My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 157

"I choose Bai Sheng!" Yang Qi announced, his gaze fixed on Bai Sheng with a cold smile.

Wang He was always respectful to me, yet Bai Sheng injured him this severely. I have to get justice for him.

"Hahaha, the kid actually dares to choose me! Senior Brother Zhang Rong, it looks like you won’t get your turn! I’ll go up there and slaughter him!"

Bai Sheng was both smug and thrilled.

"Senior Brother Bai Sheng, don’t kill him too easily," Zhang Zheng said viciously. "First, break his limbs and let him wail and beg for mercy on the stage. Then, torture him to death slowly!" He hated Yang Qi more than just a little.

"Hahaha, that suits me perfectly!" Bai Sheng was a madman to begin with, and Zhang Zheng’s suggestion only made him more excited.

Stepping onto the stage, he looked down at Yang Qi disdainfully. "Kid, kneel and cripple your own Martial Arts! If you do, I might leave your corpse intact!"

"Idiot." Yang Qi shook his head, looking at Bai Sheng with a hint of pity. "Do you really not understand why I chose you? It’s because, compared to Zhang Rong, I want to kill you even more. For someone like you to be at death’s door without even knowing it... how laughable."

"Hahahaha! You want to kill me?" Bai Sheng roared with laughter. "Fine, then I’ll let you see what a truly hopeless gap in strength looks like!"

The next moment, he suddenly attacked. He used a Claw Skill, his hands sharpened into vicious talons as he lunged directly at Yang Qi. It was this very Claw Skill that had broken Wang He’s arm earlier.

Yang Qi merely smiled. He watched Bai Sheng approach without making a move, his hands still clasped behind his back.

I can’t strike too early. If he realizes how strong I am, he might try to run.

"What a fool, still trying to act tough. He’s courting death!"

"Exactly! Bai Sheng is a Martial Arts Master. Even if he’s only at the Minor Mastery stage, killing a nobody is more than enough for him!"

"It’s over. This year’s Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch will belong to our Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall!"

The Martial Artists of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall discussed excitedly among themselves. In the next instant, however, their chatter came to an abrupt halt. The scene on the stage had left them stunned.

Bai Sheng had been sent flying, smashing fiercely onto the ground. Both of his arms were completely broken, rendering him unable to lift them.

Bai Sheng’s face was now a mask of pure terror. Meanwhile, Yang Qi appeared completely relaxed, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This is impossible!

Bai Sheng is a Martial Arts Master! How can Yang Qi, who is only in his twenties, possibly be stronger? It makes no sense!

"No—! I don’t believe this is real! I don’t believe it!" Bai Sheng roared from the ground, his face a picture of utter disbelief.

Chen Li’s brow furrowed. Her bad premonition seemed to have become reality.

Chen Tiequan’s expression was grim. He had been looking forward to watching Bai Sheng kill Yang Qi, but instead, he was forced to witness this. This is so vexing.

Yang Qi was now standing over Bai Sheng. He planted a foot on his opponent’s body and said disdainfully, "Weren’t you going to kill me? Torture me? Why are you lying on the ground?"

Bai Sheng’s crazed expression had long since vanished, replaced by pure fear. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Yang Qi could be this terrifying, this powerful.

"Spare me!" Bai Sheng pleaded in terror.

"What was that? I can’t hear you," Yang Qi asked loudly, cupping a hand to his ear.

"Spare my life! I concede, I concede!" Bai Sheng screamed.

"Heh. What a waste. You don’t even have the courage to fight to the death," Yang Qi sneered, grinding his foot onto Bai Sheng’s face in utter contempt. "It seems all those words you used to mock Wang He apply perfectly to you now."

"Save me! Master, save me!" Bai Sheng knew pleading with Yang Qi was useless; there was no way Yang Qi would let him go. He turned his gaze to Chen Tiequan and yelled at the top of his lungs.

Chen Tiequan said coldly, "Yang Qi, this is just a sparring match. You should know when to stop. You’re going too far!"

"I’m going too far?" Yang Qi looked at Chen Tiequan and scoffed. "You either have a tumor in your brain or you’re blind. Earlier, when Bai Sheng killed a Martial Artist from the Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall, why didn’t you say he should know when to stop? Why didn’t you call him out for going too far? A moment ago, when Bai Sheng said he was going to kill me, you looked quite pleased. Why didn’t you tell him to show mercy then?"

The mocking words echoed throughout the venue, causing Chen Tiequan’s expression to darken.

"Insolent! Who do you think you are, speaking to our Hall Master like that!" an expert from the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall roared.

"What, is the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall looking for a gang fight?" Wang Nantian’s voice rang out. "Are you forgetting the rules?"

"Everyone, sit down!" Chen Tiequan’s face was livid, but he could only order his men to sit down. He was no match for Wang Nantian. Moreover, the rules had been upheld for centuries. If they broke them, they might lose their very foothold in Kang City.

"Mr. Yang, well said!" Wang He finally felt vindicated. Though his body still ached, his spirit soared.

As for Chen Li and Chen Tiequan, their expressions were as ugly as could be.

"Alright, I’m done toying with you. Time to send you on your way!" On the stage, Yang Qi looked down at Bai Sheng, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

"Don’t—" Bai Sheng screamed in horror, but it was useless. Nothing could stop Yang Qi now.

With a single kick, Yang Qi sent Bai Sheng flying off the stage. By the time he landed, he was no longer breathing.

A collective sigh of relief and shock swept through the crowd. No one had expected Bai Sheng to be killed. Killed by an unknown nobody!

This was the second-strongest genius of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall. His future had been boundless, with even a chance of becoming a Great Grandmaster. Now, he had been dispatched by Yang Qi in a single move. This Yang Qi... he’s terrifying.

"Damn it, how can this kid be so strong? What do we do next?" Zhang Zheng’s face was grim.

"Don’t worry. When he faces me, he’ll die all the same. I will avenge Bai Sheng!" Zhang Rong said, his eyes turning to ice as he glared at Yang Qi and gritted his teeth.

"Brother, it’s all up to you!" Zhang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his brother’s resolve.

That’s right, we still have Zhang Rong. So what if Yang Qi won one match? There are still several more to go. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Yang Qi, if you’re smart, you’ll just concede now," Zhang Rong said coldly. "Otherwise, when I face you, I will kill you to avenge Bai Sheng!"

"Heh, concede? In your dreams. Once I’ve cleaned up the rest of them, I’ll take you on." Yang Qi didn’t choose Zhang Rong. Instead, he planned to eliminate the other opponents first, starting with Chen Li.

"If you don’t concede now, you’ll regret it when you have to face Zhang Rong!" Chen Li declared after stepping onto the stage.

Many people also assumed that Yang Qi would use this match to concede, thus avoiding a confrontation with Zhang Rong.

But they were wrong. With a single slap, Yang Qi sent Chen Li flying off the stage. "We’ll see who regrets it soon enough!"

Immediately after, he proceeded to eliminate the remaining opponents in three consecutive matches. In the end, only he and Zhang Rong were left.