"HAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
The two of them found it hilarious and burst into laughter. The surrounding crowd, thinking of Zhang Xiaoyun's face, also broke out in raucous laughter.
Wen Qingye, who had been about to leave, paused. He turned back with a faint smile and asked, "Is something funny?"
Wen Hao looked at Wen Qingye and nodded emphatically with a grin. "Yeah, it's pretty damn funny."
"SLAP!"
A sharp crack suddenly echoed through the bustling marketplace. The surrounding area fell silent in an instant, and everyone stared at Wen Qingye in astonishment.
Wen Hao touched his red, swollen cheek and glared at Wen Qingye, roaring, "You bastard, you dare hit me? You actually dare to hit me?"
Hearing Wen Hao's words, Wen Qingye's eyes narrowed. 'Looks like I went too easy on him.'
"Wen Qingye, I'm going to kill you today!"
Wen Hao roared and charged straight at Wen Qingye. He couldn't believe that Wen Qingye would dare to slap him in broad daylight, in front of everyone. How could he possibly endure such a humiliation?
The corner of Wen Qingye's mouth curved into a smirk. 'Wen Hao, you dare to challenge me with just your Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer Heaven strength?'
"Streamlight Fist!"
Primordial Qi continuously gathered in Wen Hao's hand, which now glowed with a white light. The Primordial Qi swirled around it like a vortex of air. Then, he thrust his palm forward, blasting it toward Wen Qingye.
Wen Hao's feet moved swiftly, bringing him closer and closer to Wen Qingye. Seeing Wen Qingye standing perfectly still, Wen Hao was overjoyed and aimed his strike at Wen Qingye's chest.
Only when Wen Hao was right in front of him did Wen Qingye slowly extend his hand, meeting the attack with a fist of his own.
"BANG!"
The white airflow from Wen Hao's hand instantly dissipated, and several onlookers scrambled to get out of the way.
After the two exchanged a blow, Wen Qingye shifted his stance, deflecting the Primordial Qi away from his body. Wen Hao stumbled back several steps, staring at Wen Qingye in disbelief. "Your cultivation... you're also at the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer Heaven?"
Wen Qingye didn't speak, but his silence only enraged Wen Hao further.
Zhang Jian, who was standing to the side, frowned and muttered to himself, "How is that possible? Wen Qingye's cultivation has always been low. How could he have reached the Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer Heaven? I don't believe it. This can't be real."
Wen Hao slowly drew back his right hand, pulled one foot back, and fixed his eyes on Wen Qingye. Wen Qingye naturally recognized the Fist Technique.
This was the Wen Family's uniquely inherited Fist Technique, the Cyan Mountain Fist. Once executed, it would produce a massive booming sound. The more booms, the deeper one's understanding of the Fist Technique, and the greater its power.
"Cyan Mountain Fist!"
Wen Hao's palm abruptly formed a fist and shot forward. The fist carried immense Primordial Qi, emitting a faint whistling sound and an aura as heavy and boundless as a mountain range.
At that moment, the crowd saw Wen Qingye mirroring Wen Hao's movements, only his looked more agile, more natural, and more powerful.
"Is Wen Qingye also going to use the Wen Family's Cyan Mountain Fist?"
"Strange. Didn't the rumors say he couldn't perform this basic Fist Technique?"
"Yeah, rumor has it that when Wen Qingye tried to practice the Cyan Mountain Fist, it made the Wen Family's Great Elder very unhappy. In the end, the Great Elder even cursed him out, calling him the trash of the Wen Family."
Wen Qingye's footwork was like a fluttering butterfly. His palm formed a fist and shot out, manifesting the heavy aura of a mountain.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
As Wen Hao threw his punch, three heavy booms reverberated through the marketplace. Some of the weaker cultivators turned pale and stumbled back several steps.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Wen Qingye met the attack head-on with his own punch. Wen Hao felt a colossal force strike his palm, and his entire body was sent flying.
"A six-boom Cyan Mountain Fist!"
The crowd watched Wen Qingye's punch, unable to hide their shock. As one of the four great families, they knew that executing a six-boom Cyan Mountain Fist was extremely difficult.
"Wen Hao only managed three booms, but Wen Qingye actually produced six! Wen Qingye is just too fierce!"
"Didn't they say the Wen Family's Great Elder called Wen Qingye trash? If a six-boom Cyan Mountain Fist makes you trash, then that Great Elder's standards are way too high."
"If we go by what the Wen Family's Great Elder says, then I guess everyone in the Wen Family is trash."
Wen Hao slowly got to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Wen Qingye in disbelief. "How can this be? How could I lose to you? Your Cyan Mountain Fist... you can actually produce six booms?"
Wen Qingye shook his head and smiled. "This Fist Technique isn't bad. I'd imagine at its strongest, it should be able to produce thirteen booms."
Seeing Wen Qingye's nonchalant expression, Wen Hao couldn't help but roar back emotionally, "You're full of shit! The Cyan Mountain Fist only has nine booms at most!"
Wen Qingye mocked him mercilessly, "That's because you're trash. Get it?"
Wen Hao flew into a rage at Wen Qingye's taunt, but having just lost to him, all he could do was glare hatefully, completely powerless.
Wen Qingye slowly walked toward Wen Hao, whose face instantly turned deathly pale as he scrambled backward.
Wen Qingye gave a calm smile, then pointed at Zhang Jian and Wen Hao. "You two," he said, "come at me together!"
The crowd erupted.
The onlookers were in an uproar upon hearing Wen Qingye's words. A single Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer Heaven cultivator was challenging two other Martial Artists of the same level? And they were disciples from the Wen and Zhang Families, no less! How could they not be shaken?
Zhang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly as he sneered, "Wen Qingye, I'll call you brother-in-law when I'm in a good mood, but don't push your luck. In my eyes, Zhang Xiaoyun is just a dog our Zhang Family raised. You married a dog from our Zhang Family, and now you dare act presumptuously in front of her master?"
Hearing Zhang Jian's words, Wen Qingye's eyes turned bloodshot. "What did you say? Say that again."
Zhang Jian roared back, "I said Zhang Xiaoyun is just a dog our Zhang Family raised! Do you understand? I'll say it louder. A DOG! Did you hear me clearly?"
Wen Qingye took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart. "Today, I'm going to show you the meaning of a fate worse than death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qingye slid forward. The roiling Primordial Qi inside his body surged like a tidal wave and gathered, and he threw a punch heavy with Primordial Qi.
Zhang Jian had already noticed Wen Qingye's sudden movement. His feet became a blur, and his right leg shot out with a frosty gleam, meeting Wen Qingye's attack head-on with a whistling, cold light.
A fist and a foot collided. Both men were forced back four or five steps. Zhang Jian licked his lips, his eyes locked on Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye charged toward Zhang Jian again. A fierce wind whipped up around them, blowing Wen Qingye's hair and clothes about, but he paid it no mind, blasting out a punch infused with cyan Primordial Qi.
"Cyan Mountain Fist!"
Seeing Wen Qingye use the Cyan Mountain Fist, Zhang Jian sneered. 'You think you can beat me with just a six-boom Cyan Mountain Fist? How naive.'
Zhang Jian violently pulled his hands back, as if gathering all the Primordial Qi in his body into his palms. A yellow halo made his hands look thicker and heavier. Then, he thrust them forward.
"Mountain Opening Palm!"
Suddenly, the faint shadow of a mountain range appeared behind Wen Qingye, exuding a majestic and powerful aura. When the image of the verdant green mountains emerged, everyone's Heart Spirit trembled. They then saw a series of percussive blasts erupt from Wen Qingye's fist, even more rapid and continuous than before.
"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"
Zhang Jian's body was sent flying like a piece of paper. He landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Wen Hao's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He stared at Wen Qingye, dumbfounded. "T-Ten booms... A ten-boom Cyan Mountain Fist."
The rest of the crowd stared at Wen Qingye as if he were a monster. They had never heard of anyone in the Wen Family achieving a ten-boom Cyan Mountain Fist. Wasn't the maximum supposed to be nine booms?