The Strongest Sect of All Times

Chapter 152: alliance chief qin throws a tantrum

Bang!

Su Xiaomo poured spirit power into his fingers, ruthlessly jabbing towards the spot between Lao Ties buttcheeks. 

AH!

A scream of pain that cannot be described in words rippled across the martial arts stage. 

Hiss!

Many martial artists sucked breaths of cold air as their own part-which-shall-not-be-named clenched, trembling as their scalps tingled with numbness. 

A human body had many vital points, like the Hundred Meetings Point or the temples. [1]

In Falling Star Continent and this Gaowu World, if these points were hit, a person would die a painful death on the spot or become terrible injured.

For example, Li Fei's actions just now. 

He had hit Sun Ye in the temple. Although the guy didnt die, he had fainted as fireworks crackled in his mind, creating an opportunity to use the Ironbone Shadowless Kick. 

The Hundred Meetings Point and the temples were exposed, so most martial artists would use spirit power to protect them.

But the part-which-shall-not-be-named was the frailest acupressure point. 

If this spot was attacked it would absolutely be painful. If violent and condensed spirit power was used, the person would wish for the sweet release of death!

AH!

Lao Tie covered his butt, jumping and tumbling across the stage, his expression twisted. 

Solely based on his expression, the observers could understand the depths of his pain. 

Shameless!

How vulgar!

The experts angrily condemned. 

This type of attack would not be used by someone who wanted any sort of reputation in Jianghu. 

Jun Changxiao secretly thought, A respectable group of gentlemen.

Although the disciples method was a bit damaging, it was fine as long as he defeated the opponent and earned victory. 

Moreover, he had created the opportunity, so he had not used some truly despicable method. 

If you wanted to blame someone, blame the boy for not protecting his behind and revealing such a large flaw. 

Based on this though, Su Xiaomos crushed chrysanthemums cover the ground was definitely taught by Jun Changxiao. 

Lao Tie continued to roll about the martial arts stage, tears flowing. 

Obviously he was in true pain!

Shua!

Su Xiaomo rushed towards him like an arrow. With his body still in the air, his right foot swept forward. 

Based on cultivation and leg strength, his power was greater than Li Feis. Moreover, the opponent was already in pain, so the guy hadnt formed much of a defensive layer. Thus, the kick accurately landed on the guys left temple. 

During the time they had been cultivating, Jun Changxiao had definitely taught them otherwise it was impossible for them to accurately target such vital acupressure points!

Bang

Covering his behind, Lao Tie was overcome with dizziness. Like an artillery shell, he flew from the ground, falling dozens of meters outside of the martial arts stage. 

The Ironbone Sect had won another round!

All the martial artists felt their mouths twitching. 

Vast Spirit Gates first loss could be considered carelessness; the second loss was suppression by martial skill; the third loss was a little too easy though. 

For a normal martial exchange, the first few rounds were like an appetizer and the matches would only get more and more exciting why did this one feel like the matches were getting easier and easier?

Qin Haorans teeth were clattering from rage. 

He originally believed that the Ironbone Sect could only win one round, at most. If the disciples didnt use improper methods, the Ironbone sect might even get their pants beaten off. 

But the result was three consecutive losses for Vast Spirit Gate what face did he even have left to save?

Jun Changxiao said, Alliance Chief Qin, are you intentionally going easy and sending a school of mixed fish on stage?

These words were like a sharp sword, ruthlessly piercing Qin Haoran in the pits of his stomach and causing his expression to twist. 

You hateful fellow!

It is only the third round. When I win the other four, I will make you a servant worth less than a dog in the horse stables!

Alliance Chief Qin didnt care about losing anymore. As long as he could win all the following rounds, he would still gain overall victory and trample upon Jun Changxiaos being. 

Hu Zheng, go on stage.

Yes.

The disciple called Hu Zheng walked forward. 

He was a high-grade spirit root direct disciple, strength at Peak Martial Apprentice!

Qin Haoran did not send another mid-grade Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice. This was because if he won the next round, it would be a great morale booster. 

After thinking a moment, Jun Changxiao said, Zuiji, go up.

Hoo!

Xiao Zuiji clenched his two fists, flexing his muscles. As they rippled, they seemed to become stronger and more solidified. He took a step towards the stage at the center. 

Wang Donglin knit his brows. This childs physical strength seems to be even better than the first threes.

Looking at Xiao Zuiji, Ai Shangni smacked himself on the forehead. After being suddenly enlightened, he thought, No wonder this child could win the Great Sect Competitions champion title. Of course he took the Body Reconstructing Pill too!

Vast Spirit Gate, Hu Zheng.

Ironbone Sect, Xiao Zuiji.

After the two people reported their names, the match began. 

The disciple named Hu Zheng powered his energy to the maximum from the start, immediately using a fist art. Not only did a storm begin to gather, there was a hissing sound. 

Vast Spirit Gates special skill, the mid-grade advanced Wind and Thunder Fist!

If a Peak Martial Apprentice uses a mid-grade martial skill, his strength will easily surpass 20,000 jin!

That Ironbone Sect disciple, if he gets hit

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The commentors words hadnt even finished when the violent storm was released. 

However, Xiao Zuiji stood in place without moving. His palms were out, blocking each punch flying towards him. 

What elegance!

All the experts were a little dizzy. 

Peak Martial Apprentice Hu Zheng was using a mid-grade advanced martial skill, so his strength was absolutely 20,000 jin or more. If you got hit once or blocked a few times, you should at least be forced back a few steps, right?

Forced back indeed!

But the one forced back was the Vast Spirit Gate disciple!

Because when the opponent had moved, Xiao Zuiji had flung his arm forward, smacking the opponent into staggering backwards!

This one move carried intense strength; absolutely above 18,000 jin.

Shua!

Xiao Zuiji took a step forward. Spirit power poured into his repeatedly tempered right arm as he punched once more.

Hu Zheng, who had just righted himself, quickly held up both arms to defend himself. But there was a loud bang and he was staggering backwards once again. 

This

The audience was dumbfounded. 

Just how strong was that boys physical body to force a Peak Martial Disciple into such a difficult situation with raw force alone?

Unbelievable! Wang Donglin exclaimed. 

He had never seen a Martial Apprentices body reach such terrifying levels. 

Seeing how his disciple had been beaten until he could barely stand, Qin Haorans eye sockets were about to crack. 

This one round was too important. 

If this disciple was completely beaten, then Vast Spirit Gate was also defeated!

Defeat was just defeat, but there was still an ongoing bet!

In front of so many people, as lord of a sect, as the Alliances chief, he should

Qin Haoran did not dare think anymore. Ignoring his status, he seemed to lose rationality and roated at Hu Zheng, Right your body and counter attack, counter attack already!

The experts were silent. 

They could definitely understand Alliance Chief Qins frustration. 

After all, if this disciple was defeated, he had to go clean the Ironbone Sects latrines!

Zuiji.

Jun Changxiao clenched a fist, lightly saying, Use a bit more effort for this lord!

Xiao Zuiji heeded the command, pouring even more spirit power into his arms. He brandished his fists at Hu Zheng, who had just managed to balance himself. 

This strength, this strength could only be described as overwhelming!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Xiao Zuijis fists were like an iron pillars, thundering down. Hu Zheng was a disadvantaged boxer in the ring, hunkering down and protecting his head as much as possible. 

A boxing ring had rails to prevent continuous retreat. 

The martial arts stage did not have such a function. Thus, Hu Zheng could only retreat step by step. 

Qin Haoran bellowed in anger, Avoid it, counter it

Hu Zheng distantly felt a rumbling in his ear, like he was slowly going deaf. His sect leaders crazy shouting also slowly disappeared into the silence. 

Putong!

Finally, his body fell to the ground as he covered his head. The blue sky seemed to spin around him, his soul seeming to flutter from his body. 

Pu!

Seeing his disciple collapse outside the stage, Qin Haoran clutched his chest as blood splattered the floor. His expression was terribly fierce. 

[1] the Hundred Meetings acupressure point (DU-20) is at the top of the head, like smack in the middle

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