Chapter 144: Utter Trampling!
Chapter 144: Utter Trampling!
Pft!
Tang Jinbiao fell heavily onto the ground, unable to prevent a mouthful of blood from spraying out.
Crack crack!
At that moment, faint sounds of bones shattering could be heard from Tang Jinbiao’s body.
“You!”
Though there was nothing visible, Tang Jinbiao felt as if a colossal mountain now pinned him down, rendering him utterly immobile. His eyes filled with shock as he stared at Wei Wuya in front.
Five steps!
Wei Wuya was still five steps away from Tang Jinbiao, but now Wei Wuya abruptly halted.
“Young Master Ma, how do you find this God of War’s Stride of mine?”
Wei Wuya stopped, then turned to examine the pale-faced Young Master Ma as he coolly posed the question.
“Hmm? Him!”
However, when Wei Wuya glanced back, he noticed a middle-aged man draped in a blue robe standing off to the side and his brow furrowed slightly.
“Heh heh!”
After locking eyes with Wei Wuya, the middle-aged man remained silent, merely offering a faint smile.
“Young Master’s God of War’s Stride carries considerable momentum, yet it’s flashy without substance—exaggeratedly diffused outward. It suffices against this greenhorn, but against ordinary cultivators of similar rank, it likely wouldn’t prove as effective. Were the momentum more restrained, it could ascend another level!”
Young Master Ma’s expression stayed impenetrable as he delivered this calm assessment.
“Hmph, then observe this step of mine, Young Master Ma!”
Splashed by cold water, Wei Wuya snorted in clear displeasure before pivoting forward and planting another stride.
Thud!
Wearing an expression of smugness, Wei Wuya lazily raised his right leg—but the instant it lifted—
His leg instantly became like a vortex, unleashing a ferocious suction force. Air currents rushed wildly toward his foot at blinding speed.
“Ah!”
The pressure crushing Tang Jinbiao evaporated all at once—only to be replaced instantly by a massive drag attempting to wrench him forward.
“What?! God of War’s Kick!”
Young Master Ma paled abruptly upon seeing the air currents convulse, involuntarily retreating another ten meters.
“What?! God of War’s Kick!”
Seeing the anomaly erupt as soon as Wei Wuya raised his foot, the middle-aged man’s expression stiffened too. Simultaneously, a faint yellow glow emanated from his body—the aura of Great Perfection of Core Formation instantly radiating outward—as if he intended to intervene and save someone.
“It’s him!”
“It’s him!”
The flare of the middle-aged man’s aura immediately drew attention from surrounding Foundation Establishment Cultivators. They recognized the man, and horrified looks spread across every face, each seeming about to shout warnings to Wei Wuya.
“Silence!”
The middle-aged man turned his head, glancing lightly at these Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and said indifferently.
Those Foundation Establishment Cultivators, after meeting his gaze, one by one dared not make a sound, silently lowering their heads.
“Not good!”
However, Wei Wuya seemed incapable of mastering the essence of this move. The whirlpool lasted only a moment before a flush crept over his face, betraying strain. He stomped his foot down in a hurry.
Boom!
As his foot landed, the rapidly gathering air currents instantly reversed, swirling back to form a powerful shockwave centered on his point of impact. This shockwave rolled violently outwards in all directions.
“Argh!”
Tang Jinbiao, having lost all power to resist, was instantly blasted away by the overwhelming shockwave. Yet, this back-and-forth also caused the pressure binding him to vanish completely, returning him to normal.
“Almost… Damn it! With my body as it is now, I simply cannot execute the God of War’s Kick!”
Wei Wuya’s face darkened. That tiny instant seemed to have caused internal injuries. He shot a venomous look towards Tang Jinbiao. He had intended to show off, but ended up messing up.
“Hmph, can’t even walk properly yet and already wants to fly? Overestimating yourself!” Young Master Ma remarked scornfully upon seeing Wei Wuya’s misstep, a mocking sneer curling his lips.
Ahem, “Although Wei Wuya possesses a fine constitution, his Cultivation Level is just too low. He lacks the raw power needed for the God of War’s Stride, let alone the God of War’s Kick, which is far more difficult. But considering his age and cultivation, it’s still quite an achievement!” Seeing Wei Wuya’s failure, the middle-aged man felt regret more than mockery.
“That’s definitely a Heaven-Tier Martial Technique!”
Tang Jinbiao, blasted a distance away, struggled to his feet. He narrowed his eyes, intently watching Wei Wuya, and thought to himself.
Wei Wuya had returned to his normal state now, no longer radiating the overbearing pressure like a ball of burning flame. Yet, in that brief moment when Wei Wuya took the step, Tang Jinbiao had faintly discerned the flow of Qi Energy within his opponent’s body.
The Qi Energy surged out from the Pseudo Qi Sea, coursing down to his foot, then exploded outward using an unusual method. This created an invisible spatial field in the nearby void, the very field that had immobilized Tang Jinbiao.
He had even caught a glimpse during that fleeting moment: Wei Wuya’s inner Pseudo Qi Sea acted like a Black Hole, voraciously drawing in all the Qi Energy from his body, concentrating it within the Pseudo Qi Sea itself. But then, Wei Wuya seemed unable to sustain it, abruptly stopping the absorption and forcing that hurried step.
“Qi Energy inside the body can actually be used like this!”
Tang Jinbiao gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a flicker of excitement in his eyes. Though he had been utterly suppressed moments before, he felt he had grasped something crucial.
His recent time spent with Chu Zhongtian and others had taught him much – he’d gained considerable understanding of Martial Techniques and similar concepts. Of course, what he learned there were mostly the most basic things: how to conceal one’s aura, how to control Qi Energy, and the like. After all, Chu Zhongtian wasn’t even a Third Tier cultivator; he couldn’t possibly impart more advanced knowledge.
“You! You deserve death!”
Wei Wuya, humiliated by his own failure, shot a look of pure venom at Tang Jinbiao. The pressure of his Middle Third Tier cultivation erupted around him once more with bone-crushing intensity.
Boom!
Face burning with shame, Wei Wuya shifted his footing. The aura of the Body Refining Middle Third Tier exploded forth. He launched himself like a human cannonball, hurtling directly at Tang Jinbiao.
“Hmph! Getting serious now, are we?” Seeing Wei Wuya lash out like a cornered rat only deepened Young Master Ma’s contempt. He snorted coldly.
“What? Not good!”
Realizing Wei Wuya was charging straight for him, Tang Jinbiao paled. He instantly tried to leap backwards to evade, but he was too slow.
Boom!
Wei Wuya moved with blistering speed. Before Tang Jinbiao could even complete his reaction, Wei Wuya was upon him. Fist clenched, he drove his right hand forward with immense force, slamming it squarely into Tang Jinbiao’s stomach. At the same time, a surge of tremendously powerful Qi Energy tore through his flesh, piercing deep into his inner body.
Ah!
Tang Jinbiao groaned in pain and was sent flying like a sandbag.
Splurt! Splurt!
Ah!
While Tang Jinbiao was in flight, he suffered immense agony. After Wei Wuya’s Qi Energy rushed into his body, it was like a sharp dagger, slicing inch by inch along his Meridians and cutting into his flesh, causing him unbearable torment.
In truth, Tang Jinbiao only had a high Cultivation Level but no guidance, so his Meridians hadn’t been expanded or trained. They were almost no different from those of a Mortal, and he couldn’t qualify as a real Body Refiner!
“I must torture you thoroughly!”
After Wei Wuya punched Tang Jinbiao flying, he moved again instantly and rushed behind him, then landed another heavy punch on Tang Jinbiao’s back.
Crack!
Wei Wuya struck with extreme force, and with this punch, Tang Jinbiao felt as though his bones might break. Simultaneously, another surge of powerful Qi Energy rushed into his body, changing his direction and sending him flying again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After Tang Jinbiao crashed to the ground, he slid along the surface for four or five zhang, leaving a groove about a finger’s thickness in the dirt, before he finally stopped.
Ah!
Once those two powerful Qi Energies entered Tang Jinbiao’s body, they began their destruction unchecked.
Splurt! Splurt!
Although there was no actual sound, Tang Jinbiao vaguely heard muffled thuds from his own body and felt each Meridian rupturing. Such excruciating pain made it impossible for him to endure.
“Kid, I’ve decided not to kill you today. I’ll make you enjoy this misery!”
Wei Wuya didn’t continue beating Tang Jinbiao but instead spoke with a venomous grin.
No one noticed that his fists were trembling and slightly numb.
It was as if those punches hadn’t landed on a person but on solid rock. However, he had hidden Qi Energy in his fists when he attacked, allowing it to directly penetrate Tang Jinbiao’s body, and he was utterly confident that Tang Jinbiao was now crippled—his vital organs surely damaged beyond survival.
“Eh?”
The middle-aged man frowned deeply upon seeing Wei Wuya’s brutal actions and seemed about to step in to intervene, but then paused as if noticing something.
Splurt! Splurt!
Ah!
In an instant, Tang Jinbiao passed out from the agony.
“Hehe, kid, you only have yourself to blame!”
Seeing Tang Jinbiao faint, Wei Wuya wore a cruel smirk but didn’t finish him off personally. Instead, he turned to face the middle-aged man and said calmly, “Greetings, Brother Wang!”
“Mmm, hello, Junior Brother Wei. I heard from Junior Brother Ma that a late student came to register, so I came to check. Have you seen that person?”
The middle-aged man glanced at Tang Jinbiao lying unconscious on the ground, then looked at Wei Wuya with affected blindness to the earlier scene.
“Oh, really? I’m not sure. I just saw this person lying here when I came out to swap shifts—it must be him?”
Wei Wuya walked over slowly, pointed at the Tang Jinbiao sprawled on the ground, and claimed shamelessly.
“Oh, I see. I’ll take this person back then.”
The middle-aged man showed no sign of questioning, gave an “Oh,” then waved his sleeve. A streak of glowing light swept Tang Jinbiao up and carried him back into the Divine Wind Academy.
“Mmm, Brother Wang, take care.”
As the middle-aged man departed, Wei Wuya wore a faint smile and bid farewell politely.
After the middle-aged man led Tang Jinbiao away, the entrance of the Divine Wind Academy went silent once more. But just then, a black shadow rushed out from inside the Divine Wind Academy…