Chapter 155: night emperor, cannon fodder?

Vast Spirit Gate, Xin Yongyang.

The disciple of the Vast Spirit Gate stepped on stage and also reported his own name. 

This persons position in the sect was just under the First Stage Martial Masters, so he was stronger than Hu Zheng in overall strength. 

But stronger he wasnt much stronger. 

After all, he was still a Peak Martial Apprentice. As long as he did not enter Martial Master, the strength difference was about 2000 3000 jin. 

Begin! the referee shouted. 

For the gate leader, for the sects glory, Xin Yongyang rushed forward. 

His spirit energy erupted. Not only did he surround himself with it, protecting his major acupressure points, he also poured qi into his two palms. 

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Very quickly, he launched an attack from his hands. Spirit energy howled through the air, charging forward, accompanied by the sound of a roar. 

This was Howling Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm. [1]

It was a mid-grade advanced palm technique unique to the Vast Spirit Gate. 

This technique was divided into the Howling Tiger Palm and the Roaring Dragon Palm. The two moves could be used separately, or they could be combined to form a draconic tigers roar!

Since he entered the sect, Xin Yongyang had been practicing this technique. 

With his Peak Martial Apprentice energy, once the technique was used, the air would always produce the sound of a tigers howl and a dragons roar!

Shua! Shua!

A dragon on the left, a tiger on the right; the two swept across the arena, roaring as they went. 

This move received commendment from all of the experts watching. The childs comprehension of the palm technique had reached such a high proficiency; worthy of being a high-grade spirit root. 

How was the Ironbone Sects Li Qingyang supposed to react?

Shua!

As the people were wondering, Li Qingyang made a move forward. He condensed a Rupturing Fist’ and smashed forward, contending with Howling Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm’ in the most open and respectable manner. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two people exchanged fists, filling the air with energy fluctuations. 

Within several seconds, Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang exchanged a dozen moves. Neither seemed to have gained the upper hand.

Right?

This was how a martial exchange was supposed to be like!

Those previous four rounds werent intense, wasting the time we took to run over and watch the fun!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two people exchanged another dozen moves. Then, with some tacit understanding, each retreated and maintained a certain distance. 

Li Qingyangs face was serene. 

Xin Yongyangs brows were slightly wrinkled. He flexed his hands, attempting to alleviate the numbness from the exchange. 

The Vast Spirit Gate disciple suffered a bit, Wang Donglin commented. 

Qin Haoran also detected the movement, his expression going cloudy once more. 

This round, will my Vast Spirit Gate lose?

Look at this guy. He had been hit until he lost confidence, yet still had the gall to continue the challenge, even agreeing to a 10 million tael bet was he stupid?

It didnt matter if this round was a loss!

The Ironbone Sects strongest Li Qingyang had already gone on stage. The following two disciples would definitely not be strong, so he could win the other two!

Shua!

Shua!

Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang had started again. 

The two people did not disappoint the audience members, starting a dog fight that was unusually intense. 

This was normal though.

Before, it had been stomping, targeting the place-which-shall-not-be-named, punching a sandbag, and whatnot. The fights had been so one-sided they werent fun to watch!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Howling and roaring continued to echo through the arena. Li Qingyang and Xin Yongyang started fighting faster, hits more heavy and intense. 

Jun Changxiao clasped his hands together, muttering, Qingyang chose not to quickly and forcefully end the round. It seems he wants to use this Peak Martial Apprentice as a sparring partner.

Bang!

Meanwhile, there was a loud booming sound. 

Li Qingyang had gathered strength of 20,000 jin to punch Xin Yongyang right in the palm, causing his opponent to stagger several steps back. 

The Vast Spirit Gate disciple is at a disadvantage!

Taking the Howling Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm and Xin Yongyang straight on, this Li Qingyang is truly impressive!

On Spirit Spring Mountain, defeating the inner disciple of the Holy Spring Sect was not just luck!

The audience complimented Li Qingyang. 

Why?

Because his style was honest, his demeanor dignified!

He wasnt like the first four Ironbone Sect disciples, who targeted the temples or the chrysanthemum bud, fighting in such obscene styles. 

Hearing the audience speak about his son, Patriarch Li puffed out his chest, expression gleaming with pride. 

Xin Yongyang straightened with difficulty. His expression was slightly ugly, his right palm painfully swollen and slightly numb it seemed that the punch had been quite heavy. 

Shua!

Li Qingyang took a step forward, using Rupturing Fist once more. 

This time, he didnt give Xin Yongyang any time to prepare, continuously punching. His opponent could only continuously take the hits and back up, until until he was pushed out of the arena. 

The Ironbone Sect won another round!

Not counting the first four as invalid, the score was 5:0. 

Li Qingyang winning did not surprise Jun Changxiao. 

Of the Ironbone Sects seven inner disciples, Su Xiaomo and Li Fei were skilled at footwork and leg strength, Xiao Zuiji chased the path of body tempering, and Lu Qianqian had boundless spirit power. 

Although Li Qingyang did not have any dazzling strong points, neither did he have any obvious weaknesses he was the epitome of comprehensive and balanced development. 

Moreover, out of the inner disciples, he currently had the highest cultivation base, reaching the Seventh Stage of Martial Apprentice. 

The Peak Martial Apprentice Hu Zheng had been punched into unconsciousness by Xiao Zuiji. 

If this second disciple couldnt deal with similarly Peak Martial Apprentice Xin Yongyang, that would be strange. 

Let alone Jun Changxiao, even the observing experts werent surprised that Li Qingyang won. His display had been too perfect, too impregnable. 

The first four wins of Su Xiaomo and the others had this sense of reversal, but Li Qingyang won with an air of naturalness. 

Wang Donglin concluded, This child does not have any strong suits like the others, but he is exceptionally steady.

Aiya. Jun Changxiao humbly said, Alliance Chief Qin, if my Ironbone Sect wins again, your Vast Spirit Gate will need to take out 10 million taels.

Hmph. Qin Haoran coldly responded, Sect Head Jun, all of your elite disciples have already gone up, how will you contend with my following disciples?

All of the elites have gone up?

Is that looking down on this emperor?

Behind, Ye Xingchens expression darkened. With a sinking voice he said, Sect Head, Im going up next!

Arriving at Vast Spirit Gate, he just wanted to fight, even planning on finishing them all by himself. 

Mhm. Jun Changxiao agreed, Go on stage.

Kacha, kacha!

Ye Xingchen clenched his fists. Without an ounce of fear, he rolled his neck and shoulders, eyes twinkling with severity. 

Qin Haoran indifferently said, Pei Jun, you go up. Remember to achieve victory.

Yes.

The direct disciple named Pei Jun walked up. His entire body was surrounded by spirit power; he was obviously Vast Spirit Gates strongest disciple.

Alliance Chief Qin has finally sent out the Martial Master level disciple.

That Ironbone Sect disciple only seems to be Fifth or Sixth Stage of Martial Apprentice, he probably wont win.

In my opinion, Sect Head Juns plan is to have the domineering disciples take the lead, then use disciples like this as cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder?

Ye Xingchen was infuriated. 

If this emperor still had his previous cultivation, I would certainly smash all you ants to death, eviscerating your souls and forever destroying your chances of reincarnation!

Worthy of Night Emperor, his thoughts were terrifying!

Tak. 

Pei Jun arrived at the center first, bowing, Vast Spirit Gate, Pei Jun.

Ye Xingchen indifferently said, Dont waste time, lets start.

Tsk tsk, this cannon fodder is pretty bold.

Does he now know that Pei Jun is the Vast Spirit Gates strongest direct disciple?

To use the weak against the strong, even a loss is worth it.

Each of these comments entered Ye Xingchens ears. Anger howled inside his body, instantly burning in his eyes as flames seem to seep out of his pupils. 

Pei Jun was secretly startled. This guys gaze is a little scary!

You! Ye Xingchen turned his head to look at the referee and angrily shouted, Hurry up and tell us to begin, this lord cant wait any longer!

What a temper

Begin! the referee shouted. 

Just as his words fell, Pei Jun had already rushed forward. Both of his palms were spread out, energy gathering as he

Shua!

Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared on his left, coldly saying, Boy, your speed is too slow.

Bang

[1] do tigers even howl..? (Roaring Tiger Roaring Dragon Palm’ just sounded really stupid to me.)

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