Asura Mad Emperor

Chapter 55 Unbearable Single Blow

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"Lecture me?"

Upon hearing Liu Qingyu's words, Qinchuan couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Liu Qingyu, he said, "What you said is not bad, in this world strength is respected, and without strength, high talent is pointless."

"However, with your meager cultivation path, thinking you can lecture me, you're far from qualified."

Liu Qingyu was immediately furious. He was the pride of Congyun Sect, having reached the Meridian Opening Realm by the age of twenty-five and even condensed a strand of Qi momentum, making him one of the top experts among his fellow sect disciples.

Yet now, he was being looked down upon by a boy nine years his junior.

"Ignorant fool, I'll show you how formidable I am!"

Liu Qingyu took a deep breath, his eyes shining with a glint of cold light.

"Qinchuan, I never thought you would be so recklessly arrogant! With such an overestimation of yourself, you truly believe you are fit to clash with Brother Qingyu. I advise you to kneel down and apologize to Brother Qingyu right now; otherwise, once Brother Qingyu truly makes a move, with your strength, you will likely be unable to withstand it!"

Zhou Rong frowned slightly. Although she didn't like Qinchuan and even harbored some irritation toward him, she still didn't want to see him killed on the spot by Liu Qingyu, and she kindly offered a warning.

However, Qinchuan responded with a wry smile, casting a glance at Zhou Rong and said, "Want me to kneel down and apologize to him? Let alone him, even the Divine Emperor in front of me couldn't bear my kneeling!"

"You!"

Hearing Qinchuan's words, Zhou Rong was immediately choked with anger, "Ungrateful fool, go to your death!"

She was at a loss for words, having never seen someone so unaware of their own limits. Even the Divine Emperor couldn't bear your kneeling, who do you think you are?

The other attendees at the event were also left speechless, thinking that Qinchuan's boasting was too outlandish.

Liu Qingyu also let out a cold laugh, "I've really never seen anyone dare to talk big to this extent! Very well, let me teach you a lesson and bring you back to your senses!"

Qinchuan was unfazed, not taking him seriously in the slightest and said indifferently, "If you want to make a move, then hurry up. Since when did disciples of Congyun Sect become so indecisive? Not at all like the decisive and efficient style of your founding ancestors."

With that, he pointed at Liu Qingyu and calmly said, "Go ahead, make your move."

Seeing Qinchuan's posture, Liu Qingyu's mouth twitched, and he was shaking with anger. Even among his peers in the Congyun Sect, nobody dared to disregard him like this, yet now this young nobody from Great Wilderness City was looking down on him.

"Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms!"

He immediately shouted, and his True Qi burst forth in an instant. He raised his hand and unleashed a low-grade Profound Level martial skill, slapping it towards Qinchuan.

This particular palm technique was incredibly powerful. Once executed, the void immediately filled with layered palm shadows coming at Qinchuan like a dense curtain, enveloping him and even blocking off all his escape routes.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

With each strike of his palm, True Qi exploded, sending out shockwaves that caused the air to burst with noise, creating a tremendous force.

In the arena, everyone suddenly grew anxious.

"What a mysterious martial skill!"

"Worthy of being a disciple of Congyun Sect, practicing such a profound martial skill!"

The surrounding crowd was astonished.

"Brother Qingyu, please show mercy!"

Seeing Liu Qingyu's fierce attack, Zhou Rong's face drained of color and she cried out in alarm.

Although she looked down on Qinchuan and even disliked him due to his previous words and attitude, she didn't wish for him to lose his life.

After all, she was just a fifteen-year-old girl, somewhat spoiled and willful, but she was not malicious at heart.

At that moment, seeing Liu Qingyu display such a mysterious and profound technique with such momentum, she felt that there was no way Qinchuan could withstand Liu Qingyu's palm.

But before her words had ended, she saw Qinchuan frown in the face of Liu Qingyu's profound and mysterious palm.

"Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms, although a low-grade Profound Level martial skill, contains intricacies and wields great power, no less impressive than an average high-grade Profound Level martial skill."

"Yet in your hands, it has become so crude and full of flaws, and so weak! To think you cannot even grasp the essence of such a simple low-grade Profound Level technique, with such poor comprehension, how did you even get into Congyun Sect and become a formal disciple?"

"Who pulled strings for you, huh?!"

Qinchuan's expression darkened.

In the past, the Congyun Sect was immensely powerful, and the requirements for accepting disciples were very strict, even bordering on harsh.

They wouldn't accept anyone who wasn't a top-tier talent.

With a talent like Liu Qingyu's, at best he could only serve as a menial worker; it was simply impossible for him to become an official disciple!

This made Qinchuan feel somewhat angry, thinking that someone like Liu Qingyu could become an official disciple of the Congyun Sect, likely because there was corruption within the sect and someone had opened a back door for him.

Upon hearing Qinchuan's words, Liu Qingyu was instantly enraged, feeling that Qinchuan was deliberately belittling and humiliating him.

"You're looking for death!"

Liu Qingyu was completely furious. He, a proud son of heaven from the Congyun Sect, was actually being told by Qinchuan that his comprehension was so poor that he had entered the Congyun Sect through backdoor connections.

Nothing could be more humiliating to him than this.

He originally planned to be merciful and hadn't used his full strength.

But now he was thoroughly enraged, and in his fury, he no longer held back. His palm wind was fierce, and his power surged, far surpassing his earlier efforts.

"Too weak, your martial skill is not honed well, and even increasing the delivery of True Qi won't make up for it. You can't unleash its real power."

"Fine then, let me show you what the real Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms looks like!"

Just as the opponent's palm shadows swept over like a fierce storm, Qinchuan finally made his move, and his True Qi burst forth in an instant.

Suddenly, his entire aura changed; his body became light as if transformed into a gentle breeze and light clouds.

His hands moved, and in a moment, the void was also filled with countless palm shadows.

Lo and behold, it was also the Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms!

Unlike the opponent's ferocious tempest, the Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms displayed by Qinchuan appeared incredibly soft, like the tide, each wave layering over the previous, with each wave more powerful than the last.

And when he displayed this palm technique, he even drew upon the energies of the surroundings, stirring up currents of Qi, making his palm technique unpredictable and profound to the extreme, leaving no openings for one to exploit.

"What?! You know the Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms, too? How is this possible? That's the ultimate technique of my Congyun Sect, where did you steal it from?!"

Liu Qingyu was shocked and demanded.

However, Qinchuan did not deign to answer, pressing forward with layer upon layer of Palm Imprints.

Liu Qingyu, sensing Qinchuan's cultivation aura, narrowed his eyes and then sneered, "I thought you had some real skill to dare to look down on my cultivation path. It turns out you're just an ant at the Peak of the Fourth Layer of the Condensed Truth Realm!"

The next moment.

"Pop, pop, pop!"

The palm imprints from both sides collided with each other in quick succession.

In an instant, a series of explosive sounds echoed through the void almost continuously.

Suddenly, Liu Qingyu's face changed drastically. His Cloud Layering Eighteen Palms, after meeting Qinchuan's seemingly soft palm imprints, actually shattered one after another!

Within those seemingly gentle palm imprints of Qinchuan was an incredibly powerful force. He had truly layered the power of the eighteen palms on top of each other without wasting a single bit!

"Bang!"

"Ugh..."

The next moment, the palm imprints surged like a tide over Liu Qingyu, instantly sending him flying backward.

"Not worth a single blow!"

Qinchuan withdrew his hands and stood with them behind his back, looking at Liu Qingyu, who had fallen to the ground after being sent flying, and said coldly, "Speak, who exactly pulled strings for you to allow someone like you to enter the Congyun Sect and become an official disciple?"

All around, there was silence.