Everyone looked astounded upon hearing this; no one had anticipated that Zhao Letian, whose cultivation was rumored to be completely lost, would still dare to challenge Zhao Kang, a martial artist of the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm.
"Are you sure?" Zhao Kang incredulously looked at Zhao Letian and asked with suspicion, a sense of unease drumming in his heart. There were only two possibilities for Zhao Letian to dare challenge him: either Zhao Letian's cultivation was still intact, or Zhao Letian had gone mad. Given the current circumstances, the latter seemed impossible—could it be that Zhao Letian's cultivation wasn't actually crippled?
"I only ask you, do you dare or not? If you don't, then slap yourself now!" Zhao Letian had no interest in explaining anything and said with an indifferent expression. If he hadn't considered that Zhao Kang was an important figure in the family, acting rashly would cause considerable trouble; he wouldn't even bother speaking and would have directly made his move.
"Fine! I want to see how much cultivation a piece of trash like you have left!" Zhao Kang's eyes flickered before his expression darkened decisively, he mustered his courage and gritted his teeth. He believed that the information he had received recently was accurate; many disciples of the Galaxy Sect had witnessed Zhao Letian's cultivation being destroyed and him being thrown into the lake to feed the fish. Now, only a few days had passed; even if Zhao Letian had recovered some of his cultivation, it could not possibly be significant. This was the perfect opportunity for him to vent all the resentments that had been lurking in his shadow for so long.
"No need for nonsense. I'll let you make the first move so that you can't claim I took advantage of you after you lose," Zhao Letian said indifferently, with his hands clasped behind his back, not even deigning to look at Zhao Kang directly. Even without using the power of Mystic Armor, Zhao Letian felt no fear towards Zhao Kang, who was of the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm. After all, as the foremost external talent of the Galaxy Sect, how could he not have some special methods? If he were to employ two layers of the Mystic Armor Power, he was confident he could easily crush Zhao Kang and naturally wouldn't take his opponent seriously.
The crowd gasped at Zhao Letian's words, faces filled with astonishment. To them, Zhao Letian was merely a cripple now; his daring challenge was surprising enough, but now he even wanted Zhao Kang to make the first move, which seemed outrageously audacious. Could it be because he couldn't accept the huge fall from the Zhao Family's prodigy to a cripple and had truly gone insane?
"Hmph! Arrogant! Do you still think you are the past Zhao Family's prodigy? Fine, if you seek humiliation, I will indulge you," Zhao Kang sneered with an angry expression. In his view, Zhao Letian was already a waste, yet he dared to look down on him arrogantly like before, which was an unbearable insult. This enmity must be avenged.
"Furious Wave Shocking Wave Fist!"
The very next moment, Zhao Kang roared angrily, raising his fist wrapped with layers of powerful Primordial Energy Waves, overwhelming like surging waves, seemingly endless and unceasing as it smashed towards Zhao Letian. The momentum was tremendously shocking; onlookers with inferior cultivation were immediately forced to retreat by the powerful residual waves.
"A mid-level Yellow Rank Martial Technique? The martial technique isn't bad, it's just a pity that you have practiced it so poorly, all flash, no substance, merely a useless move."
Facing the frenzied onslaught of punch after punch, Zhao Letian showed no trace of fear and casually commented. He then raised his own fist, similarly enveloped in Primordial Energy Waves, and met the attack head-on.
"Primordial Martial Sixth Realm? It seems your cultivation hasn't been completely wasted, but how could you compete with me with just that level of cultivation? Truly overestimating yourself!" Seeing that Zhao Letian's cultivation was intact, Zhao Kang was initially shocked and then, realizing Zhao Letian's exact level of cultivation, a cruel smile curled on his lips. He, Zhao Kang, was confident that after deploying the mid-level Yellow Rank Martial Technique "Furious Wave Shocking Wave Fist," his attack power could nearly rival those of the Primordial Martial Eighth Realm and could easily suppress an average martial artist of the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm. How could Zhao Letian, a mere Sixth Realm martial artist, compete?
"Indeed, Zhao Letian is too arrogant. With only so little cultivation left, he dares to challenge Zhao Kang. Isn't this seeking death?"
"There's nothing surprising about that. After all, you mustn't forget that not long ago, he was still the foremost talent among the younger generation of our Zhao Family. He has never regarded his peers within the clan highly. Even though his cultivation is no longer as it once was, his arrogance has not diminished in the slightest!"
"Hmph! Being proud is useless without corresponding strength. Without it, he's only bringing disgrace upon himself!"
The onlookers around them were all discussing animatedly. At the same time, Zhao Lingshan, although silent, clearly expressed doubt about Zhao Letian's prospects through the look in her beautiful eyes.
"Strength is not the only factor determining power—watch carefully. The technique is called 'Starlight,' also an intermediate Yellow Grade Martial Technique!"
Zhao Letian paid no attention to the crowd's discussions. A glint flashed in his eyes as the Primordial Energy Wave wrapping around his fist suddenly contracted, quickly concentrating into a blinding white point on the surface of his fist, radiating a terrifyingly powerful energy. Find the s*ou.rc@e% of t.his cha.p&te%r at *.
"How strong! He actually managed to condense all his energy into a single point, making full use of all his power, elevating his attack force by several levels! In contrast, Zhao Kang's attack is scattered and unfocused, wasting too much strength. The gap between them is clear at a glance. No wonder Zhao Letian could become the top talent of the Galaxy Sect's outer gates while Zhao Kang couldn't even enter the doors of Galaxy Sect back then..." Zhao Lingshan's lovely eyes narrowed as surprise arose in her heart.
It happened in the blink of an eye, as quick as lightning striking flint. What seemed complex in reality occurred in just an instant. Zhao Letian and Zhao Kang had already bridged the distance of several dozen yards, their fists colliding fiercely.
As a result, Zhao Letian's fist, flickering with blinding Starlight, pierced through Zhao Kang's layers of fist shadows and energy waves as easily as stabbing through tofu, disregarding all impediments and striking Zhao Kang's fist directly.
In the next instant, a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds were heard, followed by Zhao Kang's piercing scream. Clutching his arm broken into several pieces, his face contorted with pain, he was sent flying backward, crashing harshly onto the ground far away.
"Ah? Zhao Kang lost? What's going on?"
Seeing this scene, except for Zhao Lingshan who had already foreseen the outcome, everyone present was shocked, showing disbelieving expressions. Although they all knew that Zhao Letian, the former number one talent of the Zhao Family, was extraordinary, none expected him to overcome a difference in cultivation realms and defeat Zhao Kang with such ease, in a single punch.
While everyone was still reeling in shock, Zhao Letian had already walked over to Zhao Kang, who was writhing in agony, and stepped on his abdomen without regard for his distressed state: "Slap yourself, or I will cripple your cultivation!"