After all, Liu Ming was ranked seventh in the inner sect. When Lin Qian spoke, he was surprised, but he still acted according to the voice without hesitation.
The disciples below the stage were initially shocked by Lin Qian's speed. He was like a bolt of golden lightning that streaked across the stage and instantly closed in on Liu Ming.
Now, they were also shocked by Liu Ming's quick reaction. He actually threw out such a powerful punch in an instant.
The nature of metal-type soul power was to make attacks extremely penetrative. In addition, Liu Ming's Fist Blade Martial Soul's characteristic was to strengthen his physical body.
Liu Ming's iron fist, which was the strongest in the inner sect, was best at close combat. He punched towards Lin Qian.
The iron fist, which was wrapped in golden soul power, was extremely sharp. It cut off the airflow caused by the fist.
Ordinary inner sect disciples had to avoid Liu Ming's punch. They couldn't take it head-on.
But Lin Qian was different!
"Ha!" Lin Qian opened his mouth and shouted. Facing the iron fist, he didn't dodge. His fist was like a lightning dragon as it bombarded towards Liu Ming.
Liu Ming and Lin Qian's fists collided in mid-air.
The fist, which was wrapped in golden soul power, stabbed into the golden lightning soul power and collided with the fist made of flesh and blood.
Crack!
When the fist and the fist collided, a cracking sound was heard. Lin Qian's fist actually shattered the sharp blade on Liu Ming's iron fist.
Boom!
When the two fists collided, a dull sound was heard. The enormous power contained in Lin Qian's body was transmitted to Liu Ming along with soul power.
The metal gloves that were equipped with elemental weapons rippled like water. Following Lin Qian's push, the ripples gradually moved towards Liu Ming's arm.
Liu Ming's right sleeve was shredded like snowflakes. The muscles on his right arm that was exposed in the air swept backwards like a wave.
Following that, Liu Ming could feel a powerful force being transmitted from his arm to his entire body. His feet left the ground and he flew backwards.
In mid-air, Liu Ming forcefully twisted his body. After spinning a few times, he landed on his feet and staggered a few steps back before he managed to stop himself.
At this moment, Liu Ming's entire right arm was trembling, and blood was oozing out from the wound.
"If I were you, I would immediately admit defeat and go to the Pill Hall for treatment." Lin Qian stood where Liu Ming had been. His entire body was bathed in crimson golden lightning. The corners of his mouth curled up as he looked at Liu Ming.
Liu Ming grabbed his right arm with his left hand and tried to lift it up. With a snap, the dislocated right arm was put back into position.
With a muffled groan, cold sweat seeped from Liu Ming's forehead.
"Crippled!" Liu Ming was very clear about his current situation.
Just now, Lin Qian's punch had not only shattered half of his Origin Tool, it had also injured the muscles in his right arm. His bones had broken into four pieces and his shoulder had been dislocated.
Even his five viscera and six bowels were injured by that punch.
Liu Ming looked at Lin Qian in front of him and was speechless.
His opponent did not have an Origin Tool Equipment. His punch had directly crippled his right arm and reduced his combat power by half!
"Young Emperor Lin Qian, I, Liu Ming, am truly convinced. Hahaha!" Liu Ming suddenly raised his head and laughed. He held his right arm and walked towards Lin Qian.
Lin Qian only smiled and stood motionlessly at his spot. Liu Ming held his right arm, walked past him and walked down the stage.
"Elder Deacon, Liu Ming admits defeat!" Standing at the edge of the barrier, Liu Ming took a deep breath and shouted.
The elder in the air nodded his head stiffly and knocked on the barrier with the jade token in his hand.
Then, an exit appeared in front of Liu Ming, allowing him to leave the stage no. 36.
After leaving the stage, Liu Ming quickened his pace and went to the Pill Hall to treat his injuries.
Just like what Lin Qian had said, if he didn't receive treatment soon, his right arm would either be left with side effects or be crippled!
When Liu Ming admitted defeat, no one laughed at him below the stage number 36.
Lei Qian lost to Lin Qian. Because of this, some people said that Lei Qian's strength wasn't even ranked tenth in the inner sect, and he only obtained this title by relying on his grandfather, the Thunder King, Lei Heng.
Some people believed it. After all, with Lei Qian's background, it was possible.
But now that Liu Ming lost, his strength was also fake?
No!
Liu Ming was only a disciple from a small city under the jurisdiction of the Myriad Nature Sect. His current strength and reputation were all obtained by relying on his fists.
The gazes of the spectating disciples looking at Lin Qian changed.
Especially these Nirvana Realm inner sect disciples. They were completely conquered by Lin Qian's strength.
Ninth level of the Form Origin Realm, completed nine cycles of Nirvana before the age of 18, defeated Liu Ming, who was ranked seventh in the inner sect, with a single punch, and made him admit defeat!
At this moment, Lin Qian's name did not carry the meaning of mockery that they thought it would.
"His master is the Battle Emperor, a legend in the Linhai Prefecture. Now I finally understand that a great master produces a great disciple. Lin Qian is not inferior to the Battle Emperor."
"I'm afraid the student is better than the master. When the Battle Emperor was in the Form Origin Realm, he wasn't as fierce as Lin Qian."
"Now, Lin Qian's title of Young Emperor is real!"
"And these armored people who came out of nowhere are really in the Ninth level of the Nirvana Realm."
On the stage, the soldiers who rushed over were completely crushing the inner sect disciples who followed Liu Ming and Lei Kuo.
In terms of numbers, the soldiers of the Hua Xia Empire won.
In terms of equipment, the soldiers of the Hua Xia Empire won.
In terms of strength, the soldiers of the Hua Xia Empire won.
What could this group of inner sect disciples use to fight against this group of heavily armored soldiers?
In the blink of an eye, the inner sect disciples on the stage were crying for their parents. When they thought of what Lin Qian had said at the beginning, they hurriedly hugged their heads and lay down. Then, they got up and ran away from the stage.
In an instant, there were no inner sect disciples left on stage number 36, except for Lei Kuo.
Bang!
The elemental weapon in Lei Kuo's hand was broken into its core and components. It turned back into a metal ball and scattered on the stage.
As for Lei Kuo, he was kicked in the chest by Lei Qian and fell to the ground.
Lei Kuo, who was kicked to the ground, was in a sorry state. His body was tattered and full of sword wounds that were dripping with blood.
On the other hand, Lei Qian's clothes were clean and he looked calm.
"Lei Kuo, I'm afraid you never thought that such a day would come, right?" Lei Qian held the Thunderbolt Sword in his hand and pointed at Lei Kuo on the ground.
"Is that so? I didn't think that my cousin would be so different from before. " Lei Kuo grinned, his teeth stained red with blood. "So what? I only lost a match. Do you dare kill me?"
"Don't forget, my grandfather is your grandfather's younger brother. He is also one of the eight great elders of the Myriad Sect, the disciplinary hall's punishment elder."
"What do you mean kill me? Do you dare? If you break the sect rules, you will also die. "
Lei Kuo crawled up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He still looked at Lin Qian with a provocative expression. "Your master is about to die. Do you think he can still support you?"
"..." Lin Qian blinked. He turned around and took the longsword from a soldier behind him. He returned to Lei Kuo and said, "Say it again if you have the guts!"
Lei Kuo tore off the tattered clothes on his chest and used his hand to stab his heart. "Come, come, come. Stab me if you have the guts. Stab me, stab me."
Pu!
The sound of a sword piercing flesh rang out. Lei Kuo's eyes widened as he looked at Lin Qian in disbelief. He then lowered his head to look at the longsword that had pierced his heart.
"Heh, you talk too much!" Lin Qian laughed coldly. He turned around and walked away from the stage.
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