C8 The Reckless

"Kid, prepare to meet your end!"

With all pretenses of civility cast aside, Wang Ming dropped the act and unleashed a torrent of black true qi from within himself.

The true qi wove together above Wang Ming's forehead, some strands coalescing into the form of a fearsome beast, its roar piercing the sky, a sight to strike terror in the bravest of hearts.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their fists and palms clashed, their movements as rapid as lightning, too fast for the naked eye to follow. Onlookers could only hear the continuous, soul-shaking blasts of air.

"Tiger Saint Fist!"

Wang Ming bellowed, channeling the raging true qi to his forehead. A tiger, formed from this energy, prowled around him, its roars echoing intermittently.

This was the power of an innate technique, the transformation of true qi!

To wield true qi in such a sophisticated martial display was beyond the reach of even a Houtian Realm Level Nine master.

With this move, Wang Ming's presence exploded like a volcano, his formidable aura sending shivers down the spines of those watching.

"This kid's done for!"

"High Official Wang ascended to the Xiantian realm long ago. For him, killing this boy is as easy as reaching into a bag."

"How old is he, anyway? No matter his talent, he stands no chance against High Official Wang!"

The aides, previously quaking in fear at the hands of Lu Yu, now found their courage, cheering boisterously.

Indeed, what could this kid do, even if he were a once-in-a-lifetime genius?

The advisors were jubilant, already envisioning Lu Yu's demise at the hands of Wang Ming.

King Wei himself, caught up in the excitement, grabbed a wine cup and poured himself a generous serving.

But as he filled the cup, his hand froze mid-pour, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Impossible!"

King Wei's hand trembled uncontrollably, spilling the precious wine without notice.

Before their astonished eyes, Wang Ming, once thought to be an invincible warrior, was steadily losing ground.

Wang Ming truly felt the pressure bearing down on him!

It was an immense pressure, unlike anything he'd experienced even when confronting his fellow reverends at the Hall of Worship.

He was certain that the young man before him possessed merely a Houtian Realm Level One true qi, no pretense involved.

Yet, despite such a meager cultivation level, Wang Ming found himself unable to retaliate, forced to remain on the defensive!

"Ha!"

With a fierce shout, Wang Ming seemed to vent the pent-up frustration within him, his grip intensifying with vigor.

"Brute!"

Lu Yu's icy voice cut through the gusting wind. Both appeared to exert their utmost strength, yet a closer look revealed the clear disparity between them.

Wang Ming appeared to unleash his full power, his body's black true qi radiating outward, occasionally punctuated by the deafening sound of stones shattering.

Lu Yu, in contrast, moved with an effortless grace, as if dealing with a mere child, his every gesture light and easy, parrying Wang Ming's onslaught as if on a leisurely walk through a gale.

At the word "reckless," Wang Ming's eyes blazed with fury.

"You impudent boy, what do you know?" he bellowed.

Lu Yu's frosty gaze pierced through Wang Ming's forceful energy, landing squarely upon him as he spoke with chilling detachment, "You possess true qi several times greater than your opponent's, yet you can't suppress them instantly."

"Your control over your true qi is so poor that it leaks out everywhere, giving the illusion of might, yet it fails to inflict any significant harm on me!"

"Furthermore, you abuse your innate cultivation level to do evil, and even worse, you've dared to lay a hand on my family!"

Lu Yu regarded Wang Ming with the dispassionate stare of one observing the already deceased. "Today, you will leave your life behind!"