Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 164 - 117: Kneel and Beg for Mercy, or Prepare to Die?_2
Chapter 164: Chapter 117: Kneel and Beg for Mercy, or Prepare to Die?_2
The youth with the braids, Jiang Yuan, sneered dismissively, glancing around.
"Just barely okay, say it, where do we fight."
"Let me be clear, if people get hurt or things get broken, you can’t blame me."
Once again suppressing his anger, Xu Li signaled the other party to walk to the first floor’s fighting stage.
It was originally a sparring ground for some sandboxing students, ten meters long and wide on both sides, occupying a considerable area.
Immediately after, the two walked over.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap!
The sound of hurried footsteps rose from the second floor of the Martial Arts Hall.
One after another, core students were brought out in single file by their respective coaches.
Tens to nearly a hundred people, either standing at the handrails of the second floor corridor or coming directly down to the first floor, were gathered on both sides of the spacious area.
Six coaches stood in the front row, each with a different expression.
As the strongest one, standing at the center, Cao Tong had a slightly stern look on his face and recognized the origin of the crane-robed elder at the door at a glance.
"It’s Qian Changsong."
There were coaches who had recently become core disciples and had never heard of this name.
But soon, they got an explanation.
"He’s an elder of the Songhe Style, and has been at the perfect level of Entering Strength for a long time."
Cao Tong’s face was serious, and he had a vaguely bad feeling.
The Third Elder was out on business today.
So the key point was...
"Where is the elder martial brother?" he deliberately used a different title to be cautious.
"We’ve already sent someone to notify him."
"Good."
Relieving some tension in his heart, Cao Tong then turned his gaze to the fighting stage.
Xu Li leaped up and landed squarely in the center.
The youth with the braids, Jiang Yuan, sneered and immediately followed suit, soaring like a crane, spreading his wings in midair, and landing steadily.
This skill made the faces of Cao Tong and others stiffen.
"Perfect Internal Training, seems like he’s about to progress to Entering Strength."
His strength was not weak, and the key was that the other party was still very young, apparently only in his early twenties.
"So many people watching, what, trying to press with numbers?"
Jiang Yuan deliberately provoked the surrounding people with his gaze and then took the initiative to seize the attack.
Swoosh!!
His fingers formed a claw, like the peck of a songbird in front.
White Light Strength covered within; Xu Li concentrated to meet the challenge.
Bang bang bang!
The two exchanged blows for a few rounds, swiftly.
Boom!!
A sudden "Songhe’s Wings" caught Xu Li off guard.
Xu Li flew backward, falling off the fighting stage.
"Junior Xu!"
"Coach Xu!"
Some coaches and students came forward to help, noticing the opponent’s pale face and clothes shredded at the chest by powerful strikes.
Like being pecked through by a crane, streams of fresh blood oozed out, flesh split open, almost revealing the bone.
"I, I’m okay..."
Coach Xu weakly said with embarrassment, Cao Tong’s face serious, realizing the person’s malicious intent and heavy-handedness.
While ordering someone to take the injured person for treatment, he started to gather his energy, ready to step onto the stage.
"Tsk tsk tsk, no good, you guys."
"Even the coaches are only at this level; guess you all would be nothing but a bunch of amateurs."
Jiang Yuan stood on the fighting stage, looking around at everyone with arrogant disdain, angering the core students until their faces turned red.
Wu Tian looked furious and wanted to go on stage but was firmly held back by Pei Yue, knowing he had not yet completed his Internal Training.
Lin Hao also frowned slightly, but the next second.
"Stop wasting time, next one, hurry up."
"If you lose again, you might as well stop calling it the Flame Tiger Sect; might as well call it the Weak Cat Style...."
Tap tap tap tap!
More footsteps resounded, coming from the second floor of the Martial Arts Hall.
"Big martial brother!"
"Big martial brother!"
Some core students snapped out of it and quickly shouted.
In an instant, everyone turned their gaze, including Cao Tong who intended to take the stage.
"Oh, there’s also a big martial brother?"
With a lifted glance, Jiang Yuan turned toward the black-clad man who appeared at the second floor’s handrail, surrounded by one core student after another.
Tall and burly, with a calm and suppressed demeanor.
One looking down, the other looking up.
Feeling a bit inscrutable, but confident that he had at least sparred with the True Inheritors within the door at the first level of Entry.
Jiang Yuan’s expression remained the same, with his chin raised, he pointed and continued to provoke: "You seem somewhat capable, how about it, dare to come down and practice a round?"
As his words fell, all eyes in the Yanwu Gym turned to Chen Feng.
"Cao Tong."
He called out low, Chen Feng remained motionless.
"Here!"
Indifferent, Chen Feng directly ignored Jiang Yuan, speaking calmly: "Shut his mouth."
As the words ended, the atmosphere fell silent.
The crane-robed elder standing at the door slightly opened his eyes and frowned, showing coldness.
But contrary to that, Cao Tong’s face is invigorated, responding loudly.
"Yes!"
With a leap, no more hesitation.
Thud!
His towering and burly figure lands on the ring, shaking the ground, and only then does Jiang Yuan come to his senses.
Looking down on me?
Ruined my mouth?
His complexion ugly, he immediately erupts with murderous energy, raising his hand to probe, his power bursting forth.
Swoosh!!
It’s like Songhe striking forward, lifting afterimages, even the air bursts with a piercing howl.
But Cao Tong remains unfazed, and Chen Feng on the second floor also shows no worry.
Cao Tong was just one step away from achieving Entering Strength, and due to himself, he received secret medicine and True Skill as rewards not long ago.
Counting the time, plus perceiving his breath that is infinitely close to Entering Strength...
Thud!!
Fist meets claw, the air trembles, Cao Tong reveals a fierce smile.
"Kid, I’ve been putting up with you for long enough!"
Hum!
Pale red power circulates, covering most of his arm.
Gripping his fist, lifting his elbow, delivering a heavy strike!
Bang!!
Their fists and palms meet, Jiang Yuan’s figure shakes, he steps back to release the force, stabilizing himself.
"You think you can hurt me with just that?"
Equally coldly mocking, Jiang Yuan suddenly erupts with power, raising his palm to strike.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The dull sounds of fists and palms collide repeatedly, their arms almost become afterimages, one can only see the white light and pale red power clashing.
The faces of the Core Students are tense, and the ordinary gym-goers watching have long been staring in stunned silence.
"Senior brother, who do you think will win?"
Outside the glass door, a tall youth in a grey hoodie asks.
The man with messy long hair beside him looks towards Cao Tong, seeing the power bursting on his body like fire, as if he is about to break through the bottleneck.
"Hard to say."
"Oh?"
"The Flame Tiger Sect has a strong foundation, this Core Disciple seems on the verge of a breakthrough."
Pausing, the man with messy long hair then glances towards the Crane Robed Elder who appears calm and collected.
"But if he breaks through and defeats that Jiang Yuan."
"Then no one will be able to stop Qian Changsong in the subsequent encounters of Entering Strength."
The youth in the hoodie frowns upon hearing this, feeling that there’s a lot of complexity here.
And then, everything happens as his senior brother has predicted.
Swoosh!!
Songhe’s Wings, soaring and striking mid-air.
A blinding strike raises the White Light Strength, but Cao Tong, like a giant tower, neither dodges nor shuns, but burst into laughter.
Hum!
The power within his internal organs skyrockets, suddenly covering his arms.
Having long sought the level of Entering Strength, he finally breaks through, his aura erupts, his eyes are bright, he fiercely throws a punch.
The slightly changing complexion of Jiang Yuan, who fails to retrieve his move in time, is forced to turn his claw into a palm.
Bang!!
Figures retreat, sliding back several steps on the ring, and smashing into the ropes.
Cao Tong takes advantage of the momentum to charge forward, intending to give him a lesson as Chen Feng said, for challenging and insulting their Martial Arts Hall.
"How dare you!"
Suddenly, as if anticipating this, Qian Changsong below the stage.
A glimpse of cold light flashes in his eyes, and then he vanishes in a blink, rising into the air, about to land in the ring.
Shriek!!
The true Crane displays its wings.
Afterimages linger in the air, and the cries of the crane ring out.
Everyone feels a vibration in their eardrums, and the youth in the hoodie outside the window grows even more solemn.
Cao Tong has a sense of crisis and clenches his teeth wanting to withstand it hard.
Until, the next second.
Roar!!!
The Tiger’s roar erupts, the Martial Arts Hall shakes.
A flash of deep red, the ring’s ground caves in violently.
Amidst the deafening sound of explosion, the Crane Robed Elder is sent flying, crashing and turning over a row of gym equipment.
Thud thud thud! Crash!
The glass window is just a hair’s breadth from his back, his legs dragging long marks on the ground.
Pale-faced, rust-like blood surges from his throat.
Qian Changsong stares dead at that towering black-clothed youth standing in front of Cao Tong, never feeling so shocked before in any moment.
"So you’re actually so weak."
His tone is indifferent, right arm lifting as deep red power covers his palm.
Chen Feng stands like a mountain dominating the scene, drawing all eyes to him.
Without even glancing at Jiang Yuan, who is close at hand, pale-faced, and trembling.
Looking down at Qian Changsong seven or eight meters away, he simply offers a calm choice.
"You can’t even catch my palm..."
"You tell me, should you be kneeling and begging me, or... prepare to meet your end?"
