Chapter 4

However, what made Lin Feng and his companion's hearts sink was that they saw a burst of light explode from Shen Daofeng's chest, blocking Shen Lang's swift kick. In the end, Shen Daofeng did not fly out, but Shen Lang retreated three steps!

"Ha ha ha, you trash, you actually dare to fight me? I am at the ninth level of the Force Martial Realm! And I'm wearing a black gold banded iron armor. Even if you use all your strength, you can't possibly break through my defense. Want to fight me? Prepare to die!" Shen Daofeng tore off his white robe and threw it aside, revealing a black gold chest armor, and laughed wildly.

At this moment, more and more people gathered in the forest, and many saw the commotion and gathered around.

Tayun Academy did not prohibit fighting, as long as no one died. You could fight until the sky turned dark, of course, if you damaged the teaching facilities, you had to pay for them, or else you would be in trouble.

"Sigh, this Shen Lang, he usually just sleeps in class. How can he be so impulsive, daring to fight Shen Daofeng, who is already at the ninth level of the Force Martial Realm? Isn't he just asking for death?"

"Yes, he can't cultivate at all, and he's only at the second level of the Force Martial Realm. Even without the black gold banded iron armor, Shen Daofeng could crush him in a moment. The cultivation gap is just too great."

"This Shen Daofeng looks fat and big-eared, but he's actually quite cunning. Look at this time, the timing is perfect. Just when that little demon girl Xue Dang didn't come to the academy, he seized the opportunity..."

Almost no one in the crowd was optimistic about Shen Lang, as the cultivation gap was simply too large.

Even if Shen Daofeng were to suffer a loss, the group of people behind him would rush forward, and Shen Lang and his two companions would only be beaten up.

The more they resisted, the worse they would be beaten.

Of course, the possibility of Shen Daofeng suffering a loss was clearly impossible, at least not at the hands of Shen Lang. Shen Lang had been called a waste for ten years, and the "Heavenly Pulse Saint Body" was personally identified by the Dean, so it couldn't be wrong.

Moreover, everyone in Tayun Academy knew clearly that Shen Lang had indeed slept for ten years, a full ten years!

For such a waste to defeat Shen Daofeng, who was at the ninth level of the Force Martial Realm and wearing black gold banded iron armor, the sun would have to rise in the west!

Just as Shen Lang and Shen Daofeng were facing off, a girl in silver armor walked from the other side of the forest. She was about the same age as Shen Lang, around sixteen years old. Her slender figure was barely concealed by the heavy armor, and her flying golden hair shone like gold in the sunset. Her fair face and delicate features made her a beauty who could attract all eyes wherever she went.

However, the perpetual coldness on her face made people fear and keep their distance.

"Senior Qinghan, Shen Daofeng is dueling someone over there. Don't you want to take a look?"

Yè Qīnghán's expression remained unchanged as she coldly said, "A waste who has been enhanced to the ninth level of the Force Martial Realm with drugs, what's there to see? Who can he defeat?"

As she was about to pass the girl, the girl widened her eyes and weakly said, "But... the one he's dueling is Shen Lang, the one whose father proposed to your family and was rejected, the waste Shen Lang!"

"Oh, it's him..." Yè Qīnghán's pace slowed, and her eyes flickered.

At this moment, Shen Lang and Shen Daofeng's bodies separated again. It seemed that Shen Daofeng, who had grown tired of the cat and mouse game, had his fat body squeezed thinner, and a misty green giant python appeared behind him. A fierce gale rapidly formed in the python's mouth at this moment!

Several cries of surprise came from the crowd...

"Shen Daofeng can't hold his temper. He's already using his martial soul after just a short fight."

"A ninth-level Force Martial Realm expert using his martial soul against a second-level Force Martial Realm waste, if this gets out, people will laugh at him."

"Shen Lang is finished. A full-strength punch from a ninth-level Force Martial Realm, the third level of the Shen Family's Yellow Rank technique, the Tyrant Dragon Fist, and the green flame gale from the Sky Splitting Python martial soul. Damn, Shen Daofeng wants to cripple Shen Lang in one move! That's too cruel!"

"What, do you pity Shen Lang? This guy is too stupid. Facing such a strong opponent, he still insists on fighting. This is his fate. If he takes this move, he'll probably never be a figure in Tayun Academy again, no, a waste."

A mocking look appeared in Yè Qīnghán's eyes in the crowd, and she said coldly, "Though fast, his strength is insufficient. When the opponent's martial soul is gathering power, he doesn't take the opportunity to attack but waits for the opponent to gather strength. With such a large cultivation gap, he still dares to fight. This isn't just a waste, it's a fool."

After saying this, she shook her head lightly and walked out.

"Senior Qinghan, aren't you going to watch?"

"Watch what? Watch the blood and flesh fly?" Yè Qīnghán said without turning her head.

"Ha ha ha ha! Shen Lang, are you very shocked and jealous of my martial soul behind me? Do you want to taste the power of my martial soul? Now I'll show you the insurmountable gap between those with and without a martial soul!" Shen Daofeng laughed wildly.

Shen Lang raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "I just wanted to see the power of your trash martial soul. Otherwise, why would I let you play around for so long? Do you really think that just because you're wearing a turtle shell, I can't do anything to you? I can destroy your armor with just two fingers."

"Tsk! This Shen Lang kid must be scared silly to say such crazy things! Unless you have a cultivation of at least the third level of the Qi Martial Realm, who can break through the defense of black gold banded iron armor with just their fists? If he had a spirit weapon in his hand, it would be different, but to speak so arrogantly with bare hands!"

"This is normal. Shen Daofeng is at the ninth level of the Force Martial Realm, wearing black gold banded iron armor, and has the Sky Splitting Python martial soul. This is too much bullying. It's normal for Shen Lang to gain a bit of verbal advantage... It's just too pitiful. If he gains a verbal advantage now, he'll suffer more after being injured by Shen Daofeng."

"He deserves it for not knowing his limits. In the face of such an enemy, running away is the best choice!"

"Shao Lang, don't fight, let's run..." Lin Feng and his companion almost cried out.

At this moment, the giant python martial soul behind Shen Daofeng had completed its gathering. His right fist glowed with spiritual light and struck toward Shen Lang.

At the same time, the giant python behind him opened its mouth, and a black, ink-like gale shot toward Shen Lang at incredible speed.

"Arrogant! Die, waste! Tyrant Dragon Fist, third form, Dragon Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

Shen Daofeng's punch at the peak of the ninth level of the Force Martial Realm was indeed astonishing. The terrifying fist wind whistled and arrived in an instant, leaving Shen Lang no chance to dodge!

"What kind of Tyrant Dragon Fist, it's just trash. Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha!" Shen Lang lightly shouted, his hands forming a circle as if making a pocket, and he quickly rotated with the huge fist wind. The keen-eyed immediately saw a faint light circle form between his hands, capturing the entire fist wind.

In the next second, something that made everyone's jaws drop happened. Shen Lang seemed to catch a ball with an invisible pocket and casually sent it to the side!

The fierce fist wind that Shen Daofeng had unleashed changed direction and directly hit the group of people following him.

"Boom!"

"My God!"

Immediately, a chorus of cries filled the sky, and the group of lackeys, caught off guard, were knocked flying!

The more powerful among them were at most at the fifth or sixth level of the Force Martial Realm, several levels below Shen Daofeng, and they were completely unprepared.

This punch immediately inflicted severe injuries on the people at the front, who spat blood and couldn't even speak...

Before everyone could react, something even more shocking happened. As soon as Shen Lang sent the fist wind away, the gale from the Sky Splitting Python was already close, and he had no way to dodge!

However, on this day, Shen Lang was determined to shock everyone to the core. He stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and with a sound like an explosion in the air, he flew backward.

Taking advantage of the moment to create a bit of distance from the gale, he made a move that stunned everyone!

He transformed his fist into a palm and sliced the gale ball several times with incredible speed, as if cutting a watermelon with a sharp knife...

Subsequently, the terrifying gale ball from the Sky Splitting Python really split into pieces in the air and disappeared, as if it had never existed!

"Damn, is this a ghost...?" Everyone rubbed their eyes frantically, unable to believe what they had just seen.

"Redirecting the fist wind might be due to his cultivation of a powerful technique, but the gale from the Sky Splitting Python, which can tear through black iron, is not a real watermelon..."

Yè Qīnghán, who had just taken a few steps, turned around with a look of surprise and muttered, "This... is impossible!"

The crowd watching was stunned, Yè Qīnghán was stunned, Su Hen and Lin Feng were stunned, and even Shen Daofeng on the field was stunned.

Shen Daofeng's powerful strike, which he had been preparing for a long time, was not to defeat Shen Lang but to cripple him completely!

After all, his father was now bedridden with a serious illness and was no longer the clan leader. His sister had gone to the capital's Jialan Academy. Even if he crippled Shen Lang, no one would stand up for him...

All he could think about was how badly Shen Lang would be injured and the scene of him beating and scolding Shen Lang to vent his anger after the injury.

There was absolutely no possibility of this outcome, not even a sliver of a chance!

But now...

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