Chapter 57

Zheng Shiyi, with disdain in his eyes, interrupted, "You talk too much, are you just good at talking?"

Zheng Song knew he couldn't argue with the other, so he simply got into a fighting stance and said, "Since you don't want to live a few more breaths, I'll grant your wish! Try the Blazing Fist I've cultivated in our Xuanming sect!"

Nine qi wheels instantly blossomed, channeling true qi into the movement, entering Zheng Song's fist. The calloused back of his hand turned bright red in an instant, like a cooked crab.

However, this bright red fist emitted intense heat! Even Zheng Shiyi, standing several meters away, could easily feel the heat from the fist.

Tian Kun's pupils contracted to needle-like points, the muscles on his face twitched lightly and quickly, and he was inwardly alarmed. Zheng Song, a genius of the Zheng family, had cultivated the Blazing Fist! It was rumored to take no less than five years to master! He had only been in the sect for a year, and he had already mastered it?

Zheng Song, with the nine wheels of true qi bursting, charged forward like lightning, his figure swift like a mountain spirit. His scorching fist, in a chopping motion, locked onto Zheng Shiyi's head from high to low.

Enemies met! Zheng Shiyi made no attempt to hide his killing intent, which instantly spread throughout his body. His fists clenched, making cracking sounds, his right foot stepped forward with the force of thunder, his right hand wrapped around and sank to the left, his left arm twisted to the chest, and his palm thrust forward like a knife, directly targeting the Blazing Fist.

The fist and palm collided, producing a deafening sound of bone and true qi clashing. The sleeves of both men shattered under the impact, revealing their muscular arms.

One palm for one fist! Both bodies shook simultaneously, neither stepping back even half a step!

Zheng Song's heart surged with waves of surprise. He had cultivated the Blazing Fist, which others needed five years to master, and no one in the top twenty of the风云榜 (Fengyun Ranking) could withstand a single strike! How could this waste, whose martial soul was extracted, manage to do it?

Zheng Shiyi slashed with his palm, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. Besides disdain, there was also a hint of surprise in his eyes. This despicable dog, who only betrayed others for benefits, could have such cultivation and combat power! How many people had he betrayed in the sect?

One fist not enough? Zheng Song's thoughts moved as fast as lightning. While surprised, his second fist, hidden in his waist, lunged out like a fierce tiger, aiming straight for Zheng Shiyi's chest.

One fist not enough, then another! If still not enough! Then another! Another! Another! There must be one fist that can knock you down! With my nine-wheel cultivation, my true qi is abundant! How can you be my match!

Zheng Song's eyes gradually turned red, the power of the Blazing Fist continuously rising, colliding with Zheng Shiyi's second palm, which slashed out from his left rib.

The two moved at high speed on the stage, their fists and feet colliding rapidly. Each collision produced a stunning boom, and the ground of the stage was unknowingly shattered.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Both had the intention to kill each other, and their attacks grew heavier in the battle! Each collision produced a shockwave that forced the spectators closest to the stage to step back several steps.

"These two are so strong..."

"One has been in the sect for a year... the other for just the first year... are the newbies nowadays so powerful?"

The onlookers couldn't even blink, watching the two men and exclaiming in amazement.

"Boom!"

A dull sound came from the collision!

Then... everyone saw Zheng Song being pushed back several steps, his face not looking good, and a streak of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Shiyi took several steps back, a cold smile on his face, wiping away the faint blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, "You, this dog who lives by betraying others, have been in the sect for a year... and you're just like this..."

The words "just like this" deeply wounded Zheng Song's pride. As the most outstanding newcomer in the past year, he was supposed to become the most outstanding newcomer in the outer sect in the next two years!

Now! He was being suppressed by a newcomer who had been in the sect for less than three months, and was even a waste whose martial soul had been extracted!

He couldn't bear it... He couldn't bear it! Zheng Song's chest heaved violently, forcing down his injuries, his brows furrowed, roaring inwardly, I, Zheng Song, cannot be suppressed by you for the rest of my life!

"How can this be?"

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

Zheng Song, at least, was at the ninth level of the Qi Wheel Realm, and his strength was undeniable! Moreover, he had just received the affirmation of Tian Kun, the tenth on the Fengyun Ranking, who said he would definitely defeat Zheng Shiyi.

But... now... the direction of the battle was completely different from Tian Kun's prediction!

Many people looked at Tian Kun with doubt.

Tian Kun's face changed slightly, his cold eyes staring at Zheng Shiyi, who had pushed Zheng Song back, "Zheng Song reached the ninth level of the Qi Wheel Realm in just one year, and I thought... he was the biggest threat to my position on the Fengyun Ranking."

"I didn't expect this kid to be the one! I can't let him develop further."

The Fengyun Ranking was a list set up by the sect to select and cultivate outstanding outer sect disciples.

All outer sect disciples could participate in the competition for this list, and those ranked in the top one hundred would naturally enter the list.

The higher the ranking on the list, the more resources from the sect one would receive. Therefore, anyone on the list hoped to have a higher ranking.

Tian Kun was ranked tenth on the list, and he naturally wanted to eliminate anyone who threatened his position.

Zheng Song's progress over the past year had indeed brought him a significant shock. In his view, Zheng Song's current cultivation was not as high as his own, but given some time, he would surpass him.

Who would have thought that Zheng Shiyi would beat Zheng Song to such an extent!

Zheng Shiyi had unknowingly entered Tian Kun's list of people to watch.

Zheng Song calmed his anger and injuries, still unable to believe that he was at a disadvantage. Was this really the waste who had his supreme soul extracted and was almost dead a year ago?

After a brief moment of surprise, Zheng Song quickly calmed down. He clapped lightly and adjusted his body, smiling, "Interesting! Your progress has indeed surprised me! But do you think you can defeat me with just your current strength?"

"Don't forget, you don't have a martial soul, while I do!"

Zheng Song's face showed a proud arrogance, and a brownish light appeared on his exposed skin, which gathered more and more! Eventually, it formed patterned rocks tightly adhering to his skin, leaving only his eyes moving.

Martial soul rocks!

"Rock martial soul, that's a rock martial soul!"

In the crowd, someone immediately recognized Zheng Song's martial soul!

"The martial souls in the Hanwu Continent come in various forms, and those who possess them are not many! It's said that in our sect, out of a hundred people, only one will have a martial soul."

"Who would have thought that Zheng Song would have a martial soul! And it's even a rock martial soul that greatly enhances defense!"

"I've also heard... a rock martial soul can instantly increase the user's defense, making them harder and more resilient. Although it's not a genuine martial soul, it's still considered powerful among ordinary martial souls..."

"It's said... a rock martial soul can resist attacks from people three levels higher than oneself."

"In that case, can people of the same level defeat someone with a rock martial soul?"

Looking at Zheng Song again, these people felt more envy than admiration.

Tian Kun, who had already placed Zheng Shiyi on his list of people to watch, could no longer suppress his unease, "Truly unexpected! Zheng Song has a rock martial soul."

"Zheng Shiyi... is in danger... but after this match, I must find a way to eliminate Zheng Song! Otherwise, he might threaten my ranking position."

A martial artist beside Tian Kun leaned in and whispered, "Kun, I didn't expect this kid to have a martial soul. He might be a threat to you in the future."

Tian Kun glanced at him and sneered, "Among the top ten on the outer sect's Fengyun Ranking, who doesn't have a martial soul?"

Zheng Song's body moved slightly, and the entire life-and-death stage shook three times.

Seeing Zheng Song in such a state, some people began to pity Zheng Shiyi, "This guy is indeed strong, but unfortunately, he's up against someone with a rock martial soul!"

"If he dies at this person's hands, it would be worth it!"

Not far away, Su Jingdan, with tears in her eyes, wished she were the one standing on the life-and-death stage, not Zheng Shiyi.

She wanted to intervene but was held back by Wu Dong, "Once you step onto the life-and-death stage, no one can interfere. If you go over rashly, you'll only risk your life!"

"Big Brother Zheng!" Su Jingdan, unable to go over, could only call out Zheng Shiyi's name from a distance.

Zheng Song's lips curled with a cold smile, "You really are popular with girls! Someone in your family has a crush on you, and here you've even hooked up with a spirit doctor? But it's a pity... women can't make you stronger!"

"Iron Rock Fist!"

Zheng Song stomped his foot, and the entire life-and-death stage seemed to collapse. His fist, carrying a vast momentum, roared toward Zheng Shiyi.

This punch! The layers of dust it stirred up blocked everyone's view, and many people were blown back by the massive wind force, trying to avoid the impact!

"Idiot! Do you need to shout the name of your fist technique? Are you afraid others won't know what you've practiced?"

Zheng Shiyi's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, his fists making "crack" sounds. He stepped forward, and with the force of thunder, charged toward Zheng Song.

Thunder Fist, as swift as thunder!

The moment Zheng Shiyi swung his fist, a faint sound of thunder could be heard in the sky.

"Idiot!"

Zheng Song spat out two words, the Thunder Fist was indeed powerful! When cultivated to the extreme, it could produce up to nine thunderclaps, and the force it brought was indeed significant! But that was for martial artists who had just entered the martial path!

The special ability of the rock martial soul alone was enough to increase the body's hardness several times over, far beyond what nine thunderclaps could penetrate! To be precise, even dozens of nine thunderclaps couldn't penetrate!

Such was the confidence! This was the power of the martial soul!

"Boom!"

The moment Zheng Song narrowed his eyes, the two fists charging toward each other collided, producing a deafening sound.

Many people covered their ears.

For a moment, time seemed to stop, and neither of the two who collided was pushed back.

Zheng Song's eyes showed even more joy, and he sneered, "Do you feel your bones breaking, unable to even fly back?"

However, before he could finish, a "boom" sound came from the colliding fists, each sound louder than the last, and by the end, it was ten sounds!

No! Not just the tenth sound! There was even an eleventh thunderclap!

"Eleven? How did it break the limit of nine?"

Zheng Song understood what these sounds meant, clearly the Thunder Fist!

But what he couldn't understand was, the Thunder Fist, as swift as thunder, even when cultivated to the extreme, could produce at most nine thunderclaps to enhance the punch, how could it produce a tenth and even an eleventh thunderclap?

He vaguely felt that the fist at the collision point was a bit painful, and this pain slowly spread, eventually reaching his entire arm!

His chest felt as if it had been hit by a hammer, causing intense pain.

His feet loosened, and his body flew back several meters...

"Spit..."

A mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth!

Only at this moment did Zheng Song realize that the rock martial soul had not withstood the impact of the Thunder Fist... his body was already injured!

"How can he be so strong without a martial soul?" Zheng Song, while rapidly retreating, marveled at Zheng Shiyi's strength.

His rock martial soul couldn't even resist this guy's attack. With the hatred this guy had for him, he would surely use all his strength!

"It seems I can't survive today without taking those two pills!"

Zheng Song rapidly retreated, trying to increase the distance between him and Zheng Shiyi.

"Zheng Song is retreating again!"

The onlookers were so surprised that their eyes almost popped out.

In their impression, the rock martial soul was a symbol of invincibility, and few people were willing to provoke someone with a rock martial soul.

In their view, even if Zheng Song stood still and let Zheng Shiyi attack with all his might, he wouldn't suffer any harm.

Especially since Zheng Song was the one who initiated the attack, his punch was something Zheng Shiyi couldn't possibly block.

But what no one could have imagined, the impossible, happened again! That unremarkable youth, Zheng Shiyi, once again burst with astonishing combat power!

"How strong is this guy?"

More and more people looked at Zheng Shiyi with puzzled eyes.

Tian Kun's face showed panic. The combat power Zheng Song displayed with the rock martial soul was astonishing. If he had to resist that "Iron Rock Fist," he wouldn't have a 30% chance of success.

He didn't expect that not only did Zheng Shiyi resist it, but he also severely injured Zheng Song.

Such terrifying strength, if allowed to develop, would inevitably affect his position on the Fengyun Ranking.

"Die! This person must die!"

Tian Kun stared at Zheng Shiyi, as if he had already become his target.

Su Jingdan and Wu Dong, seeing Zheng Shiyi repel Zheng Song, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed, "My brother Wu Dong, is he just an ordinary person? That Zheng Song, could he really be a threat to him?"

As for the remaining disciples of the Zheng family, their faces were ashen, almost collapsing. Zheng Song was the family's key cultivation target, and if he failed here today, no one would be spared.

PS: There will be two more updates tonight, before 10 PM.

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