C19 How Could You Still be Alive??

Jiaang Lin hadn't anticipated that Qiu Xiya would rush over to check on him so quickly. He felt a surge of emotion and reassured her, "I'm fine, beautiful. With my strength, how could such a minor attack take me down?"

Hearing the robustness in Jiaang Lin's voice and noting his playful banter, Qiu Xiya realized he was far from being in any real distress.

Feigning anger, Qiu Xiya couldn't hide the relief flooding her heart.

Observing Qiu Xiya's allure, Jiaang Lin sprang to his feet, briskly dusting himself off. "Such a feeble attack couldn't possibly hurt me. It didn't even scratch my skin!" he declared confidently.

With a broad smile, he assured her, "Rest easy. I made a vow to defend North Mountain Village, and I intend to keep it."

Jiaang Lin then strode toward Qi Yuan, with Qiu Xiya's shimmering gaze following his every move.

Behind him, Qiu Xiya's eyes sparkled mysteriously, her thoughts inscrutable.

Qi Yuan watched in disbelief as Jiaang Lin approached. "Wasn't Jiaang Lin just sent flying? How is he standing again?" he thought, his teeth clenched in shock.

Qi Yuan was astounded. He was certain his attack had hit Jiaang Lin squarely, and he knew the force behind his punch. It was enough to kill a bull, turning its organs to mush. Yet, Jiaang Lin had withstood that blow, spitting out just a mouthful of blood and still daring to advance toward him?

Jiaang Lin's voice had boomed loud and clear, reaching everyone's ears, proclaiming Qi Yuan's attack to be powerless, not even capable of breaking his skin.

This was an affront Qi Yuan couldn't stand. As a disciple of the Green Mountain Sect and a pupil of an elder, his prowess was renowned throughout the sect. Aside from the elite prodigies, he was ranked in the top ten, which was precisely why he had been tasked with collecting resources from all the villages.

Qi Yuan's gaze was icy. He couldn't fathom why Jiaang Lin hadn't perished under his strike, a failure that was a severe blow to his pride.

Should word get out that he couldn't even dispatch a mere Martial Cultivator Level 1, how would Qi Yuan ever hold his head up in the Green Mountain Sect?

The thought of his master learning of this was even more dreadful. His master placed great value on reputation, and if the news spread, the ridicule from other elders would be unbearable. Qi Yuan could very well find himself cast out of the sect in a fit of his master's rage, his access to vital cultivation resources severed.

This was a scenario Qi Yuan was desperate to avoid.

In a flash, his eyes blazed red, and the flames along his arms grew wilder, his aura surging dramatically.

"My God, Senior Brother has resorted to his ace move, the Flame Burst Fist!"

"That's a top-tier Yellow Level martial technique, capable of splitting boulders! If that punch hits an ordinary person, they'd be blown to bits, ultimately reduced to ashes by the flames!"

"I can't believe Senior Brother is using the Flame Burst Fist on a mere Level 1 Martial Cultivator! He must be truly enraged!"

At that moment, all the villagers watched Qi Yuan's frenzied form, their legs shaking with the palpable threat of death. They all feared for Jiaang Lin's life against Qi Yuan's impending onslaught.

"Jiaang Lin, prepare to die!"

Qi Yuan's energy peaked, his presence climbing with each passing second, and then he hurled his fist toward Jiaang Lin.

In that split second, a slight smile played on Jiaang Lin's lips, his confidence unshaken.

He stood his ground, relying on his skills in pain and impact resistance, convinced he could endure the blow.

As Qi Yuan's fist, ablaze with fierce flames, descended with crushing force, Jiaang Lin remained unfazed, not even a furrow creasing his brow. His serene demeanor left everyone around him in awe.

"This young man remains unfazed even in the face of an Immortal Master's divine power. His composure is truly remarkable—he's an extraordinary individual!"

Despite saying this, all the villagers shut their eyes, unable to witness the gruesome scene of Jiaang Lin being beaten to death by Qi Yuan.

In that moment, as every villager's eyes were closed, only Qiu Xiya kept her beautiful eyes wide open, intently watching Jiaang Lin.

At the very instant Qi Yuan's fist connected with Jiaang Lin's chest, Qiu Xiya's eyes shockingly widened in disbelief!

All the villagers heard was a dull thud. In their minds, they had already envisioned Jiaang Lin spewing blood, his body being propelled backward like a bloodied arrow.

In that moment, a violent spasm seized the hearts of all the villagers.

"How can Jiaang Lin still be alive?"

None of the villagers dared to look, but then they were startled by an astonished cry that echoed in their ears. Opening their eyes, they saw Qi Yuan's junior brothers and sisters from the Green Mountain Sect staring agape in one direction.

They witnessed Qi Yuan's fist slamming into Jiaang Lin's chest!

Yet there stood Jiaang Lin, a cold smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at Qi Yuan, who was a few centimeters shorter. His gaze was filled with mockery.

"How could you possibly still be alive?!"

Qi Yuan murmured to himself.

This was Qi Yuan's most powerful technique, the Flame Burst Fist, which had earned him a formidable reputation within the Green Mountain Sect. But now, as it hit Jiaang Lin, it seemed as though nothing had happened—Jiaang Lin appeared completely unscathed!