Strongest Martial God - Chapter 84

Chapter 84 – The Outcome Is Decided

Translator: Seventh Peril         Editor: Anuvrat

“Break—”

Under the panic-stricken gazes of everyone, Ye Zhong appeared amidst the sword glow, his eyes turned cold as he shouted inwardly, and at the same time, his right fist was imbued with the power of the Six-layered Shura Sword Seal. A punch landed on the golden lotus.

In a short instant, before anyone could react, an extremely terrifying force wildly exploded, directly shattering the golden lotus flower!

This scene was out of everyone’s expectations, causing all of the onlookers present to gasp. A look of disbelief surfaced in their eyes.

Ye Zhong actually broke Fu Yang’s Spiritual Secret Art with a single punch?

“*Crack—*”

As if responding to everyone’s questions, a cracking sound was heard, and Ye Zhong broke through the golden lotus flower, throwing a punch full of ferocity towards Fu Yang.

Terrifying amounts of energy gushed forth like a solid mass. Even Fu Yang, who had cultivated the Xingxiang Body, felt a sharp pain. At that moment, his eyes turned serious. Ye Zhong’s punch had made him feel threatened!

“Get lost—”

The silver spear in his hand swung out fiercely, and the golden lotus appeared on the spear once again. That terrifying power instantly reached its peak.

“*Clank—*”

The fist and spear directly collided head-on. An indescribable wild and violent ripple swept apart at the point where the two collided. Numerous spiderweb-like cracks on the ground also spread out at lightning speed.

“*Swish— Swish—*”

As soon as the spear made contact with Ye Zhong’s fist, it created an overwhelmingly violent shockwave, like that of the primaeval ferocious beast, invading his fist peak. It was obvious that Fu Yang was prepared to use his most powerful attack to defeat Ye Zhong.

“Youngest Junior Brother Ye Zhong, you’ve just joined the Xingxiang Sect, so I’ll let you know what the Signature Spiritual Secret Art of Body Tempering of our Xingxiang Sect is like, and how terrifying the Xingxiang Body is!” Fu Yang sneered as he looked at Ye Zhong, who was at a disadvantage under his suppression.

“It is merely a Spiritual Secret Art of Body Tempering!”

Ye Zhong lifted his head abruptly, a glint flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fists again, and this time, the Secret Art of Six Grave Swords in his body had already activated at a crazy pace. The roaring sword intent had gathered at the centre of Ye Zhong’s fist peak, gushing forth with his punch.

“*Boom—*”

Ye Zhong’s right arm struck out once again, and an indescribably terrifying power gushed out crazily like a torrential downpour. At this moment, the originally somewhat blurry sixth Shura Sword Seal instantly became completely clear.

“*Crack—*”

Under the stupefied gazes of the many disciples of the Xingxiang Sect, they noticed that along with the manifestation of the sixth Shura Sword Seal, cracks rapidly appeared on the golden lotus that was unleashed by Fu Yang. As the cracks expanded, the golden lotus exploded under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

“*Bang—*”

The moment that the golden lotus exploded, Ye Zhong’s punch had landed squarely on Fu Yang’s chest and abdomen without holding back.

“*Cough—*”

A terrifying force instantly poured out. As Fu Yang’s chest caved in, his body shot backwards like a cannonball. He only stopped when he collided against a sky-high tree. Then, his face turned pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, at the entire entrance of the Xingxiang Sect, even the disciples who came and went were instantly silenced. They looked at each other and secretly sucked in a breath of cold air in the end.

Did Ye Zhong break Fu Yang’s Spiritual Secret Art?

As disciples of the Xingxiang Sect, they were well aware of how difficult it was to enter the Third Floor of the Spiritual Secret Arts Hall. Even if they were to enter, there were only a handful of mid-grade Spirit-rank Secret Arts. Ordinary people would not be able to obtain them.

But now… Fu Yang, who had obtained the mid-grade Spirit-rank Secret Art, had been defeated by Ye Zhong with a single punch?

Looking at Ye Zhong, who didn’t continue to attack any further, everyone knew that the outcome of the battle had been decided.

The Shura Sword Seal at Ye Zhong’s fist peak slowly wiggled, and then finally disappeared into nothingness. During the battle just now, he had forcefully activated the Six-Layered Shura Sword Seal, instantly enhancing his attack power by several times. Otherwise, it would be impossible to win so easily.

If they were not in the Xingxiang Sect, Ye Zhong would have taken the opportunity to kill the other party. It was a pity that such a decisive option could not be used so openly in the Xingxiang Sect.

However, this was enough.

As Ye Zhong’s gaze fell on Fu Yang, his face was as pale as paper. He smiled and cupped his hands, “Senior Brother Fu Yang, you let me win [1]!”

A hint of unwillingness appeared in Fu Yang’s eyes. He seemed to want to forcefully attack again, but the moment he stood up, he held onto his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood. It was obvious that his injuries this time were not as light as he had imagined.

Fu Yang was defeated.

Seeing Fu Yang spew out another mouthful of blood, the surrounding atmosphere became completely silent. Shock appeared in the eyes of all the disciples of the Xingxiang Sect. This result was completely out of their expectations.

Although Fu Yang’s strength couldn’t be considered top amongst the Inner Disciples, he was already quite famous. That was why there were so many people who felt incredulous when such an outcome happened. If it weren’t for the fact that this scene was unfolding right before their eyes, many people wouldn’t have believed it at all.

“Tch tch, it seems that this rumoured trash of the Ye Clan is definitely not simple…”

“I heard that he killed Mo Fanlong in the Innate Temple. I didn’t believe it at first, but now it seems like it’s true!”

“Looks like we have another outstanding Inner Disciple, haven’t we?”

“If I remember correctly, Senior Brother Fu Yang is ranked 75th, right? And this Junior Brother Ye Zhong should be ranked 108th. After this battle, Junior Brother Ye Zhong should be replacing Senior Brother Fu Yang’s rank, right?”

“Will today’s matter end so easily?”

There were whispers all around, the eyes of many surrounding disciples landed on Ye Zhong again, and their eyes were filled with seriousness at the moment. The strength that Ye Zhong was displaying right now was enough for them to pay attention to.

Fu Yang’s expression changed back and forth for a moment before he finally let out a sigh. He had tried his best just now, but who knew that Ye Zhong would turn the tables on him at the most crucial moment! He could vaguely sense that although both of them were at the Fifth Layer of Body Tempering, Ye Zhong’s physique was much stronger than his. It was obvious that the Spiritual Secret Art of Body Tempering that Ye Zhong was cultivating was not any weaker than the Xingxiang Body.

“The legendary Innate Marrow Washing, isn’t it?” Fu Yang stared at Ye Zhong with some wariness in his eyes. After a while, he clasped his hands at Ye Zhong and spoke in a deep voice, “Junior Brother Ye Zhong, I’m impressed. I’m convinced that you have the ability to follow Senior Sister Ling Yue on the mission.”

With that, Fu Yang turned around and prepared to leave.

“Senior Brother Fu Yang.”

Ye Zhong’s voice rang out at that moment. It was flat, but for some reason, most people felt their hair stand on end.

“I’m afraid you can’t go yet.” An indifferent smile crept across Ye Zhong’s face, “According to our agreement, if you can’t withstand ten moves from me, I will cut off one of your arms… Let’s not even talk about ten moves now. You can’t even withstand five moves, right?”

“What!?”

“This fellow!”

Hearing Ye Zhong’s words, all the disciples present understood that today’s incident would not be over so easily.

Originally, if Ye Zhong hadn’t mentioned it, today’s matter would have been over already. As for the bet earlier, no one would have paid any attention to it. But now, Ye Zhong had purposefully brought it up, obviously, he was not going to ignore it.

The wager of cutting off an arm.

When their thoughts travelled here, quite a few people’s gazes landed on Fu Yang’s arm. The corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

Very quickly, their gazes fell upon Ye Zhong, their eyes filled with fear.

“Junior Brother Ye Zhong, we’ve already admitted defeat. Anyone can make mistakes, forgive them when possible. So, don’t go too far!” Fu Yang had not yet opened his mouth, one of the few disciples that came with him spoke up while gazing at Ye Zhong with gloomy eyes. Although Ye Zhong’s skills were not weak, with their number, they didn’t believe that they would be afraid of a single Ye Zhong.

“*Slap—*”

Ye Zhong moved as fast as lightning, and before the man who spoke earlier could react, he had already slapped him on the face, immediately stunning him before he sneered, “What’s your identity to regard me as your Junior Brother? What right do you have to instruct me to do this and that?”

“You—”

The man who was slapped was infuriated.

“*Bang—*”

“*Thud—*”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Zhong turned around and threw a whip kick right at his face. This time, the man was sent flying, and as he hit the ground, he fainted without a sound.

After doing so, Ye Zhong coldly swept a glance at the rest of the group who wanted to make a move. However, this time, Ye Zhong’s gaze made them go weak in the knees.

Joking aside, the man who had been knocked out by Ye Zhong was as strong as them. If they attacked now, wouldn’t they be courting death?

“Ye Zhong, do you really want to take one of my arms?” Fu Yang’s eyes were cold as he clutched his chest and spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Senior Brother Fu Yang.” Ye Zhong put on a smile as warm as the sun, but to the surrounding disciples, it was the smile of a devil in disguise.

“Senior Brother, you need to ask yourself. If the one who lost today was me, would you let me go? I’m afraid that my arm is already yours, isn’t it?”

“So, let’s not talk nonsense,” Ye Zhong smiled, “We only have one thing to consider, and that is, does Senior Brother want to do it himself, or do you want me to do it for you?”

TL note(s):

[1] “you let me win” are the polite words said after winning a game.