C108 Killing Was Not a Sin!(1)

Facing Bu Qianshan's all-out sword strike, Woo Zhengyang was no longer careless. Clenching his fists, he channeled his energy into his arms, pushing the "Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist" to its peak. Woo Zhengyang's arms turned a fiery red, especially his fists, which seemed to blaze with fire. This was the power of his inner energy, igniting into a fiery aura around his fists.

Everyone was momentarily stunned by this fiery aura. While such auras were common, they'd never seen one so vividly red. Even from a distance, they could feel its intense heat. As he punched, the air in front of Woo Zhengyang seemed to ignite, his punch force surpassing Bu Qianshan's sword strike by a margin. More impressive was Woo Zhengyang's own presence.

His punch directly met the blade of Bu Qianshan's sword. The crowd understood their earlier shock when Woo Zhengyang casually deflected the sword with his palm; after all, he had only touched the flat of the blade. It showcased Woo Zhengyang's formidable strength and unparalleled control over the battle's rhythm.

Woo Zhengyang stood firm, meeting Bu Qianshan's Dragon River Sword head-on with his bare fists. This wasn't about skill anymore; it was about sheer strength. Even though everyone had witnessed Woo Zhengyang's formidable power, they couldn't help but imagine his arm being split in two by the sword. It was the most logical outcome.

Facing off against a top-tier sword with just his fists was something even a master at the Reality Condensing Stage wouldn't dare attempt.

A crisp "ding" echoed, making everyone blink in surprise, then widen their eyes in disbelief. In the arena, the force of Woo's punch shattered, and the sword's gleam faded. Woo Zhengyang stood with his fist raised, while Bu Qianshan's long sword hovered above it, as if time had frozen.

Bu Qianshan's Dragon River Sword was indeed stopped by Woo Zhengyang's bare fists.

The shock hadn't yet left their faces when the crowd was thrown into further astonishment, as if witnessing something terrifying. With a "clink," Bu Qianshan's sword broke right where Woo Zhengyang's fist had struck.

The fact that bare fists could block a top-tier sword was already astounding. Breaking the sword with a single punch left everyone in disbelief, their mouths agape in shock.

As for Bu Qianshan himself, he was so dumbfounded that he forgot to react, staring at Woo Zhengyang's fist as if he'd seen a ghost.

At that moment, Woo Zhengyang executed the ninth step of the "Dragon Countering Nine Steps," landing a kick on Bu Qianshan's leg.

"Crack..."

Bu Qianshan's leg snapped, sending him flying in an awkward position.

"This can't be happening!" Bu Qianshan knelt on the ground, sweat instantly beading on his forehead, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. As the second-ranked student of the outer division at the Heavenly Martial Academy, he had been defeated—and by a novice body-tempering disciple from the Profound Heaven Sect, no less.

Woo Zhengyang dodging and deflecting his sword was one thing, but breaking the Longchuan Sword with a single punch? What kind of power was that?

In truth, it was quite explainable. Woo Zhengyang, fueled by anger, unleashed the "Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist" at its peak, combined with the burning force of the Profound Heaven Fire. The breaking of the Longchuan Sword was not surprising.

Woo Zhengyang had no intention of explaining this to Bu Qianshan. He simply continued walking forward.

"Everyone, attack together! We must take him down!" Bu Qianshan shouted to his fellow students from the Heavenly Martial Academy as he saw Woo Zhengyang approaching, completely forgetting his earlier boast about facing Woo Zhengyang one-on-one.

The students, just recovering from their shock, were taken aback by Bu Qianshan's words. If even he couldn't withstand three moves, who among them could possibly stand a chance?

"You cowards, what are you afraid of? Does he have three heads and six arms?" Bu Qianshan roared as he saw the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Academy hesitating.

Then, noticing the three from the Profound Heaven Sect slowly retreating, he said coldly, "You three, since you've stepped up, don't back down now. Otherwise, even if he spares you, once we take him down, our academy will deal with you."

The three froze at Bu Qianshan's words, realizing there was no way out.

With a shared glance, the group finally found some confidence. The Heavenly Martial Academy had eleven people, and with the three from the Profound Heaven Sect, there were fourteen in total. Surely, they could take on one man, even if he was at the early stage of the Reality Condensing Stage.

With this thought, everyone summoned their strongest martial skills and charged at Woo Zhengyang.

Woo Zhengyang watched it all unfold, his face showing no emotion. From the moment they provoked him, he had decided to unleash his fury, teaching them the consequences of their actions.

He executed the Dragon Countering Nine Steps, and a flurry of palm shadows filled the air. This time, Woo Zhengyang's palm shadows numbered thirty-six.

Through countless battles, his Azure Cloud Embracing Moon Palm had finally reached a proficient level.

A student from the Heavenly Martial Academy, wielding a knife, charged forward. As he slashed at Woo Zhengyang, his body began to retreat.