NOVPUB15: Chapter 015 Golden Thunder Eight Slashes
15 -015 Golden Thunder Eight Slashes
“Wow…”
Sikong Jing lay on the ground in disarray, vomiting fresh blood.
“Second brother!” Su Yun screamed and rushed over to help Sikong Jing up.
Sikong Jing fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pushed Su Yun away with force, and stood up, roaring at Sikong Jing, “Criminal sicko, how dare you sneak attack me?”
“There’s a saying in the military: all is fair in war,” Sikong Jing stepped forward slowly and spoke calmly, “However, that punch just now was not my full strength, so it doesn’t count as a sneak attack.
Otherwise, you would have been dead by now.”
His words were flat, yet carried an incredible arrogance, as if he was the one at the Bright Realm Eighth Level.
But this was the truth.
Even facing Su Zhengtao from the Dark Realm, Sikong Jing had the confidence to kill with one strike.
Not to mention the insignificant Sikong Jing—if he really wanted to sneak attack, a hundred Sikong Jings wouldn’t be enough for him to kill.
“A sneak attack is a sneak attack, and yet you dare speak such insane arrogance.
Second brother, quickly break his limbs.
I also want to tear his mouth apart,” Su Yun, who didn’t believe a word from Sikong Jing, pointed at him angrily and said.
At the same time, Sikong Jing’s father, Su Zhenglong, also came back to his senses and gave a wry smile.
He didn’t believe what Sikong Jing said either.
If it weren’t for a sneak attack, Sikong Jing at the Bright Realm Fourth Level couldn’t possibly have struck Sikong Jing.
Mei Xiaofang also spoke discontentedly, “If you have time to brag here, why don’t you follow up on your victory?”
She too realized that Sikong Jing had indeed launched a sneak attack, and what was the use of boasting now?
Boom!
All of a sudden, Sikong Jing gathered his True Qi and positioned himself in a starting stance, his voice eerie and fearsome, “I’ve decided to slowly twist off your limbs, to inflict endless pain upon you.
Take this…
Falling Peak Fist.”
With those words, Sikong Jing charged forward.
True Qi from the Bright Realm Eighth Level was focused in his fist as he hurled it towards Sikong Jing.
Compared to that, Sikong Jing’s True Qi was as insignificant as sand.
Su Yuexi’s heart clenched again, her fists tight with tension, anticipating the sight of Sikong Jing being blown away and spitting blood.
However, the next moment, something unbelievable happened.
Sikong Jing nonchalantly reached out his hand and grabbed Sikong Jing’s fist, halting it completely.
“This is all the True Qi you have, and you claim to be at the Bright Realm Eighth Realm?
How pathetic,” he said.
After speaking, Sikong Jing’s knee flew out, slamming hard into Sikong Jing’s abdomen.
Sikong Jing’s eyes bulged as blood surged from his mouth; he was once again sent flying backward!
Su Yuexi and the worried trio widened their eyes.
How had he won again?
Then, Sikong Jing turned back to Mei Xiaofang and said, “Mother-in-law, what I said just now was not an exaggeration.”
Shock was written all over Su Zhenglong’s face.
Could his son-in-law be this formidable?
The next second, his pupils shrank, “Watch out behind you, don’t get distracted.”
Following his warning, a gust of cutting wind emanated from Sikong Jing’s back, accompanied by Sikong Jing’s furious voice.
“Criminal, you have angered me.
I didn’t want to give it my all, but now I will grind you to ashes.”
Sikong Jing was beside himself with rage.
How could he, the second son of the Su Family, one of Yunye City’s Four Great Families, famous in the city, let this scene be seen by outsiders?
He would be the laughing stock.
People would say Sikong Jing, the second son of the Su Family, was beaten up by a criminal with only Bright Realm Fourth Level, bloodied and looking for his teeth on the ground.
He had to turn the situation around immediately.
At that moment, he had already grasped a long blade in his hand, slashing horizontally at Sikong Jing, who had his back turned—determined to win.
But how keen were Sikong Jing’s senses?
During the chaos of the Seven Countries, he faced sneak attacks from seven figures at the Transcendent Peak Realm from the Seven Countries and managed to counter and slay all seven.
Even though he was now re-cultivating, his instincts…
were still intact!
So just as the blade approached, Sikong Jing was about to reach out and grab it.
Seeing this, Su Zhenglong, in shock, exclaimed, “Don’t try to catch it!
That’s the Su Family’s Golden Thunder Eight Slashes, a lower Xuan-Grade Combat Skill.”
In this world, Martial Arts Techniques are divided into four Grades: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow.
With Yellow being the weakest and Heavenly the strongest, each Grade is divided into three levels: high, middle, and low.
And a Low-level Xuan Grade technique was already considered a rare, advanced Combat Skill in a remote place like Yunye City.
Sikong Jing was actually trying to catch the blade with his hand.
Did he not care for his hand anymore?
Yet, Sikong Jing did not heed Su Zhenglong’s words, but rather his hand shot out courageously and grasped the powerful blade.
“You insolent fool!
Can’t you understand human speech?” Mei Xiaofang screamed instinctively.
Su Yuexi was in a panic, for how could she, the Su Family’s young miss, not know how powerful the Golden Thunder Eight Slashes were?
Her husband was going to lose his hand.
But?
The next moment, everyone’s gazes froze.
Sikong Jing’s hand was not severed by the blade; instead, he held the edge, enveloped in True Qi, tightly in his grasp.
Crack!
Following, Sikong Jing’s other hand whipped out and slapped Sikong Jing’s face hard.
With a loud cry, Sikong Jing was sent flying for the third time.
He spun midair before hitting the ground, and his long blade now rested in Sikong Jing’s hand, who then placed the blade’s edge upon Sikong Jing’s neck and asked, “Did you want to cripple my limbs and hands?”
His voice was calm, but it echoed like thunder to the entire audience!
Su Zhenglong was agape, Su Yue covered her mouth under her veil in disbelief, and Mei Xiaofang’s face expressed shock.
All three felt like they were dreaming.
Sikong Jing had won…
just like that?
