Chapter 30: Multiple Heavy Blows
Chapter 30: Multiple Heavy Blows
When he didn’t act, nothing happened. But once he did, Mu Feng immediately crippled Roaring Sky Tiger’s hands.
He shattered all ten finger bones completely — a crushing fracture. Even applying the best Golden Sore Medicine couldn’t fix it. Unless Roaring Sky Tiger broke through from the Early Mortal Realm to a later stage, jumping two levels, and retrained all his tendons, bones, and membranes until they were new; otherwise, he could never use his hands again in this lifetime. Never mind bullying others relying on power!
“Amazing, one kick, just one kick!”
“Standing like a pine, moving like wind, attacking like fire — awesome, that’s the true style expected from a real Mu Manor disciple! Could it be that scholar Mu Feng really broke through his body’s bottleneck?”
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Only when Roaring Sky Tiger, the once arrogant steward, was pinned firmly underfoot did the crowd snap back to reality, completely stunned.
One moment, a frail scholar since childhood, sickly and unable to cultivate. The next, a fierce killer with ruthless attacks. Such a huge contrast seemed unbelievable at first, making people widen their eyes in shock.
“Ah… how vicious you are!”
Roaring Sky Tiger, who moments ago had acted brazenly, now rolled on the ground bleeding heavily from his hands. After glowering hatefully at Mu Feng, he yelled at the other stewards nearby, “Useless idiots, why aren’t you grabbing him? How dare you not fight when they come to bully us? When the First Senior Brother gets back, none of you will escape!”
Although badly hurt, Roaring Sky Tiger showed no regret. He despised Mu Feng deeply. Gritting his teeth, he ordered his stewards to attack together.
First Senior Brother?
Hearing Roaring Sky Tiger say this, the other stewards exchanged looks and remembered the saying about how names and reputations cast long shadows. They drew swords from their waists and rushed forward bravely despite their fear.
Mu Manor’s eldest young master, Mu Tie, was known as a genius disciple of Mu Manor. He was the grandson of the Elder of Inheritance and also his most outstanding disciple. People called him the Chief Transmission Disciple or First Senior Brother.
Unlike his younger brother Mu Qingyuan, who was lazy and spoiled, Mu Tie trained diligently. By a young age, he’d broken through to the Mortal Realm Peak. After the Blood Pool Baptism, he awakened his bloodline power, making his cultivation advance a thousand miles a day. He could break through to the Elite Realm at any moment — his strength was astonishing.
Unlike places like the Punishment Hall, disciples in the Chuangong Hall weren’t ranked by seniority but by sheer strength. With overwhelming power, young master Mu Tie became the high-ranking Chief Transmission Disciple early on. Often, when the Elder of Inheritance traveled outside or meditated in seclusion, Mu Tie guided others’ training or managed the whole Chuangong Hall. Do well, and you’d be rewarded richly. But if he caught any wrongdoing, you’d be punished severely with no leniency.
A few days earlier, he led the elite of Chuangong Hall out for training, planning to break through to the Elite Realm in one go. He wouldn’t return for several days, so the huge Chuangong Hall was without strong guards. Otherwise, how could scholar Mu Feng have bullied them like this?
“Kill!”
Four against one and armed with sharp weapons, the stewards glanced at Mu Feng, who was bare-handed. They shouted together and charged faster.
Their swords pointed straight at Mu Feng’s vital spots — no mercy in the strikes. At that moment, they couldn’t back down. If they did, they’d never hold their heads high in Chuangong Hall again, not to mention facing First Senior Brother’s harsh punishment or even having their cultivation crippled. Better to fight Mu Feng together than wait to be punished!
“Overestimating your strength!”
Facing the attack from four, the spectators turned pale. Some even screamed in nervous shock. But Mu Feng on the field stayed expressionless. He lifted his right foot and stamped coldly on Roaring Sky Tiger’s chest, hitting the wound directly. Roaring Sky Tiger wailed and begged for mercy, but Mu Feng stayed unmoved, standing like stone as four fierce stewards charged toward him.
Just as their weapons were about to reach him and many in the crowd screamed in alarm, he suddenly burst forward.
His body blurred, leaving a phantom image behind. Blurring again, his form split into three. The next moment, a thousand figures swarmed out, too many to follow.
Phantom Fist!
Mu Feng suddenly unleashed the Phantom Fist he’d self-realized in his fight against Sky Splitting Tiger — he struck hard. These stewards before him had decent strength; all had broken through to the Early Mortal Realm. But together, the four weren’t strong enough to make him summon the Eighteen Blood Witch Commands.
Thud, thud, thud…
Three dull booms suddenly echoed far away.
The four stewards charging fiercely were almost all punched away by Mu Feng at the same moment. Each took three punches; together, Mu Feng threw twelve punches instantly, but only three sounds rang out.
A triple strike!
Mu Feng didn’t use his full force, but he showed no mercy. In that one clash, he knocked all four stewards flat.
With the strength of one dragon, each punch in the triple strike was fiercer than the last!
Back in the bamboo forest, even rugged Sky Splitting Tiger took heavy damage from this move, almost dying on the spot. Now, after breaking through his bottleneck, Mu Feng’s power had soared. Four ordinary stewards couldn’t handle such a deadly attack. Two spat blood as they fell, almost dead; one had internal organs ruptured and twitched all over; the last passed out instantly, dead or alive, no way to tell.
Amazing!
Was this really just an ordinary disciple who’d just broken through his bottleneck and hadn’t started formal training?
The crowd gasped in shock, all feeling relieved that they weren’t stewards of Chuangong Hall at that moment.
Beyond shock, their hearts filled with confusion. Looking at murderous Mu Feng seemed unbelievable. Having been in Mu Manor so long, they’d seen all kinds of geniuses. But no one crossing into the Mortal Realm like Mu Feng had been this strong — never seen!
What’s more, this was a scholar who’d always been sickly since childhood and physically unable to cultivate.
If it weren’t for Mu Feng being open and honest, without covering his face with a black cloth, people would doubt it was him. They’d suspect an expert had impersonated him!
“Impossible, how could it be? You… you…”
The crowd was astounded, but most shocked was Sky Splitting Tiger on the ground.
Surprise, shock, tension, terror…
His usually arrogant face had never been so expressive before.
Being kicked to the ground by Mu Feng could have been blamed on no defense, caught by surprise. But when four stewards attacked together, armed with weapons, and he defeated them effortlessly with bare hands — that showed the truth. Clearly, Mu Feng, the formerly fragile scholar, hadn’t just broken through his bottleneck. His power far exceeded that of an ordinary Mu Manor disciple!
Seeing things turn bad, Mu Qingyuan’s Personal Guard hiding in the crowd tried to slip away. But the onlookers were too packed for him to force through quickly. He took only a few steps when his foot slipped on nothing. Someone grabbed him by the neck from behind and lifted him off the ground. He was thrown heavily to the dirt, lying beside the badly hurt Roaring Sky Tiger.
“If you came, why rush back so soon?”
Staring at the frightened Personal Guard of Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng gave a sinister smile.