C14 A Battle You Deserve It?

Chu Mingyang was truly angered.

He clenched his two huge fists, and crisp sounds came from his joints. The muscles on his upper body tensed up as he said, "Chu Liyue, you trash. Do you dare to fight with me?"

So what if she was a high and mighty young miss? Now, he was just a trash who had lost both his parents and the Cultivation Level!

Since five years ago, when he first saw that young miss who was regarded as the most important person by everyone, he had felt a sense of excitement in his blood.

Now, the opportunity he had been anticipating for countless days had finally arrived.

"A battle?" You think you're worthy? "

Chu Qingxiu and Chu Gaoyi were extremely nervous.

It was true that Chu Mingyang was a tyrannical person, but he was a cultivator after all. Not only that, he was also good at close combat. The young miss had lost her Cultivation Level and she rarely refined her body, so how could she be his match?

Moreover, how many of Chu Mingyang's opponents could survive? Either he died on the spot, or he couldn't be cured.

The two of them looked at each other with burning anxiousness, but they did not dare to openly question the actions of the young miss.

The people who were practicing in the training field slowly gathered around.

Just now, Chu Mingyang had defeated two of the Chu Clan private guards and heavily injured them, causing everyone on the training grounds to retreat, afraid that they would be the next to challenge him.

Now there was actually someone who could fight Chu Mingyang? It was actually the young miss?

Those who had the information began to explain in a low voice: "I heard that First Miss had met with an accident during the trial. The Profound Bead s have been destroyed. The Cultivation Level s have all been lost."

In just one sentence, as the disciples of Chu Clan who had grown up in a large clan, they all understood the cause and effect of this matter.

No wonder Chu Mingyang dared to provoke the young miss.

It's just a pity, how could she lose her Profound Bead? This sort of thing was rarely seen even in Profound Origin Continent.

Chu Mingyang's eyes were blood-red and his expression was fierce, revealing a mouth full of dense white teeth, as if he was ready to swallow someone up, "Whether you are worthy or not, young miss will be able to experience it for herself."

He stuck out his thick tongue and licked his lips. His gaze seemed to be fixed on Chu Liyue's slender white neck. If it was any other girl, just this gaze alone would have been enough to make her want to retreat in fear.

Chu Liyue walked over to Chu Mingyang calmly, "Since that's the case, you can do it."

Chu Mingyang laughed out loud from anger, "Young miss, you think you're a genius at the seventh circulation? Let me use my fist to tell you, without the Profound Bead, you are just trash! "

Before he could finish his sentence, Chu Mingyang had already exerted all his strength into his legs, and jumped towards Chu Liyue like an arrow that had left the bow.

A gigantic bronze fist smashed towards Chu Liyue's face.

However, Chu Liyue stood motionlessly on the spot.

It's over. Is Eldest Miss scared silly, or is she unable to react in time? Without the Profound Bead, all these years of accumulated Profound Strength had disappeared, and the reaction of his body was greatly reduced.

Everyone tensed their bodies, so much so that their eyes were closed, unable to bear the scene of Chu Liyue's face being smashed until blood flew everywhere.

A twisted smile appeared on Chu Mingyang's face, he could already imagine the feeling of his fist hitting that beautiful, arrogant face.

The wind from the punch had already blown Chu Liyue's long hair. When a few strands of her hair flew backwards, Chu Liyue made her move.

She raised her right hand, her five fingers were like blooming orchids, no one could see her movements clearly, she had already grasped Chu Mingyang's wrist.

His slender fingers were as white as jade and lightly rested on his thick black wrist. He didn't look like he was in any danger.

But Chu Mingyang's attacks stopped just like that.

"So, trash will always be trash. No matter who you lick, it will be useless." Chu Liyue's voice wasn't loud, but everyone could clearly hear her in the quiet training field.

Without waiting for Chu Mingyang to speak, Chu Liyue twisted and pushed, causing Chu Mingyang's arm to turn into something that did not make sense. Chu Mingyang's forehead started to sweat, his veins started to pop out, but he still endured the pain and did not let out a scream.

"Take my punch too!" Chu Liyue gave a soft shout as her small white fist smashed towards Chu Mingyang's face, her actions was the same as Chu Mingyang just now.

Chu Mingyang let out a loud shout. Being injured had instead stimulated his courage and bravery. His other arm, which was not injured, was suddenly swung up as he viciously smashed towards Chu Liyue's fist.

Chu Liyue's fist was stopped an inch away from Chu Mingyang's face.

She turned her fist into a palm, her five fingers suddenly opened up and with a 'pa' sound, she slapped Chu Mingyang's face.

This palm landed on Chu Mingyang's nose, sending blood flying.