Boom-!
"Cough!"
Struck in the abdomen, Peng Zhou flew back rapidly and rolled across the ground.
A massive body rolled across the sparring platform before barely managing to catch its balance.
"Ugh...."
Just as he clutched his abdomen, the pain seemingly not having subsided.
Whir-!!
Crack--!!
A great blade flew in beside him and drove fiercely into the ground.
Peng Zhou stared at his beloved weapon that had flown next to him.
The weapon he had lost hold of at some point.
"What a fucking joke."
Then, a rough voice rang out.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The disbelief was palpable in his voice.
A tone thoroughly laden with irritation. Such a voice began pouring down on Peng Zhou.
"Did I ask for much? I just told you to hold out for exactly one ke. You can't even do that?"
"...!"
A foot appeared right in front of his nose.
Peng Zhou hastily twisted his head, but.
The incoming tip of the foot shifted its angle and struck Peng Zhou's shoulder instead.
Thwack-!
"Kuh!"
A massive impact erupted in his left shoulder. Peng Zhou twisted his body.
The pain was agonizing, but bearable.
Thus, moving his body, he grabbed the blade embedded in the floor.
Shwk-!
The blade was pulled out, instantly holding a dark qi.
However.
Thud-.
"...!?"
Suddenly, Peng Zhou's toes got tangled up.
Another foot had dug in, severing his footwork.
"That Inner Demon of yours is quite the handy excuse."
Crack-!
"Kueok!"
A fist drilled into his face.
His upper body pitched backward, crashing to the floor before bouncing back up.
"That alone makes for a perfect excuse. Right?"
A fist slammed down once again onto his rising chest.
Kwoong-!!
Thud-! Crack--!!
Peng Zhou's body was buried into the ground as cracks spread in all directions.
"Keok-!"
A spray of blood burst from his mouth.
"You're wrapping the fact that you're a cripple in some fucking bullshit."
Despite that, the words and fists did not stop.
Bang-! Bang bang-! Bang-!!
The blows continued to pour down.
Right before the repetitive agony snapped Peng Zhou's sanity.
Halt-!
As if he had been waiting for that, the offensive stopped.
Drip.
Drip....
At the shallow sound, Peng Zhou faintly opened his eyes.
Wondering what the sound was, he could immediately see.
It was Ouyang Tian. Blood was dripping from the fist that bastard was holding up.
That blood was likely his own.
"Keok... cough..."
Spitting out a handful of blood, Peng Zhou shuddered slightly.
"Y-you... bastard... I... I am... the Patriarch of the Peng Clan... Blade King... Peng..."
"What? Trying to introduce yourself?"
At Peng Zhou's words, Ouyang Tian scoffed, then Whoosh-!!
He grabbed Peng Zhou and threw him aside.
Thud-!
He barely managed to land on the ground.
Staggering, Peng Zhou moved his body.
"Keok... cough."
What was that just now?
What kind of situation just occurred?
'...To that... brat, I...'
Was he saying he was beaten by none other than Ouyang Tieyun, that son of a bitch's son?
The same words he had heard when he was young.
They said that Ouyang Tieyun's son was hearing those words.
Hearing that, how at ease his heart was.
There was even a time he rejoiced, believing it would be a way to crush the bastard.
It was definitely so.
"What... the hell are you-!"
Stopping mid-sentence, Peng Zhou hastily raised his blade.
Kwoong-!!
Ouyang Tian's knee drove into the flat of the blade.
"Kuh-!"
Screech-!
Peng Zhou was pushed back by the impact.
As if he had no intention of waiting for his words, Ouyang Tian continuously poured on the moves.
Clang-! Clang clang-!
It was an incredibly strange sound for a fist clashing with a blade.
This meant Ouyang Tian's fists were exceptionally solid.
Creak-!
It was overwhelming just to block.
This was a different impression from when he fought Tu Long.
If Tu Long had canceled out all attacks and left not even a single opening.
This bastard.
'Crushes me with his realm.'
As if to show off his high realm.
He was focusing on faster and stronger power.
There were many openings.
Since the movements were large and forceful, it was clearly full of openings, yet.
Thwack.
"Keuk!"
He couldn't aim for those openings.
Because Ouyang Tian was much faster to aim for them.
Was that young bastard really at a higher realm than him?
'...Damn it.'
He had to exert his strength somehow.
Then.
"Legs."
Peng Zhou reacted to the piercing voice.
What does that mean? The moment such a thought crossed his mind.
Crack-!
"...!!!"
Ouyang Tian's calf struck Peng Zhou's knee joint.
A sound came from the bone.
It broke. It was obvious without even looking.
Pain reached his lower body and his stance collapsed.
However, there was no time to even feel it.
"Chest."
"...Keuk!"
This time, his body reacted to the voice.
Remembering the strike from just now, he instinctively blocked his chest, but.
Crack-!
"Kuheok!"
What was broken this time was not his chest, but his left arm. What happened? As he looked at Ouyang Tian with startled eyes.
"You fell for it."
Ouyang Tian smiled viciously and said.
"If a Patriarch is this naive, how can you be of any use?"
"You son of a bitch---!!"
Recognizing he had been deceived, Peng Zhou raged, but.
"It's not like you're a cripple."
That rage had nowhere to go.
Snatch-! Ouyang Tian grabbed the left arm he had just struck.
Squelch-!
Fingernails were abruptly torn off two of his fingers.
"There, I pulled out two as promised."
Who was the promise even with?
It was a sudden event, but he couldn't even scream properly.
Smack-!
"Kup!"
His head snapped up into the air.
What did he just get hit with? He couldn't even check.
Going by the impact, it seemed to be a foot.
"From now on, it's just venting my anger."
With those words as the starting point, it poured down on Peng Zhou.
Hands and feet.
Countless attacks created using them.
The sounds of something breaking and shattering began erupting from his body.
Crack-!
Crunch-!
Ouyang Tian destroying Peng Zhou with an expressionless face.
"Keok... keu...!"
Peng Zhou, unable to even let out a proper scream.
Perhaps because of that, not even the slightest sound could be heard from the surroundings.
"...That's... that..."
"To think Blade King is being beaten like that...."
Xiao Yan, who defeated Shen Long.
Because of the martial prowess he had shown back then, there were certainly those who suspected that Blade King might lose.
However.
"Isn't it too bru-brutal?"
"Shouldn't they stop him...? He, he might die like that."
No one had expected him to be trampled so miserably.
A spectacle hard to even call a spar.
That was one-sided violence.
It was like the sight of someone tormenting the weak.
Everyone shuddered at that uncomfortable feeling.
It meant the difference was that overwhelming.
Moreover, the one being beaten was one of the Six Supremes, and the opponent had just passed the age of twenty.
It was a scene hard to easily believe.
Kwoong-!
"Ku-hup."
Thud-! Struck in the face, Peng Zhou spurted blood and staggered back a few steps before falling to his knees.
"Keok... heo... heok...."
He originally didn't have the neatest impression, but. Still, as the Patriarch of a prestigious family, Peng Zhou used to dress cleanly.
But now, his appearance was vastly different from before the spar began.
Not to mention his ruined martial robes. From being hit so much, his face had swollen beyond recognition.
Bleeding, he looked like even breathing was a struggle.
At the utterly miserable sight, everyone covered their mouths.
"I'm saying this because I really don't understand."
Seeing that, Ouyang Tian loosened his neck slightly and said.
"Patriarch. You're weak, so why do you act so cocky?"
"...!"
The sharply piercing words dug through his chest.
Drip.
A drop of blood fell.
It was blood flowing from the flat of Ouyang Tian's fist.
"Keuu... heu...."
At that sight, memories of the past surfaced.
Ouyang Tieyun began to overlap with Ouyang Tian's figure.
"...Fucking... bastard..."
His heart pounded.
Perhaps because it felt like the same situation he had been in back then, Peng Zhou's emotions boiled over.
A lot of time had passed.
Measuring by time, over ten years had passed, so why was he in the same situation as back then?
The opponent was even that bastard's son.
To think he was being subjected to this by the child of the man he wanted to kill.
And in front of all these spectators...!
"Kill... you... I'll... kill you."
A rage incomparable to when he fought Tu Long.
Peng Zhou was soon losing his reason.
The thought of a spar was already gone.
He gathered strength throughout his entire body, ready to draw upon his Xiantian Qi if necessary.
"Hmm."
Seeing that, Ouyang Tian tilted his head.
Was it because Peng Zhou started exerting his strength?
No. That wasn't it.
Vroom.
It was because of the qi felt from his own heart.
Vroom-!
A signal felt from the demonic qi.
Feeling that, Ouyang Tian covered his mouth and smiled slightly.
'Alright.'
It seemed that, having beaten him so thoroughly, a little over one ke had thankfully passed.
The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Having confirmed that, Ouyang Tian.
"You, at least you... I will kill you, no matter what it-!"
Smack-!
"Keok!"
He walked up to Peng Zhou, who was spewing resentment, and struck his jaw.
Slump.... Thud-! Peng Zhou, who had been speaking, lost consciousness and collapsed.
Ouyang Tian kicked the fallen Peng Zhou and casually sent him to the side.
An incompetent bastard who couldn't even become a toy.
Ouyang Tian's gaze looking at Peng Zhou was filled only with apathy.
'Tsk.'
What a waste of effort.
Maybe it's because I've only been beating up intact guys lately. It's a waste that I even bothered using my strength.
"Uh, uhh...? Uh..."
Seeing Peng Zhou fall, the referee wore a dumbfounded expression.
It was likely because he hadn't expected him to fall like this.
Blade King had been defeated.
One of the Six Supremes and the Patriarch of the Peng Clan had lost to someone who had barely passed the age of twenty.
And since he was beaten to the point of fainting from an overwhelming difference, it was only natural to be bewildered.
"The Shanxi Ouyang Clan..."
Just as the referee, holding back his bewilderment, was about to speak.
Ouyang Tian, who had immediately forgotten about Peng Zhou and was looking at the empty air, reacted.
Whoooosh-.
He moved the demonic qi within his heart and quickly sent it flowing.
The intent of the qi was none other than.
'Begin.'
A sort of signal.
And as it spread.
"Ouyang Tian's vic..."
Right before the referee could mention Ouyang Tian's victory.
Rumble-!
A massive tremor erupted, and.
Kuwooooong---!!!
The Martial Arts Alliance.
Or more precisely, the entire Henan region began to shake violently.