Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Astound the World
Give some advice?
Many of those familiar with Tong Song exchanged glances, somewhat speechless.
Knowing his vengeful nature, his offering advice was clearly a pretext to teach a lesson and regain face from before.
Honestly, most of those present despised Tong Song for using his status to do such a thing, but no one was foolish enough to dissuade him.
For one, they may offend Tong Song, and two, they were curious to see how Shi Xiaole would react.
"Someone finally stood up to you, I thought you were going to keep sitting."
No one knew that Su Junhao was privately lamenting over Tong Song’s situation.
With Tong Song’s strength, he didn’t have much chance of winning against He Qingyu, let alone giving Shi Xiaole a lesson. He must be dreaming.
But Su Junhao didn’t intend to warn him. They were enemies, and he couldn’t wait to see his opponent make a fool of himself.
"You want to give me advice?"
Shi Xiaole raised his head.
"What, you think I’m not worthy?"
Tong Song’s voice became louder, now mixed with a hint of rage.
He swore that today he would crush this boy’s fighting spirit; he would make sure he stayed in bed for a month, and no one would dare stop him.
"Why not."
After pondering for a moment, Shi Xiaole stood up.
Having watched the fight for a while, he was itching to test his skills. Even if Tong Song hadn’t provoked him, he would have chosen someone else to spar with regardless.
"Let me see if you’re worthy enough to make me draw my sword."
With a cold shout, Tong Song impatiently attacked, his first move being the unique fist technique of the Chongyang Sect, the Chongyang Triplet Fist.
His hands crossed over each other, forming a two-pronged fork, resembling two dragons surging out of the sea, one high, one low, punching toward Shi Xiaole, bringing with it a whirlwind of heat.
"This punch holds at least sixty percent of Tong Song’s strength, he really intends to show his might."
One of the young experts laughed.
In the next moment, his laughter froze.
Because Shi Xiaole hadn’t even drawn his sword, but simply faced it with his fist.
Boom!
The fists of the two collided straightforwardly. The surging internal power spread out, and the ground snow within the close range of the two instantly rose into a snowstorm, obscuring the view.
"What?"
Tong Song stepped backward, his heart surged with an indescribable astonishment.
From the brief collision, he clearly felt a dormant yet durable internal power at Shi Xiaole’s fist.
If this internal power were to burst out, it would result in more than just a simple retreat.
This damned kid.
The snow that had risen blew around in the cold wind.
Tong Song’s face turned from green to white, and with murderous intent in his eyes, he drew the sword he initially did not plan to use.
"What just happened?"
"Look at Tong Song’s expression..."
Many felt a jolt in their hearts, sensing that things had deviated from their expected course.
"Sun-Resisting Sword Formula!"
Without giving anyone time to think, Tong Song leaped forward, and his right arm along with the long sword formed a straight line. The tip of the sword, for sure, aimed at Shi Xiaole’s chest.
The most shocking part was as Tong Song rushed toward Shi Xiaole, the snow on the ground likewise melted, forming a straight path about three inches wide and one inch deep.
Under the influence of the pressure, Shi Xiaole felt an illusion that he couldn’t dodge this sword no matter what, unless his control over his body exceeded the intricacies of this sword move.
With Shi Xiaole’s abilities, combined with Golden Goose Skill, he could accomplish this.
However, there was no need.
Still without drawing his sword, Shi Xiaole threw another punch with his hand clenched in a fist.
This punch looked ordinary, even soft, but when the surface power of the punch collided with the tip of Tong Song’s sword, it suddenly unleashed a hidden burst of masculine power.
Moreover, Tong Song hallucinated that the fist was approaching his face, which scared him into hastily withdrawing his power, causing his sword technique to slow down instantly.
Stumble, stumble, stumble.
Tong Song staggered, almost falling to the ground. This time, without the cover of a snowstorm, his flustered demeanor was clearly exposed to everyone.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
"How could this be?"
Another Chongyang Sect expert couldn’t believe it.
Even Zhao Yihuan, one of the ’Cotton-Fluff Soft Sword’ duo, couldn’t help but look up.
In others’ eyes, Shi Xiaole repelling Tong Song was utterly inconceivable, yet in Shi Xiaole’s mind, it didn’t make any waves.
His current internal power was no less than those practicing Qi Absorption at its peak. Moreover, his practice of Purple Light Divine Skill created an even more powerful internal force than the latter could achieve.
Frankly speaking, even if Shi Xiaole’s martial skills were at the same level as Tong Song’s, he wouldn’t be weaker. Not to mention, the difference in their application of martial skills wasn’t just a single level.
So, from the very beginning, the outcome of this competition was decided.
"Good, very good. I was reluctant to use this move, but now it seems, I have to."
A gloomy look spread across Tong Song’s face, a look that bore a rage that was on the verge of losing its sanity.
Suddenly, he made his move.
The long sword he raised high was like a colossal matchstick, igniting a faint yellowish colored flame as the wind brushed past it. The flame tore through the emptiness, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an orange-red fire, burning through the cold air causing a sizzling sound.
"Sunfire Sky Lash!"
In the flame transformed by his internal power, Tong Song’s face looked rather hideous.
This was the killing move he had created, investing countless hours, originally intended to show his might against a worthy opponent, but now, it was wasted on this kid.
Just because of this, Tong Song was full of hatred towards Shi Xiaole. This hatred, in a way, helped him to execute this killing move to its fullest extent.
"Too far."
Bai Yuxue shook her head, activating her formidable power, preparing to intervene.
How could she not see that the power of Tong Song’s sword had reached an astonishing degree, even appearing to exceed its normal limits.
Under these circumstances, and not knowing the exact strength of Shi Xiaole, her only option was to intercept the blow. If either of them got hurt, it would go against the initial intent of hosting the Snow Appreciation gathering.
Clang!
A clear ringing sound interrupted Bai Yuxue’s thoughts and made her pause her action.
In her field of view, amidst the vast whiteness, the young man in the blue robe stood calmly, blocking Tong Song’s attack with an uncanny and dangerous sword play.
There were no earth-shattering noises, no air shockwaves rippling in all directions.
All there was, was the shining green sword light that acted first, sweeping horizontally, sending Tong Song flying. The orange-red sword light seemed like a decapitated snake, sprinkling snowflakes all over the ground.
A cold wind blew at this moment, swirling the falling snowflakes like ice crystals around the youth in the blue robe, as if he became one with the distant snowcapped mountains.
Everyone went quiet, silently watching the scene, their hearts filled with an uncontrollable shock.
"Is he really just fifteen years old?"
Lu Erfeng clenched his fist, his body trembling slightly.
Having lost to Su Junhao was already difficult for him to accept, and now this startlingly talented Shi Xiaole appears, making Lu Erfeng feel like he was under the weight of two mountains, each higher than the other.
"His strength, it has increased since the last time."
Zhu Xiuling muttered to herself, her beautiful eyes flickering with surprise.
She remembered when she first met Shi Xiaole, his strength was on par with a second-tier young master. But after a few days, he made rapid progress, unexpectedly killed Uncle Wu, and saved her.
From that moment on, she began to pay more serious attention to him.
Unfortunately, this young man seemed to be naturally cold, ignoring the olive branch she, the number one beauty of Cloud Triangle, extended to him, which even made her secretly angry for a few days.
She thought that their paths would diverge after this. Who would have expected this young man to audaciously rush into Zhu Mansion on her grandfather’s birthday and kill Li Zhichong.
At the time, Lu Erfeng considered one of the Four Outstanding Youths, was totally defeated by him.
Zhu Xiuling has seen many outstanding talents, but none could compare to Shi Xiaole, who always managed to astound her every time they met.
And this time, Zhu Xiuling had to admit, she was once again taken aback.
She could hardly imagine how he managed to cultivate, even if his strength improved rapidly, there must be limits.
"At the age of fifteen, he has truly reached the ranks of top-notch masters, even Su Junhao is far inferior, tsk tsk."
Shen Canghai looked at the calm-faced Shi Xiaole, exaggeratedly smacked his lips, saw Bai Yuxue’s equally shocked face, as if still not back to reality, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"No wonder, no wonder with Su Junhao’s arrogance, he would align with him."
Tang Juran retracted his gaze, murmuring to himself.
Although he had guessed that Shi Xiaole was extraordinary, witnessing this all still left him momentarily stunned.
"Impossible, this is impossible."
Tong Song shouted, his demeanor bordering on madness. No matter how hard he tried to rack his brains, he could never imagine that the soft target he wanted to bully turned out to be a sharp thorn.
This time, he had lost face entirely.
Casting one last glance at Tong Song, Shi Xiaole turned around and walked back to his seat, completely unfazed by the numerous gazes thrown at him from all sides.
"Brother Shi, you’re indeed much stronger than I am."
Just as he sat down, Su Junhao next to him said with a look of admiration.
Little did he know, this expression once again elevated Shi Xiaole’s image in the eyes of everyone present. Even the proud Su Junhao was so submissive to him...
"I’m not that powerful yet."
Shi Xiaole responded.
His words were far from false modesty. He believed he could hold his ground against anyone else present, but if he were to face the two outstanding ones who had yet to make their move, the outcome was uncertain.
Shi Xiaole always believed in his intuition.
As for comparing with Bai Yuxue and Shen Canghai, both of them were over twenty-five, making the comparison even less meaningful.
The atmosphere at the Snow Appreciation gathering became somewhat strange due to the strength Shi Xiaole displayed. It wasn’t until several skirmishes happened that it returned to normal.
However, no one else sought to provoke him, not even to challenge him.
It wasn’t that the people unanimously deemed themselves inferior to Shi Xiaole, but for those stronger than Tong Song who had high confidence in their own abilities, challenging Shi Xiaole was simply not worth it.
If they won, they gained nothing; if they lost, they risked their reputations. So why bother?
Shi Xiaole also refrained from challenging others.
The excitement from before was starting to fade, and he was beginning to cool down. To him, there were only four people in the entire field worth paying attention to; for the rest, fighting them would be pointless.
