Chapter 12: Seizing a Trove of Victory Points
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Whoosh—
The moment Qin Jue’s words rang out, everyone was stunned, abruptly halting their actions.
“This kid’s lost his mind?”
“Where did this fool come from? Who’s guarding the gate?”
“This guy must be tired of living!”
...
Voices of disbelief and murmurs erupted all around.
This was the Zhenwu Hall, a gathering place for warriors!
For a young man barely twenty years old to dare speak such words—
Wasn’t that courting death?
All eyes fixed on Qin Jue with a mixture of disbelief and scorn.
“I think you’re asking for death!” a martial artist shouted furiously.
Whether the boy was truly crazy or just pretending, daring to provoke on Zhenwu Hall’s turf was unforgivable, especially to a martial artist like himself.
With that, he unleashed a powerful strike. His thick right arm glowed faintly red, cutting through the air like a blade through bamboo.
Qin Jue’s eyes narrowed.
This was his chance for victory!
He lifted his arm and met the punch head-on.
“Bang!”
The collision of fists caused the martial artist's expression to flicker, a sharp pain surging through him.
Such tremendous force!
He inwardly shuddered but didn’t retreat; instead, he advanced, swinging his right leg in a sweeping kick.
“Smack!”
The powerful blow struck Qin Jue’s leg with crushing weight.
Qin Jue’s gaze darkened; his blood surged fiercely, yet he stood firm, unmoving!
The martial artist was momentarily stunned.
At that moment, Qin Jue swung his left fist in a howling strike.
The martial artist hastily raised his left arm to shield his head.
“Bang!”
Another collision sent his head snapping back, forcing him to stagger backward repeatedly.
Seizing the opening, Qin Jue closed in, fists flying in a seemingly chaotic yet devastating barrage.
In mere moments, the martial artist was pushed back relentlessly, finally sent flying with a heavy kick, crashing to the ground!
[Congratulations, host has successfully defeated an opponent, earning 1 victory point!]
The crowd gaped in shock to see their own martial artist so easily bested, mouths agape, eyes wide with disbelief.
“How is this possible?” a disciple whispered in astonishment.
None could have imagined that the so-called fool they mocked possessed such strength.
At that moment, other martial artists inside the hall, drawn by the commotion, stepped into the arena.
“What’s going on?” a scar-faced man glared at his fallen comrade, his voice low and stern.
“Master Wei, this kid is trying to kick us out!” someone shouted.
The scar-faced man, called Master Wei, fixed his cold gaze on Qin Jue, murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
“Kick us out? Do you really think no one stands for Zhenwu Hall?”
Before he finished, he charged forward, bursting with energy.
Leaping before Qin Jue, he launched a flying kick aimed straight at his face.
Qin Jue raised both arms, bracing himself.
“Bang!”
Master Wei specialized in lower-body techniques; such a kick wielded tremendous power, difficult even for peers to withstand.
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