Chapter 67

The strongest among the sixteen-year-olds, Li Hao, was easily defeated by his peer, and Xia Yuanba clenched his teeth in silent anger, cursing his own weak mystic power. He couldn't even avenge Li Hao and the New Moon Mystic Mansion, let alone have the qualifications to challenge Xuan Yu. But he never expected that Xuan Yu would actually point at him, and seeing Xuan Yu's finger, Xia Yuanba's eyes widened in shock, completely stunned.

Moreover, this Xuan Yu actually called him "Big Brother Giant"!

All eyes immediately focused on Xia Yuanba, and the elders of the New Moon Mystic Mansion frowned deeply. The disciples were also taken aback. None of them had expected that Xuan Yu's chosen challenger would be only fifteen years old and had come purely to watch the spectacle today! However, with Xia Yuanba's astonishing physique, anyone who didn't know him would never have guessed he was only fifteen! Mistaking him for eighteen or nineteen would be normal.

Sikong Han said, "This is my disciple, Xia Yuanba. However, you can't call him 'Big Brother.' Although his body is overly robust, he is only fifteen years old, the youngest in my mansion."

"Fifteen... years old?" Many people from the Seven Mystic Sects spat out their tea. Xuan Yu also stared in disbelief.

"Yuanba, since this disciple of the Mystic Heart Sect wants to spar with you, accept the challenge calmly," Sikong Han turned and said, "You are still young, so even if you lose, it won't be shameful. Do your best."

"Yes, Elder," Xia Yuanba nodded and stood up. His nearly two-meter-three tall body standing straight immediately caused many in the hall to be startled. Yun Che patted him and whispered, "Be careful, don't get hurt."

"Hehe, don't worry. Although my mystic power is weak, my body is quite resilient," Xia Yuanba confidently patted his chest and walked to the center of the main hall. Standing in front of Xuan Yu, he said, "I am Xia Yuanba, Class One of the Mystic Mansion, fifteen years old. Please guide me."

Xuan Yu clearly wanted to challenge someone older to show off his prowess. He didn't expect that the "giant" who looked over eighteen was actually only fifteen! A sixteen-year-old fighting a fifteen-year-old, even if he won, it wouldn't be very glorious. He casually sensed Xia Yuanba's mystic power, and his lips curled... only at the Sixth Level of the Initial Mystic Realm! Choosing such an opponent would actually lower his own status!

"What an idiot! I knew he would cause trouble at this banquet! If outsiders think that a mere Sixth Level of the Initial Mystic Realm can become an elite disciple of the Mystic Mansion, wouldn't that make people laugh? Hmph, truly embarrassing!"

A mocking and disdainful voice slowly reached Yun Che's ears. Yun Che glanced sideways, looking at Murong Ye indifferently, then withdrew his gaze, focusing on Xia Yuanba.

Murong Ye, who had just shut up, suddenly felt a chill all over his body and shivered violently. He hurriedly turned around, looking around, his heart racing... In that moment, he felt as if he had suddenly fallen into an extremely cold ice cave, and as if a pair of terrifying snake eyes were staring at him. But after looking around for a long time, he found nothing unusual, and that terrifying feeling gradually faded. Murong Ye touched the cold sweat on his forehead, thinking it was just his imagination.

"Ha! Mountain Splitting!"

Xia Yuanba took the initiative, clenching his fists, his massive body jumping up and smashing down. His body, combined with the无形的压迫感, indeed had a "mountain splitting" quality.

"Such a lousy mystic technique, and he has the nerve to show it off. If Xuan Yu lets him get three moves in, he'll never be able to show his face again!" a senior disciple of the Mystic Heart Sect sneered.

Faced with Xia Yuanba's powerful attack, Xuan Yu didn't dodge or even prepare to use a mystic technique. He simply raised his right arm horizontally, blocking Xia Yuanba's seemingly formidable strike without any flair, a disdainful smile on his lips...

A dull sound echoed as Xia Yuanba's fists slammed into Xuan Yu's arm. Xuan Yu's arm sank slightly, then suddenly shot up like a awakened venomous snake, trapping Xia Yuanba's two thick arms in his armpit. His mystic power erupted.

Crack!!

"Ughh!!"

"Yuanba!" Yun Che stood up immediately.

With a scream, Xia Yuanba's two arms dislocated instantly. Xuan Yu's single arm flung him, sending his over 350-pound body flying more than a meter high.

Originally, the "spar" would have ended there, with Xia Yuanba defeated in one move, a result that no one found surprising. Xuan Yu's strong foundation, mystic techniques, and mystic power allowed him to win in two moves against an opponent just one level below him, let alone a Sixth Level of the Initial Mystic Realm like Xia Yuanba. However, just as Xia Yuanba's body was about to hit the ground, Xuan Yu's lips curled, and a purple light flashed on his right fist.

Yun Che immediately sensed Xuan Yu's intent and shouted, "Stop!!"

But Xuan Yu ignored him, delivering a ruthless Purple Cloud Palm strike to Xia Yuanba's falling body.

The sound of at least three ribs breaking was clearly heard.

"Yuanba!!"

Yun Che couldn't care less about anything else, leaping to Xia Yuanba's side and supporting his falling body. After landing, Xia Yuanba's face turned pale, blood flowing from his mouth, his face contorted in pain. Despite his robust appearance, Xia Yuanba's protective mystic power was too weak to withstand Xuan Yu's heavy blow.

Yun Che glared at Xuan Yu, his face ashen, and said, "The purpose of a match is to spar, to stop when the point is made. The winner was already clear, why did you have to use such force?"

"Heh!" Xuan Yu sneered, "Spar or not, weapons have no eyes, and fists and feet are hard to control. Everyone knows this. Injuries during spars are common, and getting hurt is normal. How was I to know that the elite disciples of the New Moon Mystic Mansion are so weak, breaking bones and spitting blood after just a couple of moves? You blame me instead of yourselves?"

"Haha, Brother Xuan Yu is right."

"In our sect, broken legs and arms are common during spars. This is what a real spar is. The New Moon Mystic Mansion can't even handle a little injury, no wonder they are always so weak, tsk tsk..."

"From what I see, Brother Xuan Yu has already held back. If he used his full strength, that kid with only Sixth Level of the Initial Mystic Realm protective mystic power would be dead by now."

The Seven Sects side erupted in mocking laughter. The elders of the New Moon Mystic Mansion shook their heads in sighs, helpless. Yun Che, furious, laughed bitterly and helped Xia Yuanba to the nearest Lan Xueyue. "Senior Sister Xueyue, can you please take care of Yuanba?"

"Sure!" Lan Xueyue quickly walked over, giving Xia Yuanba a red-white pill, and when she looked up, she saw Yun Che standing up and walking towards Xuan Yu.

"Indeed, weapons have no eyes, and fists and feet are hard to control." Yun Che stood in front of Xuan Yu, his face calm. He stared at the person who had maliciously injured Xia Yuanba in front of him and said, "Remember what you said... I will be your opponent! Yun Che, Class One of the Mystic Mansion, sixteen years old!"

"Who is this young man? Sixteen years old, and already at the First Level of the Mystic Realm, with mystic power even slightly stronger than Li Hao. Why have I never seen him before?" The elders of the New Moon Mystic Mansion looked at each other in surprise.

"No need to wonder. He is indeed our disciple, but he only joined today at noon. He is the grandson of an old friend of mine," Sikong Han explained to the other elders, but his brows were furrowed with worry. Yun Che's mystic power was indeed slightly stronger than Li Hao's, but only slightly, almost on par. Li Hao had been severely injured by Xuan Yu, and Yun Che would likely face the same fate, at best lasting a few more moves. If he got injured just after joining the Mystic Mansion, he would feel guilty towards Xiao Lie, but in this situation, the challenged had to accept the challenge, and those who stepped forward couldn't be stopped. He could only watch helplessly, hoping Yun Che wouldn't be seriously injured.

"Brother-in-law... be careful! He... he is too strong..." Xia Yuanba, holding his chest, said painfully.

Yun Che's words made Xuan Yu pause, then he burst into laughter as if hearing the funniest joke in the world: "Hahahaha, are you warning me? Threatening me? Wanting to turn the tables? Haha... Hahahaha! With you? Hahahaha..."

Xuan Yu's laughter was wild and grating, but no one thought it was arrogant. After laughing for a long time, he said with disdain, "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that in the sixteen-year-olds of the New Moon Mystic Mansion, there would be someone on par with Li Hao. This level is impressive in New Moon City, but unfortunately, you met me today. Since you have the courage to challenge me, how about I give you a special treatment?"

Xuan Yu slowly extended five fingers in front of Yun Che, wiggling them, "Five moves! If you can last more than five moves, you win this spar. How about it?"

"Hahahaha, Brother Xuan Yu, you are really giving him a lot of credit." The Mystic Heart Sect side burst into laughter.

At the main table, Qin Wuyou, who had been silent since the "spar" began, finally showed a slight reaction. He silently watched Yun Che's calm eyes, unaffected by Xuan Yu's laughter and mockery, and sighed inwardly: This kid is not simple.

"Are you done talking?" Yun Che said coldly.

"Oh! You are... ah, Yun Che, right? Don't just stand there. If you want to start, just attack. At least that way, you can make a move. If I go first, you might not get a chance to move at all." Xuan Yu crossed his arms, smiling.

"Hmph," Yun Che also smiled. Without another word, his body suddenly moved forward, his left hand stretching out, aiming straight for Xuan Yu's neck.

"What? No mystic techniques at all?" Xuan Yu's smile became more mocking, his eyes half-closed. Just as Yun Che's left arm was about two feet from his face, Xuan Yu's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Yun Che's left wrist, and precisely holding it in his palm...

A sinister smile appeared on Xuan Yu's lips. Just as he was about to surge his mystic power to break Yun Che's wrist, his hand, which had clearly grabbed Yun Che's wrist, felt empty... his fingers passed through Yun Che's wrist, grabbing nothing! And Yun Che's figure disappeared as if it had turned to mist...

At the same time, a gust of wind came from his right side. In his shock, he had no time to react...

"SLAP!!"

A resounding slap echoed throughout the main hall, heard clearly by everyone, as if it had struck their own faces. Xuan Yu was sent flying, spinning 1440 degrees in the air before landing heavily.

This slap, Yun Che had used his full strength without any reservation. He wiped his slightly red right hand on his clothes and said calmly, "First move."

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