Seeing Lin Xiao’s brazen demeanor, Ba Hu’s eyes blazed redder with fury. Staring him down, he growled, “Do you even know who I am?”
Lin Xiao’s face remained unruffled. He glanced at Ba Hu calmly, parting his lips to let a faint voice drift out. “Call Wang Long out too.”
“Hmph, so arrogant! I don’t need my big brother to deal with you!”
Ba Hu exploded with rage, lunging like a frenzied lion. A ferocious punch roared forth, whipping up a radiant gale aimed at Lin Xiao’s head.
“Is that so?” Lin Xiao sneered, his wild martial intent flaring. Reverse Chaos First Style erupted, a savage force matching Ba Hu’s beastly charge head-on.
Boom!
A thunderous clash shook the air, both staggering back several steps. A fierce wind spiraled outward from their collision.
“Chi!”
The Dragon Tiger Gate crew gasped. Ba Hu, a Heavenly Martial Seventh Layer with a monstrous physique, had met his match in raw power.
Lin Xiao, too, was mildly surprised. Matching his Reverse Chaos First Style and wild intent with pure strength—Ba Hu was no pushover.
Shengyuan Academy truly teemed with talent.
Ba Hu’s face flickered with shock. Dragon Tiger Gate held its fortieth rank thanks to him and Wang Long. His physical prowess had toppled many strong two-star disciples—yet this kid’s power rivaled his.
“Hmph, let’s see you block this!”
A seasoned outer court name, Ba Hu wasn’t fazed. He surged forward, another punch twisting the nearby space with sheer force.
“Tiger Roar Collapse!” With a roar, a tiger’s growl rumbled from his fist, carrying earth-shattering might straight at Lin Xiao.
“Reverse Chaos Second Style!”
Lin Xiao met it head-on, vitality surging within. The Heaven-tier technique channeled vast power, a chaotic vitality beam bursting from his fist like a horizontal torrent. The air warped, a heart-pounding aura blanketing the area.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The chaotic beam clashed with Ba Hu’s fist, waves of energy bursting outward. Ba Hu’s punch tore through the vitality column inch by inch, closing in.
Shattering the entire beam with raw force, his momentum slowed, halting just before Lin Xiao.
His fist, riddled with holes, gushed blood.
“Roar!”
Ba Hu bellowed, a sky-shaking tiger roar echoing. A golden tiger phantom materialized behind him, faint玄色 light blooming from his dantian. The anomaly-fueled fist, brimming with power, lunged at Lin Xiao.
“Overbearing Golden Tiger Anomaly!” Lin Xiao’s brow rose. In an instant, he drew his black玄铁管, vitality boiling as he paired it with wild intent, swinging down hard.
“Earth Rift!”
Facing Ba Hu’s might, Lin Xiao unleashed Mountain Collapse Second Style. With a shout, the black玄铁管, laden with colossal force, smashed into Ba Hu’s fist. A wild aura erupted, hurling Ba Hu backward.
“Pfft!” Blood sprayed as Ba Hu crashed several zhang away. His bloodied, hole-riddled fist looked pulped, crimson flowing freely, his visage twisting fiercer.
He couldn’t fathom this newbie breaking his Golden Tiger Anomaly strike.
The Dragon Tiger Gate crew gaped. Their revered second-in-command, beaten by a fresh disciple?
Ling Hu stared, stunned. He’d pegged Lin Xiao as strong—enough to match Ba Hu—but had underestimated him.
Lin Xiao didn’t just match him; he crushed him.
Nearby, Gou Shi, crawling from the rubble, and Yang Huai, rising from the ground, stood slack-jawed. They’d mocked this少年 who’d just toppled Ba Hu?
Gazing at the fallen Ba Hu, Lin Xiao exuded an invisible authority. “You’ve lost.”
“Hmph, don’t get cocky! When Brother Long’s back from Thunder Qi Tower, he’ll settle this score!” Ba Hu snarled through gritted teeth.
“Wang Long’s not here?” Lin Xiao blinked. No wonder the commotion hadn’t drawn him—off training in the tower.
Wang Long’s strength likely outstripped Ba Hu’s, a foe not to dismiss lightly. Still, Lin Xiao wasn’t overly concerned.
If Wang Long came, he’d handle him too.
“Meant to settle this in one go, but Wang Long’s absent—shame,” Lin Xiao sighed regretfully, sweeping his gaze over Ba Hu and the stunned crew. “Since he’s not here, you can all scram. We’re taking this place.”
The group trembled. Their turf, seized—Dragon Tiger Gate’s dozen members evicted?
If word spread, their reputation would be ash.
“Let’s fight him! I don’t believe a dozen of us can’t take one guy!” a disciple growled, fists clenched.
“Chi!” Lin Xiao’s aura flared, an oppressive force radiating. He hefted the black玄铁管, pointing it forward. “Go ahead and try.”
The restless crowd froze, exchanging glances. All eyes turned to Ba Hu.
Rising, Ba Hu wiped blood from his mouth, glaring at Lin Xiao. “We’re leaving!”
Anger and reluctance flashed across the group, but if Ba Hu couldn’t win, they stood no chance.
They followed him out.
“Wait!” Lin Xiao’s voice halted them.
Ba Hu wheeled around, his sharp gaze cutting like a predator’s. “What now?” he growled.
