C27 Get Lost!

Su Ling was nothing more than a fourth-tier body refining reject. If he truly had the audacity to engage Cai Hu in combat, and in doing so, provoked him, it's likely that Cai Hu would not hesitate to kill him.

Yet, Cai Hu had just been struck by a stinging slap. If Su Ling was indeed the one behind it, then today's incident could only be resolved by Su Ling's tragic demise. Cai Hu would never be able to swallow such an affront otherwise.

"You did this?"

The slap had come out of nowhere, its sound sharp and resounding. The imprint on Cai Hu's right cheek was a vivid, blood-red mark. He had been momentarily dumbfounded, but as he came to his senses, he was consumed by unbridled fury.

His gaze was malevolent as he bore down on Su Ling, demanding, "I'm asking you, was it you who slapped me just now?"

"Yeah, it was me."

Su Ling responded without a second thought, "Your face, looking like a pig's, just begged for a slap."

"You're asking for death!"

Cai Hu's fury was palpable, his eyes seething with murderous intent. With a roar, he launched a furious punch at Su Ling.

Su Ling merely smirked at the attack, thinking to himself, "He's out of his league."

He then tightened his right fist and countered with a punch of his own.

"Bang!"

Their fists met in a thunderous collision.

Boom!

A tempestuous wind swept through the Martial Arts Training Field.

The onlookers hastily retreated. Cai Hu, with his sixth-tier body refinement cultivation, was a formidable force among Qingyang City's youth. He was set on a rampage today, determined to maim or even kill Su Ling to avenge the humiliation of that slap.

However, as the crowd stepped back and turned their attention to the field, they were met with an astonishing sight.

"No way! That's impossible!" they exclaimed. "Su Ling, that so-called trash, actually blocked that punch. How could this be?"

"Cai Hu is a sixth-tier body refinement powerhouse, easily ranking in the top ten among Qingyang City's youth. With only three spots available at Danwu Academy, Cai Hu was seen as a strong contender. But now, he can't even defeat a fourth-tier nobody like Su Ling. It seems Cai Hu isn't quite the fighter we thought he was."

The moment Su Ling's fist met Cai Hu's, a collective gasp rippled through the onlookers, their disbelief palpable. Cai Hu had been pushed back three steps by Su Ling, who remained unmoved, his expression unaltered. In stark contrast, Cai Hu's face twisted into an ugly grimace, clearly at a disadvantage from the collision—a fact that did not escape the sharp eyes of the crowd.

"You're no match for me," Su Ling said with a dismissive chuckle. "If I injure you now, you can kiss any chance of being accepted by Danwu Academy goodbye when they come recruiting in a few days. Take my advice and beat it while you can. Otherwise, you might end up with injuries you'll regret when it's already too late."

Throughout the exchange, Su Ling's demeanor remained cool, his regard for Cai Hu negligible at best. Having mastered the initial form of the Profound Heaven Sword Art, the Underworld Wasteland, and a potent soul attack technique, Su Ling's prowess could rival those at the ninth level of body refinement, making Cai Hu's sixth level seem insignificant.

Moreover, armed with the memories and extensive combat experience from his past life, Su Ling was an opponent Cai Hu could hardly hope to strike.

"Su Ling, congratulations are in order—you've managed to provoke me," Cai Hu snarled, his face contorting into a visage of savagery. "Initially, I intended to teach you a minor lesson, but it's clear now that won't suffice. You need to understand the vast gulf between us. So, I've decided to either cripple you... or kill you!"

In that moment, Cai Hu's eyes blazed with malice, his gaze locked onto Su Ling like a ravenous wolf poised to unleash its most brutal assault.

"Shadow Wolf Claw!"

In an instant, Cai Hu's attack was unleashed, his speed astonishingly faster than before—multiplying by more than tenfold.

"The Shadow Wolf Claw, a Mysterious rank technique rumored to have nine levels. Cai Hu has mastered it to the third, capable of pulverizing stone. If Su Ling is struck by it, his very bones could be shattered to dust," an observer noted from a distance, recognizing the formidable technique Cai Hu wielded with deadly intent.

"This time, Su Ling is as good as dead! But let's be honest, it's his own fault for being so full of himself. Had he just humbly heeded Cai Hu's advice and begged for mercy, he might not be facing death right now."

"Exactly! Su Ling has no one to blame but himself for his predicament. Though, to be fair, living on would only bring him more shame. If Cai Hu does end up killing him, it might just be the mercy he needs."

Even though Cai Hu's Yin Wolf Claw hadn't touched Su Ling yet, everyone around had already written Su Ling off as a dead man.

Cai Hu's Shadow Wolf Claw was an authentic Xuan-Level technique, and he had mastered it to the third level. Taking down someone as weak as Su Ling would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

"Yin Wolf Claw, Third Level – Mountain Crumble! Su Ling, prepare to die!"

In an instant, Cai Hu was upon Su Ling, his expression twisted with malice. His right hand, fingers turned to iron, reached viciously for Su Ling's head.

"A Xuan-Level technique? Such arts are indeed rare. But the techniques I possess are at least of Sky-Rank."

Su Ling had to suppress a laugh when he heard the crowd marvel at a Xuan-Level technique. Cai Hu might have been quick with his Yin Wolf Claw, but to Su Ling, it was painfully slow.

"I don't need any special techniques to beat you!"

As Cai Hu lunged, Su Ling stood his ground, neither dodging nor intending to use any martial arts. He simply raised his right fist and slammed it down on Cai Hu's hand.

In that moment, a torrent of Mystical Qi raged from Su Ling's Sea of Qi, bursting forth uncontrollably.

"Out of my way!"

With a single punch, Su Ling didn't bother with any martial arts; he relied solely on the brute force of his Mystical Qi to overpower Cai Hu.

"Boom!"

"Ah..."

Struck by Su Ling's mighty blow, Cai Hu's fingers crumpled as if they had struck steel, the pain unbearable.

A scream of agony tore from Cai Hu's throat.

"My fingers are broken! Ah... the pain, the pain!"

Cai Hu's right hand contorted in agony, his five fingers appearing as though they were snapped. Grimacing, he hastily withdrew his hand, seeking to put distance between himself and Su Ling.

But!

Why would Su Ling ever allow Cai Hu the opportunity to escape again?