Ouyang Cheng was furious about being defeated by an eight-year-old, but he knew he couldn’t win against him.
It was hopeless!
He could only admit defeat.
Xiao Lang roared at Fan Jian and Qian Yi in dissatisfaction, "What’s wrong with you guys? I’m getting revenge for you, and you’re not happy about it?"
Fan Jian and Qian Yi lowered their heads, silent.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want revenge; they just couldn’t accept the reality of being defeated by an eight-year-old.
Daoist Xuanqing sighed. "This is what they mean when they say there’s always a higher mountain to climb. Fan Jian, I’ve spoiled you. It’s made you arrogant, looking down on everyone and thinking you’re invincible. Now, you should realize your mistake, shouldn’t you?"
"Yes, Master. I was wrong!"
Fan Jian said obediently.
Roger asked Qian Yi, "When I came, I warned you to always keep a low profile. Do you understand why now?"
Qian Yi nodded heavily.
As the saying goes, true masters don’t reveal their abilities.
Don’t be fooled by their age. When it comes to fighting, they’re on par with any of the so-called geniuses here.
"Hey, big guy, you’re pretty strong. You even hurt me when you ran into me."
Xiao Dong said earnestly, cupping his fist to Ouyang Cheng.
Ouyang Cheng was going crazy.
’Is that any way to insult someone?’
’You nearly crippled me with one punch, and now you’re turning around and calling me strong?’
Just then, a disciple named Xiao Lin stepped forward and asked, "Xiao Dong, is he really that strong?"
"Yeah!"
Xiao Dong said seriously, "I was planning to kill him with one punch, but it didn’t work. It even made my hand hurt. So, wouldn’t you say he’s strong?"
"He must be!"
Xiao Lin stepped forward and said, "Hey, big guy! Can you get up and fight me too?"
’Another one?’
Ouyang Cheng knew full well he couldn’t win, so he quickly lay on the ground and played dead.
Nothing could make him get up.
Xiao Lin scratched his head. "Xiao Dong, did you kill him? Why is he just lying there on the ground?"
"He’s probably tired from fighting and wants to sleep!"
Xiao Dong said with childlike innocence.
Xiao Lin walked up to Ouyang Cheng, grabbed him by the collar, and said, "No way. You can’t sleep. You have to fight me."
With a sob in his voice, Ouyang Cheng said, "Big brother, I really can’t fight. Look, I’m already coughing up blood. COUGH, COUGH..."
Ouyang Cheng forced out two mouthfuls of dark blood.
He really didn’t dare to fight anymore.
’These people are all freaks! They don’t know how to hold back. What if they slip up and actually kill me?’
Xiao Lin said, disappointed, "But I really want to fight you! Otherwise, I’ll go crazy. I have all this pent-up energy and nowhere to release it!"
’Damn it!’
’I came to the Beast Taming Sect to show off and get some opportunities in Qu Luo’s Tomb, not to be your damn punching bag!’
’Every single one of you wants a piece of me.’
Ouyang Cheng said resentfully, "See that mountain over there? If you’re really so pent-up, go punch the mountain."
"Huh!"
Xiao Lin asked, pleasantly surprised, "That’s a great idea! Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Ouyang Cheng couldn’t help but roll his eyes. ’You didn’t ask me before,’ he thought.
THUD!
Xiao Lin casually tossed Ouyang Cheng to the ground and walked straight toward the mountain.
"Holy shit, the dumb kid isn’t actually going to punch the mountain, is he?"
Ouyang Cheng’s face was full of astonishment.
Everyone else also stared intently at Xiao Lin, watching to see if he was really going to punch the mountain.
By now, Xiao Lin had reached the foot of the mountain and was looking up at its peak.
It was a full hundred meters high!
Under everyone’s horrified gazes, Xiao Lin took a deep breath, gathered all his strength into his fist, and threw a punch.
BAM!
A deep, muffled explosion rang in everyone’s ears as the mountain instantly shattered.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned.
He actually punched the mountain.
More importantly, Xiao Lin’s punch had actually shattered the hundred-meter-tall mountain.
Is that something a human can do?
What a monster!
Phew...
Xiao Lin let out a long breath. He had released days of pent-up energy with that one punch, and his whole body immediately felt much lighter.
Hahaha!
So refreshing!
However, before Xiao Lin could even celebrate, Xiao Dong’s anxious shout came from behind him. "Brother Lin, run! You’re about to be buried by the mountain!"
"Holy shit, I actually shattered the mountain with one punch."
Xiao Lin’s face was filled with shock. He clearly hadn’t expected his punch to be so terrifyingly powerful. He immediately turned tail and ran.
"Xiao Dong, thanks for the warning! I would’ve been buried otherwise!"
Xiao Lin shot Xiao Dong a grateful look, then walked up to Su Mo and said, "Young Master, I have a suggestion."
"Speak."
Su Mo said.
Xiao Lin said, "From now on, when our Xiao Family disciples practice Body Refining, they can punch mountains. That way, everyone can develop a pair of Iron Fists."
Hearing this, everyone around was speechless.
’At the rate you guys train, how many mountains would you even need to destroy?’
Su Mo thought for a moment and agreed. "That’s possible, but it means you’ll have to go train deep in the mountains. You must be careful."
"Don’t worry, we’ll be careful."
Xiao Lin voluntarily stepped back into the crowd.
Just then, a young man suddenly shouted, "I get it! They’re a Body Refining Race! They focus on physical strength, so their Realm doesn’t matter to them at all."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Otherwise, how could you explain these monsters from the Xiao Family?
It’s not surprising for a family to have one or two monstrously talented geniuses, but a whole basketful is just not normal.
Su Mo couldn’t be bothered to listen to their discussion. He turned to Chu Tianxiong and asked, "Sect Leader Chu, can we open Qu Luo’s Tomb now?"
"Wait!"
Before Chu Tianxiong could answer, Ouyang Cheng stopped them. "No, you can’t enter Qu Luo’s Tomb yet."
"Huh? Wasn’t this damn dog playing dead on the ground? How is he alive again?"
"Damn dog, what right do you have to stop us from entering Qu Luo’s Tomb?"
"Qu Luo’s Tomb doesn’t belong to you! I’m going in today, what are you going to do about it?"
The people from the Eighteen Kingdoms stared at Ouyang Cheng with resentment.
Chu Tianxiong berated him, "Ouyang Cheng, you were defeated. You have no right to speak. Elder Su is in charge here now."
"Sect Leader Chu, don’t misunderstand."
Ouyang Cheng quickly explained, "I just have a few questions for Elder Su. I ask that Elder Su answer them truthfully."
"This..."
Chu Tianxiong looked at Su Mo.
Su Mo said coolly, "Go ahead and ask. A few questions won’t take long."
"Alright!"
Ouyang Cheng took a deep breath and asked, "May I ask, Elder Su, who is your master?"
"Sorry, I don’t have a master."
Su Mo replied.
No master?
Ouyang Cheng said doubtfully, "If you have no master, then how did you come to learn such a profound Cultivation Technique and even pass it down to your clansmen?"
"Do I need to explain myself to you?"
Su Mo said coldly.
Ouyang Cheng pressed on, "Fine, even if you don’t have a master, you must have a family inheritance, right? Was this Cultivation Technique passed down from your ancestors?"
"My family has no great ancestors. I am the strongest in my family."
Su Mo’s eyes narrowed. "What, are you planning to call for backup to fight me?"