Chapter 66: A Single Punch... Dividing Yin and Yang!

Chapter 66: A Single Punch... Divides Yin and Yang!

Everyone turned to look at the speaker, only to discover a cute, doll-like little girl.

Beside her was another little girl who looked almost identical.

They were actually twins.

Many couldn't help but think: cute as they were, this was... too much of a setup.

Shi Hao and Shi Zhuli, the brother and sister, sneered inwardly, wondering how he was going to get out of this mess.

However, Xue An’s next action caught everyone completely off guard.

Xue An smiled, gently patted Xue Xiang and Xue Nian on the head, and said indifferently, "That's right! So Daddy is going up on stage."

"Yay! Then go for it, Daddy!" Xue Xiang and Xue Nian said with earnest expressions.

Shi Hao almost burst out laughing.

He is Mr. Xue?

How could someone like him possibly be Mr. Xue?

Many people looked at Xue An with gazes of doubt and disdain.

As Xue An stepped forward to leave the spectator stands, Xue Lan grabbed his arm in a panic.

"Brother Xiao'an..."

Xue An looked at Xue Lan and smiled faintly, "Be a good girl, wait for me to come back!"

At this moment, Xiang Bing couldn't help but feel amused inwardly.

Wait for you to come back?

Do you really think you'll still be able to come back?

What a joke!

Xiang Bing believed that Xue An was heading to certain death.

This was also the opinion of the vast majority of people.

Therefore, as Xue An walked up the stairs to the stage step by step, some people cast sympathetic glances at him.

However, nothing from the outside world could disturb Xue An. He leisurely stepped down from the stands and walked onto the arena one step at a time.

Meanwhile, Yu Ling looked at Xue An with curious eyes.

It wasn't until Xue An reached the stage that Yu Ling said indifferently, "You are Mr. Xue?"

Xue An shook his head, then flashed a row of white teeth and smiled grimly, "To be exact, my name is Xue An!"

"Whether it's Xue An or Mr. Xue, did my two disciples die at your hands?" Yu Ling pressed on aggressively.

Xue An nodded, "That's right, I killed them!"

An uproar broke out below.

Many people simply refused to believe it, because Xue An looked ordinary and plain, not at all like a master, let alone a martial artist.

"Could this kid have lost his mind?"

"He must be out of his mind for wanting to show off!"

The crowd below buzzed with discussion, while Yu Ling's expression gradually darkened.

"Before I came, I thought this Mr. Xue must be an extraordinary master. To think he's just an ordinary person. Does that mean my two disciples were both murdered by you through despicable schemes?" Yu Ling said with a sinister tone.

This was also what many people were thinking.

After all, Yu Qing was considered a top-tier expert within the top fifty of the Prodigy Ranking, yet he died at the hands of this seemingly powerless Xue An.

No one would believe there wasn't some dirty trick involved.

Yet Xue An shook his head, "Are you talking about Yu Qing? He was far too weak; he only took two punches from me!"

"You arrogant brat, how dare you!" Yu Ling flew into a rage.

Down below, Xiang Bing scoffed in utter disdain, sneering, " Courting death!"

Xue An sighed softly, "What? Don't believe me? Then why don't you try it yourself? I'd also like to know how many punches you, their master... can take from me?"

Yu Ling sneered, "Fine! Very well! You've successfully angered me, and I will make you die a painful death!"

A chilling, bone-piercing murderous intent suddenly erupted from Yu Ling, causing everyone in the audience to turn pale with shock.

Tan Dong, Tan Xiaoyu, Hua Tingting, and others wore exceptionally solemn expressions.

They knew Yu Ling was powerful, but they hadn't expected him to be this terrifying.

Yet, amidst this boiling aura of slaughter, Xue An stood with his hands behind his back, tilting his head slightly to look at the darkening sky, and smiled faintly, "Look! The wind is rising!"

Yu Ling let out a cold snort, slowly raised his right hand, and shouted softly, "Pointing at the Sky... One Sword!"

A dazzling beam of white light, seeming to connect the heavens and the earth, erupted from Yu Ling's right hand, hurtling straight toward Xue An with the crushing momentum of Mount Tai.

The momentum was so immense that even the sturdy arena began to tremble and crack.

This celestial-like sword strike turned the faces of all the martial artists present completely pale.

Many asked themselves that if they were to face this sword, they could only await death without the slightest ability to fight back.

Yet, in the face of this monstrous, earth-shattering sword strike, Xue An neither dodged nor parried. A trace of a smile even slowly bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

Then, just as the sword qi was about to graze the top of his head, Xue An suddenly raised his hand, extending two slender fingers, and clamped onto the magnificent, momentum-carrying sword.

On one side was the qi-formed sword wielded by Yu Ling, and on the other were two slender, delicate fingers.

The contrast between the two was stark and extreme.

It even gave the illusion that in the very next second, those two fingers would be ground into powder.

Yet, strangely enough, Yu Ling's sword could no longer descend any further.

Those two fingers were like two towering mountains, suppressing the sword qi so completely that it couldn't advance even an inch.

Yu Ling’s expression froze.

Xue An, however, said indifferently, "Stronger than your disciple, but still... far too weak!"

With that, Xue An pinched his fingers together.

*Snap.*

Following a crisp sound,

The qi-sword was snapped in half right down the middle, dissolving into nothingness.

The entire audience was stunned into silence!

Xiang Bing stood up abruptly, staring at the scene on the stage in sheer disbelief.

A flash of shock and suspicion crossed Yu Ling's eyes, but he still sneered, "You certainly have some skills, but you're still going to die!"

Saying this, Yu Ling extended all ten fingers, sending ten streaks of sword qi straight toward Xue An.

The speed was so blinding that it even caused sonic booms in the air along their path.

Still, Xue An did not move.

Joy surged in Yu Ling's heart as the qi-swords were about to pierce straight into Xue An's body.

In his mind's eye, he could already picture the scene of Xue An lying on the ground in a pool of blood the very next second.

At that exact moment, however, Xue An raised his head, glanced at the densely clouded sky, and said calmly, "Now... it's my turn!"

As he spoke, Xue An casually raised his right hand and declared coldly, "Behold... A single punch to shake the heavens and earth!"

It looked like an extremely ordinary punch.

Unhurried, steady, and unforced.

Yet, just this simple punch caused Yu Ling's expression to change drastically, forcing him to retreat frantically.

Simultaneously,

Everyone in the audience felt as though the heavens and earth had suddenly inverted, causing them all to tumble to the ground in unison.

As for the arena...

The arena that had appeared indestructible was now completely overturned and shattered to pieces.

As for Yu Ling, he retreated in utter disarray to a distant spot, panting heavily while staring at Xue An with eyes filled with overwhelming terror.

It was his instinct as a supreme martial artist that had warned him of the sheer terror behind Xue An's punch, prompting his desperate retreat.

Had he retreated even a fraction of a second slower, his life would have already been extinguished within it.

Meanwhile, down in the audience, Leng Yun stared at the proud, upright figure of Xue An on the stage, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

That's right!

It was him!

The lofty, supreme aura she had sensed before the tournament began had emanated from him!

Without a moment of hesitation, Leng Yun turned around and fled.

Because she knew deep down that this man was simply not someone she, or anyone else, could ever rival!

"What... what kind of fist technique is this?" Yu Ling rasped out, a trace of imperceptible trembling underlying his voice.

Xue An withdrew his fist and smiled faintly, "Not bad, you actually managed to dodge that punch! But... still not enough!"

With that, a heaven-shaking aura erupted toward the heavens, and the entire Qingmang Mountain seemed to tremble slightly under its weight.

Yu Ling's last shred of wishful thinking vanished completely. He finally understood that the gap between him and this man was not just a slight margin, but an abyss of despair.

Thus, he made the only correct decision: with a single leap, he shot into the sky, attempting to flee.

At this moment, Xue An spoke in an indifferent tone, "Want to run? Unfortunately, it's too late!"

"Witness the second form of my God-Slaying Six Styles: Dividing Yin and Yang!"