Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Chu Xiaocui's expression changed from beneath her red veil.
But a moment later, she scoffed.
'Chu Qingyun doesn't even have a Martial Soul. What can he do by showing up? He's just asking to be humiliated.'
"Chu Qingyun? What's he doing here?"
"Have you forgotten? The day they broke off the engagement, Chu Qingyun swore he wouldn't let Chu Xiaocui's wedding procession go smoothly."
"Heh, I'd love for Chu Qingyun to teach those people from the Zhao Family Castle a harsh lesson. Too bad he doesn't have the strength."
The people in the crowd murmured amongst themselves.
"Chu Xiaocui, don't forget what you said that day."
Chu Qingyun shot a glance at Chu Xiaocui before turning and stepping onto the arena stage.
"Qingyun, what are you doing? Stop this nonsense and get down from there, now!"
Beside the village chief, Chu Hua's face was etched with anxiety as he yelled at Chu Qingyun.
During a normal wedding procession, an ordinary person could go up and have some fun.
But this time, the people from the Zhao Family Castle were clearly here to cause trouble. That Zhao Feilong was ruthless; if Chu Qingyun went up there, he would end up dead or maimed.
"Hua, don't worry," Chu Qingyun said with a smile. "I know what I'm doing."
"So you're Chu Qingyun? That piece of trash who doesn't even have a Martial Soul?"
On the stage, Zhao Feilong sneered, his face twisting into a savage grin.
Chu Qingyun's expression remained impassive. He ignored him.
A mere third-level Martial Artist wasn't even worth Chu Qingyun's notice. His only target today was Zhao Yishui.
"You pretentious little brat. How many moves do you think it'll take me to cripple you?"
Facing an ordinary person, Zhao Feilong's face was filled with derision. He wanted to toy with Chu Qingyun and break him down psychologically.
Unfortunately for him, Chu Qingyun paid no mind to his theatrics.
"You damn little mongrel, congratulations. You've successfully pissed me off."
"I've decided. One move. I'll cripple you in one single move!"
The aura of a third-level Martial Artist erupted from Zhao Feilong. Primordial Power flashed around his fists as he threw a vicious punch straight at Chu Qingyun's chest.
A full-force punch from a third-level Martial Artist was enough to kill an ordinary man!
Below the stage, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.
The village chief and Hua clenched their fists, their eyes blazing with fury.
Zhao Feilong had truly gone too far this time.
But in the face of this menacing punch, Chu Qingyun simply smiled.
"If you want to settle this in one move, then one move it is."
With a soft chuckle, Chu Qingyun sidestepped slightly, deftly dodging Zhao Feilong's punch.
Then, joining his index and middle fingers to form a sword, he thrust them sharply at Zhao Feilong's back.
The instant his fingers struck Zhao Feilong's back, a piercing Primordial Power erupted from his fingertips like a Sword Aura. With a sickening THUD, it blasted clean through Zhao Feilong's chest.
"How could this happen!?"
Zhao Feilong stared in utter disbelief at the blood soaking the front of his robes.
'Just now, I clearly defended myself with Primordial Power.'
'But Chu Qingyun's piercing finger strike tore through my Primordial Power defense in an instant, even shattering my sternum!'
"You... COUGH! COUGH! COUGH..."
Zhao Feilong tried to demand an answer, but with his lungs severely injured, he could only kneel on the stage, coughing up blood violently, unable to utter a single word.
Zhao Feilong, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments ago, was now severely wounded, kneeling wretchedly before Chu Qingyun.
"I defeated you in one move. Now, you can get off the stage."
"In fact, why don't you get down your favorite way? Go on, fly."
Chu Qingyun walked up to him and kicked him squarely in the face, sending him flying off the stage to land in front of the crowd from the Zhao Family Castle.
Every single person from the Zhao Family Castle had a grim expression.
However, since they had been the ones to start the provocation, there was nothing they could say.
Besides, Chu Qingyun had indeed held back. If he had aimed for Zhao Feilong's left side, it would not have been his lung that was pierced, but his heart.
A lung injury could still be slowly healed with the help of Primordial Power.
But if his heart had been struck, he would have died on the spot.
"He won! He actually... won!"
"Amazing! So strong! He beat Zhao Feilong with a single finger strike!"
"But doesn't Chu Qingyun lack a Martial Soul? How is he so powerful!?"
The people of Chu Family Village were all frozen in place, stunned.
They had imagined countless possibilities, but not a single one of them had expected Chu Qingyun to be the victor—let alone for him to win so effortlessly.
"I knew it! A fifteen-year-old at the Martial Disciple Ninth Layer is no ordinary person! Well done, Qingyun!"
"Well done, Chu Qingyun!"
"Beautifully done! That was so satisfying to watch!"
"Qingyun! Qingyun! Qingyun!"
Having been suppressed for so long, the people of Chu Family Village erupted into excited cheers.
After losing three matches in a row and being provoked by Zhao Feilong from beginning to end, they had finally turned the tables. At last, they could hold their heads high with pride!
"That kid... to think he had this kind of strength and didn't tell me. He's really asking for it, haha..." Chu Hua's face was alight with excitement.
"Fifteen years old... reached the third level of Martial Artist in less than a month after awakening his Martial Soul, and defeated Zhao Feilong in a single move. Chu Family Village... has produced an incredible genius..."
Zhao Zhimo's expression turned grim as he muttered to himself.
'What's going on? Why isn't it over? Why is everyone shouting Chu Qingyun's name?'
Beneath her red veil, Chu Xiaocui was bewildered, unable to see what was happening.
'Damn it, what on earth is happening...'
In the end, Chu Xiaocui couldn't bear it any longer. She lifted her veil and looked toward the stage.
"Impossible!"
Her eyes fell on the scene just as Zhao Feilong was kicked off the stage.
'How can this be? Doesn't Chu Qingyun... doesn't he lack a Martial Soul!?'
Chu Xiaocui couldn't believe her eyes.
But the sight of the youth standing proudly on the stage was a cruel reminder that all of this was real.
'Chu Qingyun... he's not trash!'
Just as the people of Chu Family Village were cheering nonstop, a bald young man, Zhao Huang, walked onto the stage with a dark expression. He carried a Refined Iron Long Staff over two meters long on his back.
"You little brat from Chu Family Village. Forcing my hand can only be considered your misfortune."
"When I, Zhao Huang, take action, I show no mercy, no matter who my opponent is. Use your strongest move, or you won't get another chance."
The cheers from below the stage gradually subsided.
Zhao Huang was a renowned expert among the younger generation of the Zhao Family Castle. Not only was he a fourth-level Martial Artist, but he was also exceptionally skilled with his Refined Iron Staff.
Even some experts from the older generation dared not cross him.
"That move isn't meant for you."
Chu Qingyun said calmly, giving him a single glance.
At once, the expressions on the faces of everyone below the stage became a sight to behold. Chu Qingyun's words were simply too arrogant.
But the people of Chu Family Village felt it was incredibly satisfying. Truly, satisfying.
Zhao Huang's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Brat, if I don't cripple you today, I'll renounce my own name!"