast Spirit Gate can go first for the third round.

Seeing that smiling face, Alliance Chief Qin really wished that he could tear the guys skin off. 

Calm down, calm down.

Regardless of how angry I am, I must maintain a smile. 

But his disciples had lost twice in a row, the second one a crushing defeat, so he couldnt fucking smile!

Qin Haoran suppressed his boundless anger, then looked to the disciple standing on the right, Go.

Yes.

The third direct disciple walked on stage. He was similarly a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice, but he seemed to be stronger than Tan Yong. 

Little Mo, go, Jun Changxiao said. 

Su Xiaomo clenched a fist, shaking his head as he walked up. My blood was already boiling at the foot of the mountain, now I can finally fight a round.

Seeing the Ironbone Sect disciple walk on stage, the audience did not dare draw any rash conclusions. 

Because when they thought the Vast Spirit Gate disciple would definitely win, it had been defeat after defeat. It seemed that whoever they supported would be the one to cry. 

Of course, this was not some weird curse but true strength. 

Even if they fought another few times, the result would still be defeat for Sun Ye and Tan Yong, just as tyrannically as the first. 

Their aptitude and cultivation might be better, but could they beat the various resources, various alchemical pills, or the Qi Gathering Array Tian Qi and Li Fei used?

They didnt even know what the taste of taking an alchemical pill that raised spirit power absorption by 10 times for ten days felt like. 

The third Vast Spirit Gate disciple walked on stage and coldly reported, Vast Spirit Gate, Lao Tie.

Jun Changxiaos mouth pulled into a smile. No problem.

Su Xiaomo, Su Xiaomo said. 

After the two people mutually reported their names, the referee shouted for them to begin. 

Lao Tie took the initiative and launched an attack. Spirit power gushed from his body, instantly using a step technique. 

Shua! Shua!

Su Xiaomo vaulted backwards. He then started to move his small and short legs, rushing around the edge of the martial arts stage 

He gradually sped up, spinning like a storm!

Lao Tie stood in the middle of the stage, watching how his opponent ran in circles around him. He found it hard to keep up with the speed and so did not immediately know how to respond. 

Wang Donglin commented, This child excels at footwork.

Ai Shangnis thoughts were: Not bad, this must also be related to the Body Reconstructing Pill!

Xiu

In the meantime, Su Xiaomo seized the opportunity, circling behind Lao Tie and kicking him in the back. 

Bang! Lao Tie promptly discovered the attack and turned around to punch, hitting Su Xiaomo in the foot. He was just about to follow up, but the opponent had already fled. 

Hateful! he angrily shouted. 

Shua!

Su Xiaomo appeared behind him like a ghost once more, kicking him again. 

The speed was fast, but Lao Tie responded in time. He turned and braced with his arms in front of his chest, successfully blocking the kick. 

Senior brother, watch out! someone exclaimed. 

Lao Tie was startled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Su Xiaomo leap upwards.

Su Xiaomo used Lao Tie’s arm as a springboard, body tilting to one side.

He had his hands clasped together, middle fingers raised, ruthlessly jabbing towards Lao Tie’s butt-cheeks. 

Crushed chrysanthemums cover the floor~! [1]

[1] lyric from <Chrysanthemum Terrace> by Jay Chou; in case you do not know, chrysanthemum is a euphemism for the anus’ in Chinese

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