Chapter 129: Are you ready to be f*cked up?
"You really talk too much shit for someone with such pathetic strength," Gu Fan grunted and he drove his fist into Bai Yun’s chest with devastating physical power.
BOOM!
The brutal, bone-crushing impact sounded like a heavy iron hammer smashing into a rock and the sheer force behind the punch instantly shattered several of Bai Yun’s ribs into sharp, jagged fragments that punctured through his lungs, causing the arrogant Bai Yun to cough up a mouthful of blood as the air was violently forced completely out of his lungs.
The devastating blow lifted Bai Yun completely off his feet, and the terrifying acidic dark green Qi from Gu Fan’s fist instantly spread across Bai Yun’s pristine white martial robes.
In a matter of seconds the expensive silk of his robes began to melt and first the outer fabric melted away, as the Corrosive Qi spread through his test to his arms, to his legs, and before everyone’s eyes, his undergarments violently hissed away as well, exposing Bai Yun’s smooth, pale, and pathetically skinny chest to the cool morning air.
But Gu Fan didn’t just let the naked and utterly humiliated genius drop out of the stage just yet.
While Bai Yun was still in mid-air when Gu Fan raised his heavy combat boot with the strong foot like that of Ronaldo, Mind you... Cristiano... those bull like muscled mouth watering legs aimed directly for Bai Yun’s family jewels.
CRUNCH!!
"OH SWEET MOTHER OF THE NINE HEAVENS!!" Bai Yun howled as every vein on his forehead nearly burst at once. His body jerked violently in mid-air, his eyes rolling so far back into his skull they almost disappeared completely. Thick white froth bubbled out from the corners of his mouth while his consciousness flickered like a candle trapped in a hurricane.
The brutal kick launched him backward, sending the naked, bleeding young master flying like a cannonball completely off the elevated platform and crashing into the dirt right at the feet of the horrified Bai Clan elders.
Husshhh!
The entire town square was completely, terrifyingly silent as thousands of people stared in absolute disbelief, their jaws literally dropping to the floor.
The widely known, supposedly crippled Seventh Young Master had just effortlessly tanked an ultimate attack, melted a weapon with his bare hands, and brutally defeated the son of Bai Clan’s patriarch in just one single punch.
Bai Yun lay flat on his back in the dirt, barely conscious and wheezing as thick blood leaked from his mouth.
His once-pristine robes had been reduced to shredded scraps, leaving his pale, skinny body completely exposed to everyone in the town square.
Dark purple bruises spread across his narrow chest and trembling stomach like ugly ink stains, while his entire body twitched weakly from the pain.
The sight he presented was pitiful beyond words. Stripped of every ounce of dignity, covered in dirt and blood, with even the limp little noodle between his legs hanging there in miserable defeat, he no longer resembled the arrogant young master of a great clan.
Instead he looked like a broken beggar that had been tossed aside after being crushed of both body and soul.
"This is why I don’t like fighting. It is such a hassle," Meanwhile Gu Fan casually lowered his leg and slowly walked over to the edge of the stage, completely ignoring the shocked gasps of the massive crowd as he lazily brushed a tiny speck of grey dust off the sleeve of his dark shirt, acting as if the entire fight had simply been a minor, annoying inconvenience.
He looked down at the bleeding young master’s exposed, bare chest, his lips curling up into an incredibly cheeky, highly degrading smirk as he shook his head slowly in fake disappointment.
"If you were so incredibly desperate to strip your clothes off for me, you really should have just asked politely," Gu Fan mocked loudly, his voice dripping with pure, uncut sarcasm that echoed clearly towards the pavilions, "But like I already told you..."
Gu Fan paused for a second, looking down at the utterly humiliated with disdain,. dragging the moment to build up the anticipation.
"Man, you are really not my type," Gu Fan finally spoke, delivering the ultimate, pride-destroying rejection to the naked, shivering boy groveling in the dirt.
BOOM!
The silence in the square finally shattered as the massive crowd of spectators instantly erupted into absolute, deafening chaos.
The Gu Clan’s famous was not pulling his punches.
The sheer public humiliation and the Total unexpected display of monstrous power had shattered all of their expectations, causing every single one of the spectators to scream in wild excitement while the Gu Clan disciples roared in triumphant shock.
"He’s not a cripple! The Seventh Young Master is a hidden monster!"
"Did you see how he just melted that spear?! What kind of terrifying techniques is that?!"
"He just completely stripped and humiliated a the Patriarch’s son in one hit!"
While the entire square descended into a screaming frenzy of shock and awe, Patriarch Bai Haoran violently jumped up from his seat.
His face has already turned completely pale as he stared down at the broken, bleeding body of his dear son lying in the dirt, completely unable to comprehend how a useless bastard had just crushed his clan’s pride so effortlessly.
"This is an absolute outrage! He is using demonic arts!" an angry Bai Clan elder roared furiously, drawing his weapon as he glared murderously at the stage.
"There is no way a cripple can beat our Young Master."
"He must be cheating... He absolutely must be."
And before anyone could react, ’outraged’ by the brutal defilement of their clan’s genius and heavily fueled by the desperate need to immediately salvage their shattered reputation, seven other elite Spirit Realm disciples from the Bai Clan and their allied mercenary factions entirely ignored the tournament rules of one-on-one combat, jumped on the stage.
They lined up onto the blood-stone platform simultaneously from all sides, surrounding Gu Fan in a circle of flashing blades and flaring Spirit Realm Qi, fully intending to violently hack the bastard son into a million bloody pieces.
"Kill the arrogant trash!" the lead disciple screamed furiously, raising his heavy broadsword as the seven cultivators.
Gu Fan stood completely surrounded in the middle of the stage, but instead of panicking, he simply threw his head back and let out a loud laugh that sent chilling shivers down the spines of everyone watching.
"You idiots really want to turn this into a group activity?" Gu Fan chuckled maliciously as he reached his hand into his Void Band.
"Fine by me, because my hands were starting to get a little bored anyway."
With a quick flick of his wrist, the heavy, spiked Knuckle Buster materialized directly into his right hand, and he smoothly slid them over his fingers, feeling the terrifying surge through his veins as the heavy spikes gleamed dangerously in the morning sunlight.
"Let’s see how many ribs I can shatter before you all start begging for mercy," Gu Fan smirked, violently slamming his heavy fists together with a loud metallic crack as he completely abandoned his lazy demeanor, fully preparing to turn Stage Two into an absolute, bloody meat grinder.
"And since all seven of you drew your weapons and jumped me at once," Gu Fan laughed, his eyes flashing with dark amusement.
"I assume you girls are here for a violent little orgy, so don’t cry when I fuck you all to death!"
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