CHAPTER FIVE : THE CONTEST 3
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The entire training ground held its breath.
On one side stood Long Tianjin, Sword Skill Sect disciple. His sword hummed with sharp qi. Killing intent rolling off him in waves.
On the other side stood Long Yang in his blue and gold robe. Calm. Eyes like still water.
In the high seats, Long Hai was gripping the armrest so hard it cracked.
“Yang! Forfeit!” he roared. “That’s my order!”
Long Hai didn’t care about Chief position right now. He cared about his son living.
Across from him, Long Wentian leaned back with a cruel smile. His son was about to cripple Long Hai’s only son.
“Brother Hai, relax. It’s just a duel. The King is watching. Nothing will happen.”
Nothing... except murder.
Next to him, Long Jishui watched with his daughter Long Mei. He said nothing, but his eyes were sharp. His rival Long Hai’s son was about to die. This would make the Chief race easier.
Long Tian looked to the King. The King of Chu, gave a single nod. The duel was approved.
“Begin!” Long Tian announced.
WHOOSH!
Long Tianjin moved first. No mercy.
“Sword Severing Wave!”
A crescent of silver sword qi shot out, aimed straight at Long Yang’s throat. 6th Qi Layer power. Enough to cut a mortal in half.
The crowd cheered. “One strike!”
“Trash is dead!”
Even Long Mei turned away slightly. She didn’t want to see it.
But Long Yang didn’t move.
He just... watched the sword qi coming.
Too slow.
At the last second, he sidestepped. The sword qi tore through the stone behind him and exploded.
GASP!
“How did a mortal dodge that?!”
Long Tianjin’s eyes widened. “Lucky bastard!”
He dashed forward. Sword flashing. 12 strikes in 1 second. Each strike was 6th Qi Layer strength.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Long Yang dodged. Ducked and parried with his bare hand.
Every movement was precise. Efficient. Like he had fought a hundred times before.
Inside, Long Yang was grinning. So this is 6th Qi Layer?
With his Sun Devouring Dantian, his body was absorbing the sunlight above and converting it into pure strength. He felt warm. Strong. Alive.
“Enough playing,” Long Yang said.
He took one step forward.
BOOM!
A pressure exploded from him. Not 6th Qi Layer. Not 7th.
The air itself distorted.
“9th Qi Layer!!!”
The entire ground shook.
Long Tianjin froze mid-swing. His face went pale. “Impossible! You’re trash! You’re a cripple!”
Long Yang’s fist was already moving.
He didn’t use a technique. He didn’t need to.
Just one punch. Straight and simple. Packed with the power of 9th Qi Layer and sunlight.
KRAKOOOM!!!
Long Tianjin was sent flying like a ragdoll. He crashed through 3 stone pillars and slammed into the ground 50 meters away.
His sword shattered. Blood sprayed from his mouth.
SILENCE.
Then chaos.
“What did I just see?!” a disciple of the sword sect asked mostly to himself
“A mortal just one-shot Long Tianjin?!” another gasped
“That’s not a mortal! That’s 9th Qi Layer Peak!”the first disciple retorts back
Long Hai shot to his feet, mouth open. Tears in his eyes.
Long Wentian dropped his teacup. It shattered. His face turned black as ink. His son has been humiliated.
Long Jishui narrowed his eyes. Trouble.
Meanwhile, Long Mei’s eyes were wide. “He... he broke through?”
In the royal seats, Chu Miaomiao, 9th Qi Layer, clapped her hands and laughed. “YES! My toy is a monster!”
Long Yang walked to the crater where Long Tianjin lay, groaning.
He looked down. Calm.
“Remember the bet?”
Long Tianjin coughed blood. “I... I...”
“Kneel,” Long Yang said softly. “Call me Grandpa. Kowtow five times.”
Long Tianjin’s face twisted with humiliation. But under the eyes of the King and the whole kingdom, he had no choice.
With shaking limbs, he knelt in front of everyone.
“G-Grandpa...”
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Five kowtows.
The Long Clan exploded.
Some disciples were cheering. Some were in shock. The elders looked like they’d seen a ghost.
Long Yang turned and bowed to the high seats.
“Thank you, King of Chu, for a fair duel.”
The King smiled for the first time today. “Interesting. Very interesting.”
As Long Yang walked back to his seat, he passed his father.
Long Hai didn’t say anything. He just pulled his son into a rough hug.
For the first time in 16 years.
Across the platform, Long Wentian stared daggers at them. His son was on the ground. His pride was in the dirt.
And in that moment, everyone in the Long Clan understood one thing:
The trash was dead.
In his place stood a 9th Qi Layer genius.
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