Chapter 139: The Man Who Will Ruin You Is Luo Cheng!

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Man Who Will Ruin You Is Luo Cheng!

“Luo Cheng really plans to make Wu Ming and the others leave horizontally?”

“That’s way too arrogant! Wu Ming is no pushover!”

Seeing Luo Cheng draw his sword, everyone finally realized that his earlier words were not just empty talk.

Wu Ming was furious, his rage nearly uncontrollable, yet he did not strike immediately.

Though angered, he had not lost his rationality.

The young man in blue was weaker than him but was indeed an authentic Sixth Layer Transcendence Realm martial artist.

And he had been defeated by the opponent with just one punch!

While some of it stemmed from overconfidence, this also revealed some of the opponent’s strength!

Wu Ming did not have absolute confidence that he could win.

Grinding his teeth, Wu Ming said to another Fierce Cloud Sect disciple:

“Junior Brother Xiao, since someone dares to underestimate us, let’s thoroughly teach him a lesson! Lest they think that disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect are easy to bully!”

To deal with a Fifth Layer Transcendence Realm martial artist, even needing two people to join forces—words of this spreading would somewhat tarnish their reputation.

But reputation isn’t as important as victory.

Victory or defeat—that’s the eternal truth!

Wu Ming had already decided—today, he would cripple Luo Cheng completely, ending him before he could grow into a threat!

As for reputation, there would always be opportunities to reclaim it in the future!

“Heh, looking down on our Fierce Cloud Sect is already a sin worthy of death!”

Junior Brother Xiao stepped forth, his face full of malice and his killing intent thick.

Luo Cheng remained calm. “Both of you, come at me at once. Save me the trouble!”

“Arrogant!”

Wu Ming’s eyes widened in fury. With the two of them joining forces, he refused to believe they couldn’t take down Luo Cheng. Sneering, he said:

“To kill you is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs—kneel before me! Tiger Fist!”

Roaring, Wu Ming charged forward with lightning speed.

His attack was far more aggressive than that of the young man in blue. As his punch shot forward, the sound of a faint tiger’s roar echoed through the air.

“This is the Fierce Cloud Sect’s Four-star fist technique, Tiger Fist! The sound of the punch resembles a tiger’s roar; Wu Ming’s fist technique realm must be nearing Great Success! Luo Cheng might be in trouble now.”

A female disciple from the Luoxia Sect recognized Wu Ming’s technique, frowning slightly.

Sixth Layer Transcendence Realm, combined with a nearly perfected Tiger Fist—even she wasn’t confident she could resist it; she didn’t think Luo Cheng stood a chance.

Luo Cheng neither retreated nor dodged. Not until Wu Ming’s fist came within three feet of his body did he finally throw a punch in return.

Buzz!

As the fist left his hand, the surrounding air began to surge, faintly forming the shape of a massive cauldron—it was the Heavenly Cauldron Fist!

Boom!

Fist met fist in an instant, and the air exploded violently.

Wu Ming’s face changed dramatically, as an overwhelming force surged toward him—an extremely dangerous sensation caused his entire body’s hair to stand on end.

Spurt!

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, Wu Ming spewed blood and staggered backward uncontrollably, the skin of his right arm tearing open, blood pouring like a spring.

At that very moment, another Fierce Cloud Sect disciple launched an attack.

This Junior Brother Xiao, named Xiao Yi, was a sword cultivator. He seized the window while Luo Cheng was preoccupied and struck decisively.

Swish!

The longsword moved fluidly, almost merging with Wu Ming’s retreating figure, aiming for Luo Cheng’s left shoulder in a piercing attack!

The sword was exceedingly cunning, masked by Wu Ming’s retreating motion—even the spectators failed to react in time!

Luo Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. “Trying to ambush me? Not sharp enough yet!”

In the next instant—

The Meteor Sword echoed a soft hum as a gleaming blade light flashed into existence.

Heavenly Fall Second Form—Cloud Stabilization!

The sword light was swift as the wind, ethereal like clouds, elusive and untraceable. One strike knocked Xiao Yi’s longsword off course, with the residual force continuing diagonally outward.

“What!”

Xiao Yi was awestruck; he had not anticipated Luo Cheng’s reaction to be so sharp, nor his swordsmanship so swift. Frantically, he tried to retreat.

Unfortunately, the blade was faster.

“Ah!”

As a miserable cry rang out, blood splattered everywhere. Xiao Yi’s right arm was directly severed, his body shooting out of the arena like a meteor, crashing heavily against the wall—a state of life or death uncertain.

Hiss!

A collective sound of gasps echoed through the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Everyone stared in shocked silence.

Facing the joint attack from two Sixth Layer Transcendence Realm martial artists, not only had Luo Cheng countered with ease, but he also instantly turned the tide of the battle!

What kind of combat prowess was this?

Luo Cheng shifted his gaze toward Wu Ming, who was frozen in place.

Wu Ming felt an icy chill surge straight to the top of his head. That punch earlier had already made him realize he wasn’t the opponent’s match; now, his only option was to flee!

Swish!

Throwing all concerns of appearance aside, Wu Ming darted toward the edge of the arena.

He was confident that with his cultivation at the Sixth Layer Transcendence Realm, Luo Cheng couldn’t catch up to him in speed!

Yet the moment he turned, his vision blurred—a shadow was already blocking his path, carrying a cold and sharp streak of sword light!

“Danger!”

Wu Ming’s alarm spiked, and in a critical instant, he halted and dodged frantically.

Slash!

Blood splattered again as Wu Ming staggered, a deep sword wound now etched across his shoulder.

“How is this possible!”

Clutching his wound, Wu Ming’s face was filled with disbelief and dread.

If not for his quick reaction just now, his entire right arm might have been lost!

“You won’t escape!”

Luo Cheng stepped forward, sword in hand, approaching Wu Ming unrelentingly.

Wu Ming’s scalp went numb, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, feigning composure as he said:

“Luo Cheng, I am the direct disciple of Sun Yingyang, one of the ten Great Elders of the Fierce Cloud Sect. If you dare attack me, my master will never spare you! Stop now, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened!”

“Sun Yingyang’s direct disciple…”

Luo Cheng raised his eyebrow, his gaze filled with amusement.

“That’s right! My master is fiercely protective and never lets grievances go unavenged! For your own good, don’t make a mistake!”

Seeing Luo Cheng pause momentarily, Wu Ming assumed fear had taken root in Luo Cheng’s heart and immediately issued another threat.

At the same time, he silently vowed that one day, he would avenge this humiliation a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

There was nothing particularly difficult about that.

Once the senior disciples of the sect heard what had happened today, someone would naturally step in to fight for him!

Xuanyuan Sect disciples had no right to act superior to Fierce Cloud Sect disciples!

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But just as Wu Ming relaxed slightly, out of nowhere, a figure burst at him.

“Not good! Tiger Roar Cliff!”

Wu Ming panicked, stomping his foot before throwing out a full-force punch.

Luo Cheng didn’t even glance, meeting the attack with a punch, followed by a horizontal sweep of his leg.

Bang! Bang!

Two solid collisions, and Wu Ming seemed struck by lightning. A mouthful of blood spurted out as his body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the arena floor.

“Ah! Bastard! How dare you hurt me! Mark my words, one day I’ll have you kneeling before me, begging for mercy!”

Wu Ming coughed blood repeatedly, glaring at Luo Cheng with venomous hatred.

“You won’t have that chance!”

Luo Cheng stepped forward and planted his foot firmly on Wu Ming’s dantian.

“You—what are you doing! You wouldn’t dare!”

Wu Ming’s eyes widened in fear, his voice trembling, unable to believe Luo Cheng would truly cripple him!

Luo Cheng smirked coldly, exerting force with his right foot.

“No!”

With a sharp popping sound, Wu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply, as deflated as a punctured balloon.

Luo Cheng stated indifferently, “Tell Sun Yingyang, the one who crippled you is named Luo Cheng.”

This kind of thing couldn’t be concealed unless everyone present was killed!

And Luo Cheng had no intention of hiding it.

What if Sun Yingyang learned about it?

Sooner or later, he would personally visit the Fierce Cloud Sect and demand justice for his father!

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