Chapter 9

"Roar of the Tiger, Chant of the Dragon —— Sword Qi stretches across the green mist!"

"Boom!"

Yang Qingxuan was surrounded by surging waves of energy, like an endless ocean, transforming into the image of a dragon and tiger in fierce combat, rising up in a furious manner, exuding the demeanor of a grandmaster!

This martial art technique originated from two historical anecdotes of the Huaxia nation.

In the past, the national master of Tubo, Jiumozhi, went to Dali's Tianlong Temple to seek the "Six Pulse Sword Canon." Inside the temple, he used the "Flame Blade" technique to battle the "Six Pulse Sword Formation," causing the sword qi to pierce the heavens, while Duan Yu, amidst the swirling green mist, comprehended the sword intent.

The second anecdote was about the great hero Qiaofeng, who, to save Azhu, single-handedly stormed Juxian Manor, using the "Taizu Long Fist" to defeat all the heroes and valiant figures, his roar shaking the mountains and his dragon chant startling the nine heavens.

Yang Qingxuan, yearning for the grandeur of martial arts in those days, after painstaking research and contemplation, combined the fist intent of "Taizu Long Fist," the palm force of "Flame Blade," and the sword intent of "Six Pulse Sword," creating this move, "Roar of the Tiger, Chant of the Dragon —— Sword Qi stretches across the green mist!"

Yang Qingxuan's martial arts level was indeed not much to speak of in the Xuan Ye Continent, but his insight into martial techniques and his martial heart far surpassed all the students.

This move was his strongest attack, combining fist, palm, and finger techniques. How could Zuo Feng withstand it?

Under the roar of the tiger and the chant of the dragon, Zuo Feng's face suddenly turned pale, his pupils filled with extreme fear!

He opened his mouth wide, trying to call for help, but the surging waves of energy, transforming into a dragon and tiger in combat, pressed down on his internal organs, making it impossible for him to utter a sound!

"Boom!"

Zuo Feng's "Earth-Crushing Fist" instantly disintegrated, and he was thrown back as if by an explosion. The blue stone bricks beneath his feet shattered with a loud crack, spreading out in a spider web pattern.

"Spit!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zuo Feng's entire body bled profusely. He fell heavily to the edge of the platform, shattering the blue stone bricks and sliding down, leaving a shocking, over ten-meter-long blood trail!

The students below the platform saw Zuo Feng fall and shouted in shock, scattering in a panic, completely terrified!

Zuo Feng fell heavily to the ground again, raising a cloud of dust.

Above the terrifying blood trail, countless fragments of long robes danced in the air, like snowflakes, mourning the defeated.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that a pin could be heard!

At the Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Realm, Zuo Feng had displayed the strength of the Tenth Level, making him an outstanding existence in Class Three.

Even ordinary Tenth Level Qi Martial Realm experts would have to exert considerable effort to deal with that "Earth-Crushing Fist," but Yang Qingxuan had defeated it with a single move. Judging from Zuo Feng's current state, he was likely crippled!

"When did this fool become so powerful?"

"Could it be that everything he said before was true, and he has been tolerating us all along?"

The students of Class Three were pale with fear, especially those who had bullied Yang Qingxuan. Their teeth chattered uncontrollably, like a sieve.

Qin Zhen was shocked, his heart trembling. "Grand Completion of the Qi Martial Realm!" His gaze fell on Zuo Feng, who looked as if he would either die or be crippled.

Although Zuo Feng was his student, everything was his own fault.

Qin Zhen glanced at Yu Liang and said coldly, "Teacher Yu Liang, did the students in your class observe Yang Qingxuan's move clearly? Did they recognize the gap between them? They should practice even harder when they return."

Slap!

Yu Liang felt as if he had been slapped in the face, his cheeks burning with shame and anger. He glared at Qin Zhen, unable to speak.

Qin Zhen sneered, "Do the students in Class Four want to come up and spar with our students? I saw that you were all very enthusiastic just now. You can't leave with your faces in the dirt, can you?"

The students of Class Four were all filled with fear, lowering their heads, afraid that their teacher would really make them go up. Many of them involuntarily took a step back.

What a joke!

Yang Qingxuan's attack just now was at least at the Spirit Martial Realm level!

Although there were a few students in the class who had awakened their martial souls, they had all been injured by the "Martial Soul Suppression" earlier and did not dare to challenge Yang Qingxuan rashly.

"Humph!"

Yu Liang felt he had no face to stay, so he flicked his sleeve, stomped his foot, and led his class away in disgrace.

"Ha ha ha, scram!"

The students of Class Three raised their brows and let out a collective whistle, cheering as Class Four slunk away. But when they looked at the graceful young man, they could not hide their fear.

Yang Qingxuan said calmly, "Classmates, is there anyone else who wants to be a chicken or a dog? Come up together, and I'll fulfill your wish."

His gaze swept across the crowd, and all the students were deeply shaken, none daring to meet his eyes, all lowering their heads.

Only Zuo Heng stared at him with eyes like a venomous snake, his heart filled with rage: "This boy has beaten Zuo Feng like this, clearly slapping me in the face in public, not only not taking me seriously but also not taking the Zuo family seriously."

He glanced at Wu Qiyue, seeing her radiant and Yang Qingxuan standing tall and graceful on the platform, his jealousy and murderous intent flaring up!

"Bold! How dare you hurt someone from the Zuo family, asking for death!"

Zuo Heng suddenly sprang up without warning, his figure flashing onto the platform, a palm strike sending a gust of wind toward Yang Qingxuan!

Zuo Heng, though seemingly graceful, had a narrow mind and had long considered Wu Qiyue his exclusive possession. Any other boy who looked at her too much would be beaten up.

Today, Yang Qingxuan had stolen the limelight in front of Wu Qiyue, and he was already on his hit list.

"Stop!"

Wu Qiyue was too late to react, shouting in anger.

Yang Qingxuan's martial intent was extremely sharp, and he had been on guard. When the wind of the palm strike came, he thought, "So strong!"

Under the palm, a faint light appeared, as if a mountain was pressing down from a distance, compressing the air and producing a piercing whistle!

In that instant, Yang Qingxuan understood that this young man was the strongest opponent he had ever faced!

But he was not panicked. Although Zuo Heng's strength was above his, if he released the power within the mark, he could kill him!

He was not afraid, raising his right hand to gather finger strength, a circle of pale red light gathering at his fingertips.

Suddenly, a figure darted forward, and it was Qin Zhen who acted.

His body moved like a dragon, his qi like a water dragon. Qin Zhen pointed with two fingers, the sound of the air breaking coming from his fingertips, extremely sharp!

Zuo Heng's face darkened, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. The finger strength was specifically designed to counter his palm wind, and his cultivation was not as high as Qin Zhen's.

In a panic, he could not retract his palm in time and could only increase his power to forcefully press forward!

"Bang!"

Finger and palm met, energy bursting out, both of them being pushed back.

Qin Zhen's body flipped in the air, landing lightly beside Yang Qingxuan. Zuo Heng, on the other hand, took three steps back, the difference in strength clear.

"Qin Zhen! How dare you attack me?!"

Zuo Heng, having lost face in front of Wu Qiyue, shouted in anger.

Qin Zhen remained calm, giving him a cold glance. "What? You represent the Zuo family, and I represent Tiancong Academy. Is the Zuo family going to hold the academy accountable, or declare war on the academy?"

As he spoke, his gaze inadvertently swept over Yang Qingxuan's fingertips, feeling a bit surprised.

Zuo Heng's palm strike was extremely domineering, and only finger techniques could counter it. In a situation where his cultivation was lower, this was the most skillful method.

However, the person who could see through this must have a very high understanding of martial intent. How did Yang Qingxuan know? Was it just a coincidence?