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Chapter 65: A Punch… Divides Yin and Yang!

And next to her, there was another little girl who looked almost exactly the same.

It turned out they were twins.

In many people’s hearts, they couldn’t help but think how cute that was, but also… how ridiculous.

Shi Hao and Shi Zhuli, the siblings, sneered inwardly, thinking to themselves, let’s see how you deal with this.

However, Xue An’s next move took everyone by surprise.

Xue An smiled and patted Xue Xiang and Xue Nian on the heads, saying lightly, “Yes! That’s why daddy has to go on stage now.”

“Mmmhm, go daddy, go!” Xue Xiang and Xue Nian said seriously.

Shi Hao almost laughed out loud.

He is Mr. xue?

Could he really be Mr. Xue?

Many people looked at Xue An with eyes full of doubt or disdain. As Xue An started to leave the stands, Xue Lan grabbed him in a panic.

“Brother Xiao An…”

Xue An looked at Xue Lan and smiled gently, “Be good, wait for me to come back!”

Xiang Bing couldn’t help but find this amusing.

Wait for me to come back?

Do you think you can still return?

What a joke!

Xiang Bing believed that Xue An’s departure was a certain death.

And that was the general consensus.

So as Xue An took each step towards the stage, some people looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

However, the world outside couldn’t disturb Xue An, who calmly got off the stands and walked onto the arena step by step.

Yu Ling, on the other hand, had been eyeing Xue An curiously the whole time.

Not until he stepped onto the stage did Yu Ling speak indifferently, “You are Mr. xue?”

Xue An shook his head and then flashed his pearly whites, grinning menacingly, “To be exact, my name is Xue An!”

“Whether Xue An or Mr. Xue, did my two disciples die at your hands?” Yu Ling demanded.

Xue An nodded, “Yes, I killed them.”

There was an uproar from the crowd below.

Many simply couldn’t believe it because Xue An looked so average, not at all like a master, not even like a martial artist. “Has this guy gone mad from fear?”

“Maybe he’s just crazy for attention!”

The people below were abuzz with comments, while Yu Ling’s expression gradually darkened.

“Before coming here, I thought this Mr. Xue must be an incredible master. Turns out, he’s just an average man. So, my disciples were killed by your schemes?” Yu Ling said darkly.

This was also the thought on many people’s minds.

After all, Yu Qing was a top fifty talent on the Heavenly Pride List, yet he died at the hands of this unimposing Xue An.

If there wasn’t a scheme involved, no one would believe it.

But Xue An simply shook his head, “Yu Qing? He was too weak; he only took two punches from me!”

“Impudent brat!” Yu Ling roared in anger.

Xiang Bing at the sidelines scoffed even more, sneering, “Just looking for death!”

Xue An let out a light sigh, “Oh? Don’t believe me? How about you try it for yourself? I’m also curious… as a master, how many punches can you take from

Yu Ling laughed coldly, “Good! Very good! You’ve successfully angered me, I will make you die in agony!”

A bone-chilling murderous aura suddenly burst forth from Yu Ling, causing everyone below to change color with fright.

Tan Dong, Tan Xiaoyu, and Hua Tingting among others, all looked particularly solemn.

They knew Yu Ling was formidable, but they hadn’t expected him to be this formidable.

Yet, amidst this nearly boiling murderous aura,

Xue An stood with his hands behind his back, slightly tilting his head upwards, looking at the increasingly overcast sky and smiled faintly, “Look! The wind is picking up!”

Yu Ling snorted coldly, his right hand slowly raised, then he uttered softly,

“Heaven-pointing… one sword!”

A beam of white light that seemed to penetrate heaven and earth shot out from Yu Ling’s right hand, hurtling towards Xue An with the force of a mountain bearing down.

The intensity was so strong that even the incredibly sturdy arena began to sway and seemed on the verge of collapse.

This sword, akin to that wielded by an Immortal, whitened the complexions of all martial artists present.

Many wondered if they would have no choice but to wait for death if faced with such a sword, lacking even the ability to strike back.

Yet, under this overwhelming sword strike, Xue An didn’t dodge or flinch, and a slow smile even began to form at the corner of his mouth.

Then, just as the Sword Qi was about to reach the top of his head, Xue An suddenly raised his hand and extended two fingers, trapping the sword full of imposing momentum between them.

On one side was the long sword formed by Yu Ling’s energy, and on the other, two slender, delicate fingers.

The contrast between the two was stark.

It even gave the illusion that the next second, those two fingers would be crushed into dust.

But contrarily, Yu Ling’s sword could no longer descend any further.

Those two fingers seemed like two mighty mountains, the oppressive Sword Qi utterly unable to advance an inch.

A look of consternation crossed Yu Ling’s face.

Xue An spoke indifferently, “Although you’re stronger than your disciple, you are still… too weak!”

With that, Xue An pinched his fingers.

A snap.

After a crisp sound,

The blade of Qi was forcefully broken and then dissipated into nothingness.

The entire audience was astonished!

Xiang Bing suddenly stood up, disbelievingly staring at the scene unfolding on the stage.

A flicker of doubt flashed in Yu Ling’s eyes, but he still sneered, “Indeed, you have some skill, but you’re still going to die!”

As he spoke, Yu Ling thrust out all ten fingers, sending ten Qi swords hurling directly at Xue An.

They moved so fast they seemed to burst the air along their path.

Yet, Xue An still remained motionless.

Joy filled Yu Ling’s heart because he saw the Qi swords were about to plunge into Xue An’s body.

He could even envision the scene, a moment later, of Xue An lying bloodied on the ground.

But at that moment, Xue An lifted his head to look at the overcast sky and said indifferently, “Now… it’s my turn!”

He then casually raised his right hand and declared coldly, “Witness my ‘Punch that Moves Heaven and Earth’!” It appeared to be an ordinary punch.

Calm and unhurried.

Yet it was this punch that caused Yu Ling’s complexion to drastically change, and he quickly retreated.

At the same time,

Everyone below felt as if the world had suddenly inverted, and all were simultaneously thrown to the ground.

As for the arena…

This seemingly indestructible arena was now completely overturned.

Yu Ling, in a sorry state, had retreated far away, gasping for air, while looking at Xue An with an expression filled with panic.

It was his intuition as a supreme martial artist that had warned him of the terrifying nature of Xue An’s punch, which was why he retreated so hastily.

If he had been even slightly slower, he would have been a dead man by now.

Meanwhile, below the stage, Leng Yun, looking at Xue An’s proud silhouette, found her teeth chattering.

That’s right!

It was him!

The lofty presence she had sensed before the tournament began—it came from him!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Leng Yun turned and fled.

Because she knew this man was beyond her or anyone else’s challenge!

“What… what kind of boxing is this?” Yu Ling asked hoarsely, with an almost imperceptible tremble in his voice.

Xue An retracted his fist and smiled slightly, “Not bad, you actually managed to dodge my punch! But… it’s still not enough!”

And with those words, an astonishing aura soared to the skies, and Mount Qingmang itself seemed to tremble under its force.

Yu Ling’s last sliver of hope dissipated, and he finally understood that the gap between him and this man was not slight—it was a despairing chasm.

So, he made the right decision, and with a leap, he shot up into the sky, attempting to escape.

But Xue An spoke calmly at this moment, “Want to run? Too bad, it’s too late!”

“Behold the second form of the Divine Slaughter Six Techniques, ‘Dividing Yin and Yang’!”