Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 44: Wind Thunder Fan

Lin Xuan, however, was indifferent. With his current speed, a First-Star Martial General couldn’t even touch him.

He smiled and said, "I don’t need to leave. A First-Star Martial General is no longer a threat to me."

With that, Lin Xuan continued toward the east gate of the Heavenly Dao Academy. Feng Qingxue, who stood beside him, was stunned.

He’s too arrogant, too ignorant of his own limits. she thought. Even though he defeated a Second-Level Demon Beast, which gave him the strength to contend with a First-Star Martial General, this is different. More than one is coming this time! And they’re all top-tier geniuses, far stronger than any ordinary Second-Level Demon Beast. There’s no way he can win.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Lin Xuan reached the east gate. His arrival immediately drew everyone’s attention, and the disciples gathered there all turned to stare at him.

"Kid, you really dared to show up?" a voice filled with gritted teeth suddenly rang out.

It was Wu Ming, striding over with a large group of followers. When those disciples saw Lin Xuan, they all wore mocking smiles.

This guy is too arrogant. Just you wait, he’s going to have a miserable end.

They knew that Wu Ming had made thorough preparations this time. He had brought a Mysterious Grade weapon, and with it, his strength was equivalent to a Semi-Martial General. Defeating Lin Xuan would be a piece of cake.

As expected, Wu Ming stopped before Lin Xuan and said coldly, "I only lost to you last time because I was careless. Do you dare to fight me again?"

Lin Xuan ignored him completely. His gaze fell upon a few older individuals in the distance. The aura they exuded was more terrifying, far stronger than that of the new disciples. Those must be the second-year disciples.

They were all First-Star Martial Generals, their strength far surpassing the new recruits, but Lin Xuan was unconcerned. His own power had already surpassed theirs.

"Kid, do you dare?" Wu Ming roared again when Lin Xuan didn’t respond.

Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Wu Ming, a faint smile playing on his lips. He said, "You are no match for me. It doesn’t matter how many times we fight; you can never win. Why don’t you just let those older, second-year students handle this?"

The surrounding disciples’ expressions changed upon hearing this. Is Lin Xuan crazy? He’s actually challenging the senior disciples? Does he have a death wish? Those guys are all First-Star Martial Generals! Their strength is leagues above ours.

Wu Ming was even more furious. This kid was completely looking down on him! It was infuriating. With a roar, he once again launched a palm strike.

Thunder Shock Palm.

His palm carried the power of thunder, seeming as if it could destroy anything as it shot toward Lin Xuan. However, Lin Xuan’s figure flickered, and he instantly dodged the attack.

He shook his head and said, "You call this palm technique Thunder Shock Palm? It doesn’t even have the speed of thunder. It’s too slow."

Lin Xuan’s face was filled with disdain, which only provoked Wu Ming further. Wu Ming roared in anger and unleashed a flurry of palm strikes. He threw over a dozen in succession, the afterimages merging into a single veil accompanied by the sound of thunder as they descended fiercely upon Lin Xuan.

But Lin Xuan was faster.

He easily avoided every single attack. The fierce palm technique didn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Too slow," Lin Xuan’s contemptuous voice rang out again.

How is this possible? How can he be so fast? The surrounding new disciples were dumbstruck.

Damn it. Wu Ming gritted his teeth in frustration. He had thought his previous defeat was simply due to carelessness and that he could win if he went all out. But now, he realized that even at full strength, he was no match for Lin Xuan. He couldn’t even land a single blow, which left him utterly dejected.

If my palm technique won’t work, then I’ll have to use something more potent. After all, he had brought a Mysterious Grade weapon this time.

With a wave of his hand, he produced a fan. It was a cyan fan engraved with overlapping, mysterious patterns that pulsed with terrifying power. This was the Mysterious Grade weapon, the Wind Thunder Fan.

Wu Ming took out the fan and flicked it open. An aura of wind and thunder immediately emanated from its surface. A gusty wind howled and thunder rumbled, causing the very space around Wu Ming to boom. The force of the wind made the crowd’s robes flap wildly, and the sound of thunder was deafening. The new disciples retreated in terror, their eyes wide with shock.

This fan is extraordinary! It’s this powerful just by being opened. If he actually unleashes its full force, the power will be even more terrifying.

Wu Ming used all his strength to wave the Wind Thunder Fan. A storm of energy surged from the fan and shot toward Lin Xuan, crackling with intertwined thunder power. The wind raged and lightning flashed, seeming capable of sweeping away everything in its path. This force rushed at Lin Xuan, threatening to tear him to pieces.

"Kid, let’s see how you block this!" Wu Ming sneered. So what if his opponent was strong? No one could stop this attack. This single strike was equivalent to the power of a Semi-Martial General, something a Ninth-Grade Martial Artist could never hope to withstand. Just watch. He’ll be defeated in an instant.

Facing such a terrifying attack, Lin Xuan remained unconcerned. He stood his ground with no intention of dodging.

When the surrounding disciples saw this, they were all stunned.

Is he planning to take it head-on? He’s crazy! Who does he think he is? Only a true First-Star Martial General could withstand that kind of power. If he tries to face it directly, he’s sure to die!

"Truly foolish!" The onlookers shook their heads and sneered.

Seeing this, Wu Ming was ecstatic. Idiot! He’s doomed!

In the distance, the few second-year students wore the same mocking expressions. Is this the legendary Heaven-forsaken Person? It seems he not only has no future, but he’s also not very bright. How could he dare to face the Wind Thunder Fan head-on? Truly foolish. Ignorant of life and death.

Faced with the terrifying storm of wind and thunder, Lin Xuan simply raised his right hand and extended a single finger, pointing it forward. A sharp Sword Qi materialized at his fingertip.

Ninefold Swordsmanship!

His finger tapped the storm, and the terrifying vortex was instantly pierced through.

Lin Xuan pointed again, this time at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming’s expression changed dramatically. He hurriedly swung the Wind Thunder Fan to block in front of him. The finger struck the fan with a loud BANG, and Wu Ming was sent stumbling back five steps, his blood roiling within him.

How can this be? Wu Ming was stunned. I was thrown back again! Damn it! I already used the Wind Thunder Fan. My strength has increased dramatically, so why was I still pushed back?

He couldn’t believe it. He roared and attacked once more. The storm rose again. This time, he swung three times in a row, using every last bit of his strength until his face turned pale.

Three storms whistled forth in a triangular formation, rushing toward Lin Xuan and instantly surrounding him.

"Let’s see how you handle this!" Wu Ming sneered. He’s doomed this time. To think he could fight me? He was still far too inexperienced. I am the final victor.