Enlightenment: Attaining the Dao at Age 8-Chapter 193 - 130: Martial Dao Champion

Li Chang’an was just too fast.

He had already made his move, but the examinees watching the spectacle still hadn’t gotten a clear look at what was happening in the training grounds.

The Demon Sect Disciple in the training grounds, however, did sense the danger.

As Li Chang’an closed in, his muscles tensed, and he tried to take a step back to dodge.

Yet, compared to Li Chang’an’s speed, he was still far too slow, even though he had recognized the danger and tried to evade.

By the time he managed to command his body and muscles to move,

Li Chang’an’s kick had already landed on his chest.

BANG...

CRACK! CRACK!

A ripple spread across the Demon Sect Disciple’s chest, the mark left by the dust on Li Chang’an’s shoe.

And the cracking sounds were his ribs caving in.

After taking Li Chang’an’s kick to the chest, the Demon Sect Disciple, a master at the Ninth-Layer of Internal Qi, was sent flying like a pebble struck by a speeding train.

He flew from one end of the training grounds and landed right in the middle of the crowd outside.

The crowd, which had been buzzing with noise just moments before, fell suddenly silent. They stared at the Demon Sect Disciple, a huge crater in his chest, who had crashed to the ground and was now spitting up blood, unable to rise.

’What just happened?’

’Wasn’t that Demon Sect Disciple an examinee at the Ninth-Layer of Internal Qi?’

’How did he suddenly end up over here?’

At first, all the examinees were completely stunned. They didn’t even realize where the Demon Sect Disciple had come flying from.

As their heads slowly cleared, they instinctively looked over at the nearby training grounds.

There, on the grounds where two people should have been standing, only Li Chang’an remained.

Everyone glanced down at the Demon Sect Disciple, who had flown nearly ten meters, then back at the platform where only one person now stood.

Only then did it dawn on them what had happened.

The examination grounds, which had been so quiet you could hear a pin drop, immediately erupted into an even louder uproar.

This was especially true for the examinees who had already been eliminated.

Standing on the upper floor of a nearby pavilion, they had a bird’s-eye view and had seen everything more clearly.

"Holy shit, for real? Did that kid—Brother Xiaohai—who was just boasting about taking first place, really just send a Ninth-Layer Internal Qi disciple from the Demon Sect flying with a single kick?"

"What kind of speed was that? And that power!"

"A Martial Artist at the Ninth-Layer of Internal Qi has a body as hard as iron, yet Brother Xiaohai’s kick caved his chest right in. Just how terrifying is that kid’s physique?"

"With that kind of strength, even looking across the Three Major Sects, probably only their most elite core disciples could hope to stand against him, right?"

"I admit it, I underestimated Brother Xiaohai. The kid’s the real fucking deal!"

"I wonder if the Saint Heir or the young monk could take him down. Right now, it feels like they’re the only two who could even give Brother Xiaohai a fight!"

"At his age, I was still just conditioning my body. Brother Xiaohai can already send a Ninth-Layer Internal Qi Martial Artist flying with one kick. He’s an absolute monster!"

The Martial Arts Examination was age-restricted; only young Martial Artists under thirty could participate.

But even among this group of young Martial Artists, Li Chang’an—not even ten years old—looked remarkably green.

Thus, this group of eliminated Martial Artists, who loved nothing more than a good spectacle, had given Li Chang’an the nickname ’Brother Xiaohai’.

The name highlighted both Li Chang’an’s youth and his demonic nature.

The nickname gained widespread approval among the examinees. Only Ma Dongyang was displeased, retorting angrily, "He’s not Brother Xiaohai! His name is Li, and he’s my brother! Of course my brother is incredible!"

...

Back in the training grounds, after kicking the Demon Sect Disciple away, Li Chang’an looked at the nearby examiner. "It’s over. That counts as my win, right?"

The examiner hadn’t imagined for a second that the fight would be over so quickly.

He glanced down at the unconscious Demon Sect Disciple, then back at the calm and unruffled Li Chang’an, whose expression was unchanged. The examiner couldn’t help but swallow hard. "It’s over," he said. "You are the victor. You’ve inherited his two-win streak. You only need one more win to advance to the second round!"

Li Chang’an nodded. He walked back to the center of the training grounds and faced the crowd of examinees below. His gaze swept coolly over them before finally locking onto one of the Demon Sect Disciples. "Where is your Saint Heir? Take a message to him for me. Tell him I’ll be waiting for him here."

A chill ran down the spine of the Demon Sect Disciple who found himself under Li Chang’an’s gaze.

Fighting the urge to turn and run, he stiffened his neck and stammered, "Y-y-you... you..."

With everyone watching, he desperately wanted to say something tough to save some face for the Demon Sect.

But under Li Chang’an’s gaze, which remained as cold and placid as still water...

...he just trembled, unable to get the words out.

He couldn’t speak.

A burly man in his late twenties rushed over to his side. He let out a cold snort. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think beating some Inner Qi Martial Artist means you can challenge our Saint Heir? You’ll have to get past me first!"

The man was powerfully built, looking like a giant brown bear, and had a scar like a crawling centipede across his face.

The burly man strode forward with an imposing aura, exuding an immense pressure.

With every step he took, the surrounding examinees instinctively parted to make way for him.

There was no shortage of well-informed individuals among the examinees.

The moment the burly man appeared, many of them couldn’t help but gasp in recognition. "It’s one of the Four Protectors serving the Demon Sect’s Saint Heir—Xiong Li!"

"Didn’t Xiong Li reach the Postnatal Realm a long time ago?!"

"More than just the Postnatal Realm! Xiong Li’s physique has been tempered to Perfection, his Inner Qi has already condensed into a river, and he possesses a monstrous strength that would make even gods and ghosts flee. He’s a top-tier expert, even among Postnatal Masters!"