Chapter 438 - 155: First Place
But Yang Jing’s eyes were cold as ice, and his assault only grew more ferocious.
His strength was already superior, and his speed was far beyond anything Yuwen Mingjue could match. With both advantages stacked against him, Yuwen Mingjue’s defense grew increasingly feeble.
After another dozen or so exchanges, Yuwen Mingjue’s injuries worsened. Blood constantly trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his footing became unsteady.
Down below, the spectating disciples were already dumbfounded, their gasps of shock rising and falling in waves.
Many had been certain that Yuwen Mingjue would win, but the reality unfolding before them was a harsh slap in the face.
Yuwen Mingjue’s defeat seemed imminent.
On the Cyan Qilin Platform, Yang Jing unleashed another five ferocious attacks. The wind from his fists was sharp, and every strike was aimed to kill.
Just then, his sharp senses caught an opening Yuwen Mingjue exposed as he recoiled in pain—a momentary gap in the defense of his chest and abdomen.
Yang Jing’s gaze hardened. The Inner Strength from his three distinct martial arts surged wildly within him, all of it converging into his right fist. He gathered 120 percent of his usual power—far beyond his normal limits—and ruthlessly smashed it toward the opening.
This punch contained all of his power. It was his most ferocious strike since the Cyan Qilin Battle began.
When Yuwen Mingjue saw the fist, wrapped in terrifying power, hurtling toward him, his face changed dramatically. His expression filled with horror as he hastily raised his elbow in a desperate attempt to block.
But his strength was already less than Yang Jing’s, and this was a panicked block. He couldn’t possibly stop the punch completely; he could only hope to mitigate some of its force.
"CRACK!"
The crisp sound of a bone snapping echoed suddenly.
Yuwen Mingjue let out a bloodcurdling scream. The bone in his elbow had been shattered instantly, and a tide of excruciating pain washed over him.
But it wasn’t over. Yang Jing’s fist, carrying the now-broken arm with it, slammed into Yuwen Mingjue’s chest and abdomen with undiminished force.
Yuwen Mingjue felt as if his internal organs had been violently displaced. Several of his ribs snapped as he was sent flying sideways like a kite with a cut string. In midair, he spewed mouthful after mouthful of blood, staining the cyan flagstones red.
In any previous match, Yang Jing would have stopped here. He would have given his opponent a chance to catch their breath and wait for them to surrender.
But this time, he had no intention of giving Yuwen Mingjue any chance at all.
Racked with intense pain, his consciousness blurring, Yuwen Mingjue hadn’t even crashed into the railing of the Cyan Qilin Platform before he saw Yang Jing’s figure closing in again like a phantom.
The hair on his body stood on end, and a bone-chilling cold shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. He clearly saw the flash of killing intent in Yang Jing’s eyes.
’This guy actually wants to kill me!’
Before, Yuwen Mingjue had thought Yang Jing’s lack of reaction to his provocations meant he was either a coward or simply not good with words.
Only now did he understand. His opponent wasn’t a coward at all; he was a patient, vicious, hungry wolf who, once he found an opportunity, would bare his fangs and go for the kill.
At this moment, any trace of indignation in Yuwen Mingjue’s heart was gone, replaced only by profound terror.
He couldn’t think about anything else. His only thought was to surrender as fast as possible, to escape this terrifying opponent.
"I surren—!"
Yuwen Mingjue roared with all his might, but before he could finish the words, Yang Jing’s fist had already arrived.
"BANG!"
The punch landed squarely on Yuwen Mingjue’s mouth.
Yuwen Mingjue felt a searing pain in his mouth as if all his teeth had been shattered at once. A spray of blood and broken teeth erupted from his lips.
The next moment, his body slammed violently against the railing of the Cyan Qilin Platform. The solid barrier cracked instantly, showering the ground with rubble as it rumbled.
Like a dead dog, Yuwen Mingjue slowly slid to the ground. He lay there limply, his body writhing in agony as he let out pitiful wails. A pool of blood quickly spread beneath him, staining a large patch of the cyan flagstones red.
At that moment, every spectating disciple below the Cyan Qilin Platform was stunned into silence.
The Main Peak Elders at the judges’ panel were frozen.
The Stewards from the various surrounding peaks stared with wide eyes.
Even the four Peak Masters watching from the pavilion on a distant hill showed a flicker of astonishment in their eyes.
For a moment, a dead silence fell over the massive grounds.
Many people could tell that Yang Jing’s recent flurry of punches was no mere sparring match. It was driven by a personal grudge; he hadn’t even been willing to give Yuwen Mingjue a chance to surrender.
After a moment of silence, an earth-shattering uproar erupted from the crowd.