Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 45: Destroying Wind and Thunder with a Single Finger!
The three storms completely enveloped Lin Xuan. Seeing this, Wu Ming laughed heartily. I’ve won.
The other new disciples also cheered.
"Great, this kid lost!"
"Hmph, maybe he’ll be instantly killed."
"Who does he think he is, trying to block the Wind Thunder Fan? It’s a Mystic Grade weapon! Can he really withstand it?"
"What are you so happy about?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from behind Wu Ming.
Wu Ming froze. When he turned around, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He found that Lin Xuan had somehow appeared behind him.
"This is impossible!" Wu Ming roared, raising the fan to swing it fiercely backward.
But Lin Xuan struck first. His left hand shot out like a Dragon Claw, instantly seizing Wu Ming’s arm. With a powerful chop from his right hand, there was a sickening CRACK. Wu Ming’s arm was broken. He screamed wretchedly as the fan clattered to the ground.
All of this happened in an instant. The surrounding new disciples were stunned as they watched the scene unfold. To be honest, they hadn’t even processed what happened. By the time they saw Wu Ming fall to the ground clutching his broken arm, they were utterly dumbfounded. They never expected that the previously arrogant and overbearing Wu Ming would have his arm broken in the blink of an eye. The stark contrast left them reeling.
Even the expressions of the second-year senior students in the background changed. Wu Ming lost? How could this happen?
The atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet as everyone stared blankly at the scene. After a long moment, they finally came to their senses, each one sucking in a sharp breath. The new disciples now looked at Lin Xuan with eyes full of fear and awe.
Wu Ming had wielded the Wind Thunder Fan and still couldn’t beat Lin Xuan. This meant Lin Xuan’s strength had already surpassed that of a half-step Martial General, which was simply unbelievable. They had completely misjudged him.
It seems this kid’s strength is close to that of a one-star Martial General. So he’s the real king among the new disciples. At this realization, the so-called genius disciples lowered their heads in shame.
When Feng Qingxue saw this, she smiled. She had known all along that Lin Xuan would win; after all, he possessed strength comparable to a one-star Martial General. However, her smile quickly vanished when she noticed the second-year senior students approaching.
Up ahead, Wu Ming lay on the ground, clutching his broken arm and writhing in agony.
"You actually dared to break my arm?! You’re dead!" he roared madly. "Seniors, avenge me! Kill him!" As a prodigy among the newcomers, when had he ever suffered such an injury?
"You should have expected this outcome the moment you decided to attack me," Lin Xuan said coldly.
With a wave of his hand, he picked up the Wind Thunder Fan from the ground. Then, he lashed out with a kick, sending Wu Ming flying. Like a rubber ball, Wu Ming was kicked into the distance, letting out a wretched scream as he flew through the air.
"You’re courting death!"
"Stop!"
The few second-year senior students were instantly furious. They rushed over, glaring viciously at Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan, you are too arrogant! Do you realize you’ve broken the sect’s rules?" one of the young men said coldly. It was none other than Sun Hao, Sun Tian’s brother.
"What? He’s Lin Xuan? The one abandoned by the Celestial Stele?" the other second-year students exclaimed, equally taken aback.
To be honest, they hadn’t known Lin Xuan’s identity before and certainly hadn’t taken him seriously. In their eyes, this was just a minor scuffle between new disciples, unworthy of their attention. But they never expected Lin Xuan to display such strength and possess such a unique status.
"Brother Sun, avenge me! Defeat him! Kill him!" Wu Ming yelled from the distance, his face twisted with hatred.
"Don’t worry, Junior Brother Wu, I will avenge you," Sun Hao replied, clenching his fists, his heart pounding with excitement. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have a reason to lay a hand on Lin Xuan. But now it’s different. He broke the rules first, so I can legitimately suppress him. At this thought, he could no longer wait to make his move.
His large hand swept through the air as he slammed a palm down toward Lin Xuan. He moved as if swatting a fly, intending to crush Lin Xuan to death. A meter-long palm, formed from Spiritual Power, materialized in the air.
Sun Hao was a one-star Martial General, and his strength completely surpassed that of a Martial Artist. A Martial General had already condensed a Spirit Vein in their body, allowing them to store much more Spiritual Power and use it to form various kinds of attacks. This meter-long spiritual hand was one such technique.
As the giant hand descended to envelop Lin Xuan, the surrounding new disciples gasped. In their eyes, Lin Xuan was finished; there was no way he could withstand this.
From a distance, Wu Ming also clenched his fists, a malevolent grin spreading across his face. He wanted to watch Lin Xuan fall with his own eyes. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Facing an attack from a one-star Martial General, Lin Xuan’s expression turned grave. He no longer planned to block with his fingers; instead, his hand gripped the longsword at his waist.
The next moment, he drew his sword.
With a clear hum, the blade emerged like a dragon, slashing fiercely forward. It instantly collided with the massive palm.
BANG!
The large hand was split in two.
"What?"
The surrounding disciples’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads. They never imagined Lin Xuan would emerge unscathed. Not only that, he had shattered the giant hand! This is incredible!
"Impossible!" Wu Ming also cried out. How could this kid block an attack from a one-star Martial General? Brother Sun Hao must not have used his full strength...
Even Sun Hao himself was stunned, his mind reeling. He had indeed just launched a casual strike because he hadn’t taken Lin Xuan seriously. But even a casual strike wasn’t something a Ninth Grade Martial Artist should have been able to withstand. Logically, any Martial Artist below the rank of a one-star Martial General should have been instantly slammed to the ground, powerless to resist. Yet, Lin Xuan had blocked it.
This guy’s strength is ridiculously high, Sun Hao thought, both shocked and enraged.
Nearby, the other second-year students were also stunned and found it hard to believe.
"Sun Hao, what’s going on?" one asked.
"Did you hold back? How could he block your attack?"
"I was careless," Sun Hao said, then snorted coldly before launching another palm strike. "Now, I will use my full strength."
This time, the attack’s power was even more terrifying.
"Nine-layered Swordsmanship, second layer!"
Lin Xuan swung his longsword, and the power of his slash also far exceeded his previous one. The Sword Qi swept out like a black dragon and instantly struck the giant hand.
This time, the palm shattered once more. But it didn’t end there. The longsword’s momentum was unstoppable as it continued forward and slashed into Sun Hao.
With a deafening boom, Sun Hao was sent flying backward like a meteor. He flew for more than ten meters before crashing to the ground.
The entire arena was in shock.
Everyone was dumbfounded. As they stared at Sun Hao lying on the ground, their minds went blank.
Sun Hao was defeated? How is that possible?
Lin Xuan pointed his sword toward the crowd. "Who else wants to make a move?" he asked coldly.
