Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 32: Instant Defeat with One Move

The surrounding people were discussing amongst themselves. "The gap between them is too big. Zhang Yang doesn’t take Lin Xuan seriously at all."

"Of course. There’s a whole cultivation grade separating them. I bet Zhang Yang can take Lin Xuan down in one move."

"Kid, hurry up and kneel," Sun Tian said coldly. He had once knelt before Lin Xuan, so he desperately wanted Lin Xuan to do the same. He wanted the other to taste the humiliation of begging for mercy on his knees.

However, Lin Xuan calmly said, "A mere Ninth Grade. What’s there to be so arrogant about?" He seemed to completely disregard Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was furious. "You, an Eighth Grade, dare to look down on me? How foolish! Do you have any idea how big the gap is between us?"

Lin Xuan replied, "Sorry, but I’m not an Eighth Grade Martial Artist. I’m a Ninth Grade Martial Artist now."

The entire crowd was shocked by his words before erupting into an uproar. The new disciples were stunned. "What? Lin Xuan is a Ninth Grade? Is that for real?"

"I remember his admission results showed he was an Eighth Grade Martial Artist, right?"

"It’s only been a few days. Did he really break through to Ninth Grade?"

"Even a top-tier genius couldn’t possibly cultivate that fast."

"That’s impossible," Liu Ruyue said in disbelief.

Sun Tian chimed in, "Kid, stop boasting. You’re one of the Heaven-Forsaken. How could you possibly break through?"

So it was just bragging. The other new disciples came to a sudden realization, thinking there was no way Lin Xuan could have broken through so quickly.

On the arena stage, Zhang Yang said disdainfully, "You’re a Ninth Grade? You must be joking. If you’re a Ninth Grade, I’ll kneel and call you grandpa."

Zhang Yang simply didn’t believe it. He hadn’t broken through in just a few days, so on what grounds could Lin Xuan? That Heaven-Forsaken wants to break through? Dream on.

Watching from afar, Elder Feng frowned and said, "Zhang Yang, stop wasting time. Get on with it and end this boring fight." He didn’t want to see Lin Xuan for another second. This Lin Xuan isn’t just trash; he’s an arrogant loudmouth, completely unaware of his own limitations. He’s infuriating!

Hearing his master’s words, Zhang Yang focused on Lin Xuan. "Kid, let me show you just how vast the gap between us is. I only need one move to finish you."

With that, Zhang Yang threw a palm strike forward. He was naturally using his family’s inherited Ultimate Skill, a top-tier Yellow-rank technique called the Gale Palm. When he struck, it was like a vast gale sweeping toward his opponent.

Everyone gasped. How strong! The new disciples all fell back, completely unable to withstand the force of the palm’s wind. Only a few of the Ninth Grade geniuses were able to stand their ground, unharmed.

"This kid is doomed," Sun Tian said excitedly, feeling the force of the attack.

Beside him, Liu Ruyue sneered, "Look at Lin Xuan. He’s scared stiff, not moving at all."

On the stage, Lin Xuan indeed hadn’t moved, because he didn’t need to. Zhang Yang is indeed a genius, possessing the strength of a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. But so what? I’m also a Ninth Grade Martial Artist now, and my combat power has already surpassed that level. I’m practically at the Half-Step Martial General stage. So I simply don’t need to dodge.

Lin Xuan raised his arm, using his hand as a sword. He unleashed the Ninefold Swordsmanship, slashing forward. The sword strike was incomparably sharp and instantly collided with the palm wind.

With a deafening CRASH, the storm created by the Gale Palm was cleaved in two. The Sword Qi, with unstoppable momentum, slashed into Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang cried out miserably as he was sent flying backward. He crashed off the arena stage and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The entire crowd was shocked! All the new disciples were dumbstruck. Heavens! What did we just see? Zhang Yang actually lost? Defeated in a single move? Is this for real? Wasn’t Lin Xuan supposed to be the one to lose? How did it turn out like this?

This is impossible! Liu Ruyue was petrified. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Sun Tian’s expression turned grim as he gritted his teeth. "Is Zhang Yang useless? He couldn’t even block one move!"

The most shocked of all was Zhang Yang himself. He was completely stunned and couldn’t accept it. Impossible. How could I have lost?

Lin Xuan stood on the stage, looking down on him. "You called me trash, said I didn’t deserve Spirit Stones. Yet you can’t even withstand a single one of my sword strikes. You’re worse than trash! Someone like you is even less deserving of Spirit Stones! Hand over my five Spirit Stones, and add your own five as compensation."

Zhang Yang was so vexed he nearly coughed up blood. I never imagined I would lose. Not only do I have to return Lin Xuan’s five Spirit Stones, but I have to hand over my own as well. This was a massive blow and a terrible humiliation.

"Give them to him," Elder Feng said in a deep voice as he walked over.

Hearing his master’s command, Zhang Yang could only reluctantly hand ten Spirit Stones to Lin Xuan.

Zhang Yang hung his head, utterly defeated. But Elder Feng said, "Don’t be discouraged. He only beat you because he has cultivated a Mystic-rank Martial Art."

"What?" Zhang Yang lifted his head, his face a mask of shock. "A Mystic-rank Martial Art?"

Elder Feng nodded. "That’s right. The swordsmanship he just used is a Mystic-rank Martial Art. You didn’t lose because your talent is inferior, but because of the gap between your martial arts. But rest assured. You are my disciple, and you will soon be able to cultivate a Mystic-rank Martial Art as well. Once you master it, defeating him will be as easy as flipping your hand."

So that’s what happened! Zhang Yang had a sudden realization. So Lin Xuan has cultivated a Mystic-rank Martial Art. His confidence surged back. He turned to glare at Lin Xuan. "Kid, don’t get cocky. I’ll be cultivating a Mystic-rank Martial Art soon enough. When that time comes, I’ll get my revenge!"

With that, he turned to leave.

But Lin Xuan said, "Hold on."

"What else do you want?" Zhang Yang asked, turning his head.

Lin Xuan said, "You said before that if I were a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, you would kneel and call me grandpa. Are you a man of your word or not?"

"Of course I keep my word," Zhang Yang declared. He still didn’t believe Lin Xuan was a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. In his mind, Lin Xuan was just an Eighth Grade practitioner who got lucky and learned a Mystic-rank Martial Art, which was the only reason he could win.

"Good. In that case, feel my cultivation base for yourself." With that, Lin Xuan took a step forward, and the aura of his Ninth Grade cultivation surged out.

Feeling that powerful force, Zhang Yang was dumbfounded. The rest of the crowd burst into an uproar. "Damn, that aura is so strong!"

"Just from the pressure alone, he’s no weaker than Zhang Yang!"

"Could it be that Lin Xuan is also a Ninth Grade Martial Artist?"

"Impossible! Wasn’t he an Eighth Grade when he enrolled?"

"It’s only been a few days! He already broke through to Ninth Grade?"

This was madness. At that moment, everyone went wild.

Liu Ruyue was stunned. Sun Tian was dazed. And Zhang Yang was utterly dumbfounded.

He really is a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. How can this be? I haven’t even broken through. On what grounds did he? Isn’t he one of the Heaven-Forsaken? How can he cultivate so fast?

Just then, Lin Xuan shouted coldly, "Grandson, aren’t you going to kneel and call me grandpa yet?"