Rise of the Sword Son-in-Law

Chapter 508 Brother, Don’t Be Sad

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"You’re called Wu Qing, from the Lieyang Royal Mansion?" Shi Po looked at Xu Ping’an and sneered as he asked.

"Yes, are you from the Heavenly Moon Sect?" Xu Ping’an looked at Shi Po and inquired.

"That’s right, I’m from the Heavenly Moon Sect. Knowing that I’m from the Heavenly Moon Sect, yet you still refuse to admit defeat? Your Lieyang King is truly ignorant, offending our Heavenly Moon Sect. If you admit defeat now, you might suffer less. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite," Shi Po said with a cold sneer.

Admit defeat?

Xu Ping’an chuckled lightly. It seemed his opponent was very confident.

Indeed, he was merely a Seventh Rank Ninth Layer Realm Cultivator, while the other was an Eighth Rank Fourth Layer Realm. It did seem like he had no chance of winning.

"Make your move. I will not admit defeat, and perhaps you are not even my match," Xu Ping’an said with a smile.

"Not my match? I’ve seen the arrogant, but never anyone as arrogant as you. Since you don’t wish to admit defeat, then good, I will use you to teach the Lieyang King a lesson," Shi Po said with anger turning into laughter.

Xu Ping’an shook his head, unconcerned.

To try and establish authority using him as a stepping stone was a mistake on this fellow’s part.

Just right, he would use this opportunity to test the power of his Spatial True Elemental.

His mind calm as still water, the Ninth Layer Heavens Art began to circulate, and Spatial True Elemental gathered and flowed throughout his body.

Seeing Xu Ping’an’s calm expression, Shi Po’s anger flared even more.

Such an arrogant and ignorant youth, to face him with such nonchalance, quietly waiting for his move.

Should he not have taken the initiative to strike first, seizing the opportunity?

Since you are so overconfident, then I shall give you a profound lesson.

"Meet your doom."

Enraged, Shi Po circulated his Fire Attribute True Elemental within his body.

With a step forward, his presence exploded instantly, and he rushed towards Xu Ping’an with an overwhelmingly terrifying momentum.

Flames surged, enshrouding Shi Po’s fist as he launched a punch, roaring like a frenzied lion.

"Raging Lion Fist—Brother Shi is using a Ninth Rank Combat Technique right from the start. This young man is doomed," a Heavenly Moon Sect disciple said with a light chuckle.

"So handsome, Brother Shi’s Raging Lion Roar Fist has already reached the Great Achievement Realm. The power of the flames has been compressed to the utmost. With this punch, not to mention Seventh Rank Peak, even a regular Eighth Rank Cultivator would suffer a serious injury if not death upon receiving this hit," a female disciple from the Heavenly Moon Sect exclaimed excitedly.

Hearing this, other disciples from the Heavenly Moon Sect laughed lightly in agreement.

"It’s about time we taught the Lieyang Royal Mansion a lesson," a leading elder from the Heavenly Moon Sect commented with a smile.

The other disciples were full of arrogance, seemingly finding the prospect of Xu Ping’an being sent flying with a single punch extremely satisfying.

On the side of the Lieyang Royal Mansion, both Situ Xingfeng and Situ Qianqian clenched their fists anxiously.

Even Situ Lie had a solemn expression.

Although they did not think Xu Ping’an was likely to lose, his practice of Spatial Attribute True Elemental had been very brief, and it was indeed hard to say how much strength he could exhibit.

"Grandmaster, it seems this young man is going to lose," the sixteen-year-old youth from Qingfeng Sect said, smiling lightly.

The old man looked towards the Number Four platform and smiled faintly, "Not necessarily."

"The grandmaster thinks he can win? A Seventh Rank Ninth Layer Realm against an Eighth Rank Fourth Layer Realm, how could he possibly win?" the youth said in disbelief.

The old man still smiled and replied, "Just watch and see."

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Unaware of the discussions happening in the stands, Xu Ping’an watched Shi Po’s incoming punch and saw nothing but flaws.

"Too slow, the punching angle is off by several degrees, which leaves the center wide open. Moreover, the force seems to be lacking, and the True Elemental is clearly delayed," thoughts flooded into Xu Ping’an’s mind.

With his experience from a previous life and the training in this one, when facing Sect Disciples who lacked experience in life-and-death fights, it was a complete steamroll.

If it were an ordinary situation, he would certainly use Soul Power to strike the opponent dead instantly.

But since it was a spar, he intended to use it to hone his Spatial Attribute True Elemental and combat techniques.

He swiftly made a move with his left hand, deflecting Shi Po’s attack effortlessly.

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At the same time, his right hand had already formed a fist, which he threw out in a punch that landed squarely on Shi Po’s chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound like that of a mountain collapsing erupted, sending Shi Po flying backward. He crashed outside of the arena and lay there unconscious.

"How... is this possible?" The disciples of the Heavenly Moon Sect were all staring, dumbfounded.

One punch?

Brother Shi Po actually lost?

How could this be possible?

What exactly happened just now?

Even the elders of the Heavenly Moon Sect were stunned, the result being completely beyond their expectations.

On the side of the Lieyang Royal Mansion, both Situ Qianqian and Situ Xingfeng were also shocked speechless.

How is this possible, Xu Ping’an won?

That quickly?

They might have known that Xu Ping’an could win, but they had never imagined he would win this quickly.

"Brother, did Xu... did Cousin Wu Qing use that fist technique from before?" Situ Qianqian asked, puzzled.

"I’m not sure, but that punch wasn’t very fast. I just don’t know why Shi Po’s attack was so easily neutralized," replied Situ Xingfeng, equally confused.

Situ Lie, who seemed to be deep in thought, relaxed his frown and spoke up, "It’s the overbearing experience. Although Shi Po’s attack was fierce, in Wu Qing’s eyes, it was full of openings. Wu Qing’s practical experience is too vast, no less than my own. So he spotted Shi Po’s weakness at a glance. Just now, that move left Shi Po wide open. This much doesn’t surprise me; what does surprise me is the punch Xu Ping’an delivered earlier."

"What about that punch?" asked Situ Qianqian, perplexed.

"Right, that punch seemed familiar to me too, but I can’t quite place it," added Situ Xingfeng.

Situ Lie shook his head and said, "It was the Third Layer of the Ninth Layer Slash. What I didn’t expect was that Xu Ping’an had mastered the Third Layer of the Ninth Layer Slash and used it so adeptly, converting swordsmanship directly into a fist technique."

"The Third Layer of the Ninth Layer Slash? And he applied swordsmanship to fist technique? How long has he been practicing?" exclaimed Situ Xingfeng, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He had also practiced the Ninth Layer Slash, training for five years and only mastering up to the Fifth Layer.

And now, if asked to adapt his sword technique to a fist technique, he still found it challenging.

Situ Qianqian too was staring at Xu Ping’an in shock, her eyes filled with incredulity.

"Yes, that’s what I find astonishing. The fact that he can do this shows that his comprehension of the Ninth Layer Slash is already high. Xingfeng, he likely has a deeper understanding of the Ninth Layer Slash than you. You should watch closely; it might be greatly beneficial for you," Situ Lie advised.

Upon hearing this, Situ Xingfeng felt like finding a block of tofu to headbutt to death.

The combat technique he had practiced for five years was inferior to someone’s overnight training; it was simply humiliating.

Along with the shame, he was astonished by Xu Ping’an’s monstrous progress.

Seeing Situ Xingfeng’s expression, Situ Qianqian comforted him, "Brother, don’t lose heart. Cousin Wu Qing is not ordinary. Even if you’re not as good as him, you’re still at least one-tenth as formidable."

One-tenth?

Situ Xingfeng couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

Sister, you might as well not have bothered comforting me.

These words are like driving a knife into my heart.

Simultaneously, a young man from the Qingfeng Sect appeared equally astounded.

One punch?

How could this be possible?

The elder, seeing the young man’s reaction, immediately laughed and said, "Now you see, cultivation isn’t everything. You mustn’t underestimate anyone, Wentcai. If you can reach half of his composure, you’ll be ready to graduate from your apprenticeship."

Half?

The young man clenched his fists, his face showing a trace of unwillingness.

In his master’s eyes, was he truly not even half as good as that man?