C19 Iron Bone Fist

"It's him."

Ye Feilong's expression darkened.

He didn't even finish speaking before he struck.

The scabbard rocketed towards Ye Feilong's face.

Like a fierce tiger, he charged forward, his long sword pulsing with Genuine Qi and emitting a chilling light. With an astonishing momentum, he surged ahead aggressively.

The couple stood still, seemingly gauging Ye Feilong's capabilities, as well as those of Ye Feilong.

"Has this guy improved so much?"

Ye Feilong was taken aback.

Ye Feilong was still at the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage, but he had clearly made significant strides since yesterday in the infirmary. Was it a newfound courage after the shame of ten slaps, or had he consumed a Pill to boost his Genuine Qi?

Ye Feilong's progress, however, was even more substantial. Now at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage, he was far more formidable than before, widening the gap between himself and Ye Feilong. Thus, he paid little attention to Ye Feilong, focusing instead on the couple, sensing that their strength was on par with Ye Feilong's.

But since they showed no intention of attacking, Ye Feilong was more than content.

He drew his sword.

Ye Feilong unleashed his full power.

The sword light cascaded like waves.

Incredibly, he had integrated his sword technique into the Wave Punch.

Following the tide of sword waves, his visage grew even more ferocious.

Back in the infirmary, he couldn't use his sword and had to rely on his fists. When he executed the Wave Punch, it was effortlessly countered by Ye Feilong, who also dealt him a stinging slap—a profound disgrace. Now, outside and backed by his senior siblings, he was determined to exert his full strength to slay Ye Feilong and extinguish the burning resentment within him. If Ye Feilong lived, those ten slaps would haunt him as an eternal shame and a lifelong nightmare.

As the sword wave crested, it threatened to engulf Li Feilong.

The couple watched Ye Feilong intently, and seeing that he remained motionless, they exchanged a glance, puzzled.

In the instant their eyes met, Ye Feilong made his move.

"Clang!"

The sword's song pierced the air.

A brilliant arc of sword light cleaved through the space.

The technique was basic, a fundamental slash known to swordsmen far and wide, but Ye Feilong executed it with a ferocity and brutality that was anything but ordinary.

The sword cut through the waves.

With a bold stride, Ye Feilong closed the distance to Ye Feiling.

"Smack!"

The slap echoed sharply.

Ye Feiling's eyes bulged, nearly popping out of his skull, as if he had just encountered the world's most bizarre creature.

He was in utter disbelief, unable to accept what had happened.

He had taken great pride in his unique fusion of swordplay and the Wave Punch, a personal triumph and his most lethal technique.

He had intended to use this move to either kill Ye Feilong outright or inflict severe injury.

Yet, his carefully crafted attack was effortlessly bisected by a simple stroke of Ye Feilong's sword. It was like a replay of yesterday's encounter in the infirmary, with Ye Feilong stepping in close to deliver another stinging slap.

It seemed impossible. After consuming a Blood Qi Pill, his Genuine Qi had significantly improved, making him feel stronger than the day before. He was confident enough to face off against the Ye family's elders at the Seventh Level of the Qi Martial Stage and emerge unscathed. How then could he be defeated by this so-called waste with no dantian?

The notion that someone without a dantian could wield such strength was inconceivable.

"Smack!"

Before Ye Feiling could snap out of his shock, another slap landed on his left cheek.

Following that slap, Ye Feilong ceased his slapping. His hand smoothly transitioned into a palm blade, slicing into Ye Feiling's ribs.

The Willow Leaf Blade!

This was one of the Ye family's blade techniques, which Ye Feilong adapted into a palm strike.

This was the same spot where Ye Feiling had been injured the day before. Ye Yihai had furiously accused Ye Feilong of foul play, claiming he had shattered three of Ye Feiling's ribs, but that was an exaggeration. If it had been true, Ye Feiling wouldn't be so lively and present today.

Ye Feilong had offered no defense or explanation at the time.

Because there was no need for either.

A hand blade had just shattered three of Ye Feilong's ribs, and he owed no one an explanation.

The strike was devastatingly powerful.

Ye Feilong screamed in agony and spat blood, only to receive a slap across the face that sent him flying sideways. His teeth scattered as he crashed to the ground, unable to rise for a moment. Lying there, he stared at Ye Feilong in disbelief, unable to accept that after consuming two Pills that significantly enhanced his Genuine Qi and executing his most lethal move, he could still be so soundly defeated.

The faces of the man and woman darkened at the sight.

The woman's eyes bore into Ye Feilong with venomous intent as she suddenly commanded, "How dare you harm my junior brother? Niu Qian, kill him!"

Niu Qian, the young man, had been silent until now. He had an unremarkable appearance, but his deferential manner towards the woman suggested something more. At her command, his presence exploded with energy, revealing his Seventh Level Qi Martial Stage prowess.

"Boom!"

Niu Qian unleashed his full might, his fists pounding forward like twin dragons emerging from the depths. In an instant, they were upon Ye Feilong.

"So much for being formidable, he's just at the Seventh Level!"

Ye Feilong steadied himself, transferring his sword to his left hand, sinking into his stance, and launching a punch with his right fist.

"Fighting me with just your physical strength and no Genuine Qi? You're courting death!"

"Bone Iron Fist!"

Niu Qian scoffed as Ye Feilong met his fists head-on without his sword. His face twisted with scorn as he deliberately channeled his Genuine Qi into his fists, which took on a thin, silver-gray sheen as if they were encased in metal.

The Bone Iron Fist was Niu Qian's favorite and most skilled Fist Art.

The woman, seeing Ye Feilong daring to confront Niu Qian with bare fists, couldn't help but smirk with derision.

Ye Feilong's face immediately brightened with excitement. En route, his senior sister had mentioned that Niu Qian was a Seventh Level Martial Stage practitioner with innate Herculean strength. Even some of the Eighth Level Martial Stage senior brothers had been bested by him in sparring.

"Do you really think you're the strongest in the world? Watch as my senior brother crushes your fists."

Ye Feilong felt a surge of energy.

Boom!

Their fists collided.

In a flash, the impact sent shockwaves of air currents rippling through the atmosphere.

Niu Qian's smirk abruptly solidified into a look of terror. His eyes widened with fear, his complexion turned crimson, and his mouth gaped open like a gasping carp, seemingly desperate to speak. But before a word could escape, the overwhelming force had already sent his blood and Qi into chaos, causing blood to spurt uncontrollably like a fountain.

"This isn't good!"

Instead of feeling triumphant, Ye Feilong's face fell, his expression darkening.