Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 62: Utterly Vulnerable!

The battle on the arena continued. Zhang Yang’s swordsmanship was at times bizarre, at times swift, and ever-changing, making it impossible to defend against. As for Zhao Jie’s palm technique, it was like a roaring tempest, incredibly fierce. The two clashed, and each collision emitted an earth-shaking roar.

After exchanging over a hundred moves, Zhang Yang was ultimately victorious. He injured Zhao Jie with a single strike from his White Cloud Sword Technique. A sword mark appeared on Zhao Jie’s body, and fresh blood stained his clothes. He was defeated.

When the referee announced Zhang Yang as the winner, the entire venue erupted in an uproar. The battle between the two had been truly intense, a real eye-opener for everyone.

"Zhang Yang is incredible! He’s mastered both the White Cloud Sword Technique and the Gale Swordsmanship to perfection."

"Switching between the two styles so effortlessly... he’s practically unbeatable!"

"Yeah, I don’t think any of the other new disciples are his match. He’s definitely going to be number one in our Wangyue Pavilion."

"He might even have a chance to challenge for the title of Rookie King of the Heavenly Dao Academy."

The crowd buzzed with excited discussion, and a smile curled at the corners of Zhang Yang’s lips. What is invincibility? This is invincibility! I will surely continue to win from now on.

Zhao Jie, however, sighed helplessly. To think I actually lost... I can’t accept this, I truly can’t! I’m out of the finals. With his head hung low, he walked off the stage in dejection.

The competition continued, but none of the following matches were as exciting as the battle between Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie. Then, the referee’s voice rang out, announcing the next match: Zhao Jie versus Lin Xuan.

The crowd began to buzz again.

"This should be a good show."

"That Lin Xuan is about to be defeated."

"He’s definitely no match for Zhao Jie."

"If I were Lin Xuan, I’d just forfeit. Zhao Jie just lost a match, so he’s furious. He’s definitely not going to hold back."

"If they actually fight, Lin Xuan will be seriously injured. It’s better to just surrender."

"Yeah, and there’s no shame in admitting defeat to a one-star Martial General."

The crowd murmured, with the vast majority believing Lin Xuan would concede immediately. Even Zhao Jie thought so.

However, Lin Xuan’s actions took everyone by surprise.

With a single leap, he landed on the stage. He then waved his hand impatiently and said, "Zhao Jie, hurry up. Don’t waste my time."

His words made it clear he held Zhao Jie in complete contempt. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The entire audience was shocked.

"Heavens, what is this kid doing?"

"He’s actually belittling Zhao Jie like that!"

"Is he crazy? He’s provoking him!"

Sure enough, Zhao Jie’s face darkened. He was already infuriated by his loss to Zhang Yang, and now this Lin Xuan dared to provoke him. Courting death! He shot to his feet, gritting his teeth. "You suicidal fool. Just you wait."

He strode toward the stage.

"It’s over. Zhao Jie is furious."

"This Lin Xuan is doomed."

"Sigh, he’s too arrogant."

"Just watch. He’s in for a miserable end."

Seeing this, Elder Feng shook his head and sneered, "Foolish."

Zhang Yang also gave a contemptuous smirk. How dare that Lin Xuan underestimate Zhao Jie? Truly foolish. I barely managed to beat Zhao Jie even after giving it my all. How could Lin Xuan possibly be his match? Just watch. His end will be miserable. I’m going to enjoy savoring his wretched expression.

Zhao Jie leaped onto the stage, glaring viciously at Lin Xuan. "Even if you get on your knees and beg for mercy now, I won’t let you off."

As soon as the referee gave the signal, Zhao Jie roared and threw a palm strike at Lin Xuan.

Thunderous Palm!

A Profound-rank martial arts palm technique. Powerful as waves crashing against the shore. The massive palm print surged toward Lin Xuan like a tidal wave.

The crowd drew a collective sharp breath. So ruthless! Zhao Jie used his Thunderous Palm right from the start? He’s not giving Lin Xuan any chance to live! If that hits, he’ll be severely injured, if not dead!

Even the refereeing elder frowned, preparing to intervene and save Lin Xuan. In his eyes, Lin Xuan was simply no match.

Faced with this astonishing palm strike, Lin Xuan merely sneered in disdain. The next moment, he too extended his palm and struck forward.

Eight Desolation Palm!

Their palms collided in mid-air. With a loud BANG, the tidal wave was torn apart. Lin Xuan’s palm swept through everything and slammed into Zhao Jie’s body. There was a sickening CRACK as bones broke, and Zhao Jie was sent flying backward. He sailed clear off the stage, crashing heavily to the ground.

Lin Xuan retracted his hand and stated coldly, "Pathetically weak."

The entire arena was shocked. Everyone was dumbfounded. They stood frozen for a long moment before finally erupting.

"Heavens... what just happened?"

"Did Zhao Jie... actually lose?"

"Defeated in a single strike!"

"Is this real? Am I dreaming?"

"How can Lin Xuan be this strong?!"

At that moment, all the new disciples were losing their minds. It wasn’t just the disciples; even the elders were utterly baffled. The refereeing elder was completely stunned. He had been about to save Lin Xuan, but who could have known it would be completely unnecessary? What is going on? Why is this kid so powerful? He just used the Eight Desolation Palm, right? That strike was so imposing, as if it could truly sweep across the eight desolations. The Eight Desolation Palm is also a Profound-rank martial art... for him to master it so quickly, what kind of talent is this?

At that moment, the elders were profoundly shocked.

Elder Feng’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had never paid Lin Xuan any mind before, but every time, the boy exceeded his expectations. He felt as if his face had just been slapped. He turned to Zhang Yang beside him and said, "This kid is a bit uncanny. When you face him, you must go all out from the start."

Zhang Yang was equally stunned. It took me hundreds of moves to beat Zhao Jie... but Lin Xuan only needed one? This is unbelievable! He was so frustrated he felt the urge to spit blood. If Lin Xuan is truly this strong, how am I even supposed to fight him?

"Don’t worry," Elder Feng analyzed. "Zhao Jie was already injured by you, so his strength was greatly reduced. On top of that, he underestimated his opponent. That’s why he lost. You’re different. You aren’t injured. As long as you fight with your full strength, that kid is bound to lose."

Hearing Elder Feng’s analysis, Zhang Yang finally heaved a sigh of relief, and the color returned to his face. "Master, rest assured. I will absolutely not lose. I will defeat this kid with my own hands."

Elder Feng nodded. He believed in Zhang Yang and had high hopes for him.

Lin Xuan stepped down from the stage and walked toward the resting area. Wherever he passed, the other new disciples parted to make way for him. The way they looked at Lin Xuan had completely changed. He’s too strong. Too heaven-defying. Even if he is one of Heaven’s Forsaken, he is not someone we can provoke. At least, not right now.

Nearby, Zhao Jie’s face was a mask of despair. Losing to Zhang Yang was one thing, but why couldn’t I even defeat Lin Xuan? His palm technique is too powerful. That single strike felt like it could have blasted my body apart. This kid is a monster.

Staring at Lin Xuan’s retreating back, Zhao Jie’s face was filled with horror. He realized he had underestimated Lin Xuan. Everyone had. This Lin Xuan’s strength probably surpassed all their expectations. Even Zhang Yang might not be his match.

The competition continued.

「An hour later」

It was finally Lin Xuan’s turn to enter the stage again.

And his opponent this time... was Zhang Yang