Chapter 15: Eight Blades of Golden Thunder

"Waaah..."

Su Yang lay pathetically on the ground, spitting out blood.

"Second Brother!" Su Yun let out a scream and rushed forward to support him.

Su Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth violently, pushed Su Yun away with force, stood up, and roared at Sikong Jing, "You criminal cripple, you dare to sneak attack me?"

"The military says, 'all warfare is based on deception,'" Sikong Jing said slowly, stepping forward one pace at a time. "However, I didn't use my full strength with that punch just now. It doesn't quite count as a sneak attack; otherwise, you would have died just now."

His words were calm, yet incredibly arrogant, as if he were actually at the Eighth Level of the Bright Realm.

But this was the truth. Even facing Su Zhengtao of the Dark Realm, Sikong Jing had the confidence to deliver a killing blow, let alone the insignificant Su Yang. If he had truly launched a sneak attack, a hundred Su Yangs wouldn't have been enough to kill.

"A sneak attack is a sneak attack! How dare you speak so arrogantly! Second Brother, break his limbs quickly, I want to tear his mouth apart!" Su Yun, having no intention of believing Sikong Jing, pointed at him in fury.

At the same time, Su Zhenglong, who was standing behind Sikong Jing, regained his senses and gave a bitter smile.

He also didn't believe what Sikong Jing said. If it hadn't been a sneak attack, it would have been impossible for Sikong Jing, at the Fourth Level of the Bright Realm, to land a hit on Su Yang.

Mei Xiaofang also shouted in dissatisfaction, "If you have time to boast, why don't you press your advantage?"

She had also realized that Sikong Jing had indeed just used a sneak attack; what use was boasting now?

Boom!

Suddenly, Su Yang's entire body surged with True Qi as he assumed a starting stance. He said in an eerie, terrifying voice, "I've decided to slowly twist your limbs apart to give you infinite pain. Take my... Falling Peak Punch!"

As he finished speaking, Su Yang exploded into an attack.

The True Qi of the Eighth Level of the Bright Realm gathered in his fist as he swung it toward Sikong Jing.

In comparison, Sikong Jing's True Qi was as minuscule as a grain of sand.

Su Yuexi's heart tightened again, her small fists clenched tightly. She could already foresee Sikong Jing being sent flying and spitting blood.

However, in the next instant, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Sikong Jing reached out indifferently and caught Su Yang's fist, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

"With this amount of True Qi, you have the nerve to claim you're at the Eighth Level of the Bright Realm? It's too pathetic."

After saying this, Sikong Jing drove his knee forward, slamming it hard into Su Yang's abdomen.

Su Yang's eyes bulged, bloodshot veins erupted, and he was sent flying backward to the ground once again!

The three worried onlookers, including Su Yuexi, widened their eyes. How did he win again?

Then, Sikong Jing turned around and said to Mei Xiaofang, "Mother-in-law, what I said just now was not a boast."

Su Zhenglong's face was filled with shock. Was his son-in-law truly this powerful?

In the next second, his pupils contracted. "Watch your back! Don't get distracted!"

Following his warning, a blade-wind rushed toward Sikong Jing's back, accompanied by Su Yang's furious voice.

"You criminal, you've angered me! I didn't want to use my full strength, but now I will grind your bones to ash!"

Su Yang was exasperated. He was, after all, the second young master of the Su family, one of the four great families of Yunye City, and was famous within the city. If this scene were seen by outsiders today, he would be the laughingstock of the world.

They would say that the second young master Su Yang was beaten into the dirt by a criminal cripple who was only at the Fourth Level of the Bright Realm.

He had to turn this situation around immediately.

At this moment, he had already gripped a long saber and was swinging it horizontally toward Sikong Jing's back, determined to succeed!

But how keen was Sikong Jing's intuition?

During the Chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, he had faced sneak attacks from seven peak Transcendental Realm experts and had been able to counterattack and slay all seven.

Even though he was currently re-cultivating, his intuition... remained!

Thus, just as the blade-wind arrived, Sikong Jing reached out to grab the blade.

Seeing this, Su Zhenglong said in horror, "Don't take it head-on! That is the Su family's Golden Thunder Eight Slashes, a Low-Grade Profound Rank combat technique!"

In this world, martial techniques are divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.

Among them, Yellow is the weakest and Heaven is the strongest, with each grade divided into Upper, Middle, and Lower tiers.

A Low-Grade Profound Rank technique was already considered a rare, high-level combat technique in a border town like Yunye City.

Sikong Jing was actually going to catch a blade with his bare hands? Did he not want his hand anymore?

However, Sikong Jing did not listen to Su Zhenglong. He reached out brazenly and gripped the incredibly powerful strike.

"You bastard! Do you not understand human speech?" Mei Xiaofang screamed instinctively.

Su Yuexi looked panicked. As a lady of the Su family, how could she not know how strong the Golden Thunder Eight Slashes were?

Her husband's hand was going to be lost.

Eh?

In the next instant, the gaze of everyone on the field froze.

Sikong Jing's hand had not been severed by the blade; instead, he was gripping the edge of the blade, which was covered in True Qi.

*Slap!*

Then, Sikong Jing drew his other hand back and delivered a heavy slap across Su Yang's face.

With a "waaah," Su Yang was sent flying for the third time.

He spun through the air before landing, while his long saber ended up in Sikong Jing's hand. With a twist of the blade, Sikong Jing pressed the edge against Su Yang's neck and asked, "You wanted to cripple my limbs?"

His voice was calm, but it struck the crowd like a clap of thunder!

Su Zhenglong's mouth hung open, Su Yuexi couldn't help but cover her mouth beneath her veil, and Mei Xiaofang looked on in astonishment.

All three felt as if they were dreaming. Sikong Jing had just... won?