Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 42: Challenging the Rookie King

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. He stared at the people in the pavilion and said, "The last person who called me a waste was Zhao Jie. I beat him until he spat blood and begged for mercy. Why don’t the few of you give it a try?"

As Lin Xuan’s aura erupted, the expressions of the youths in the pavilion changed. They were well aware of Lin Xuan’s previous victories, and for a moment, they didn’t dare to rashly accept the challenge.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan sneered. "You don’t even have the courage to fight me. I think you’re the real wastes!"

"What did you say?!" the youths opposite him retorted furiously.

Even Wu Ming’s face grew grim. "Kid, don’t think you can be arrogant just because you beat Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie," he said. "They’re merely geniuses from Wangyue Pavilion, which is at the bottom of the entire Heavenly Dao Academy." From his tone, it was clear Wu Ming didn’t take Zhao Jie, Zhang Yang, or the others seriously either.

"Is that so? Then I’d like to see just how powerful a so-called genius from the Star Pavilion like you is." Lin Xuan took a step forward, his own aura flaring to life.

"You dare challenge me?" Wu Ming was enraged. He was a top prodigy who had absorbed two strands of Serpent Blood. This kid dares to challenge me? He’s courting death! Furious, he prepared to strike.

However, Feng Qingxue intervened. "Don’t be rash, Wu Ming. Do me a favor and just let Young Master Lin join us. Young Master Lin is very powerful now. He won’t be a burden; in fact, we might even need his help."

Feng Qingxue knew Lin Xuan’s true strength was equivalent to a One-star Martial General, which made him far stronger than any of these new disciples.

Need his help? Wu Ming laughed. "I don’t need help from a waste."

"Young Master Lin is not a waste," Feng Qingxue insisted. "His strength has already surpassed that of us freshmen. He can rival the second-year senior students!"

How is that possible? The youths in the pavilion were shocked. Most of the second-year students were One-star Martial Generals. Could this kid really have the strength of a One-star Martial General? Don’t be ridiculous!

Wu Ming also sneered. "Qingxue, has this kid tricked you? Don’t be fooled by his slick words. This kid is nothing but a braggart. How could he possibly possess the strength of a One-star Martial General?"

"Kid, get lost! And stay away from Qingxue. If you dare to pester her again, don’t blame me for getting rough," Wu Ming said coldly.

Feng Qingxue was incomparably beautiful and the object of many disciples’ affection. Wu Ming was naturally one of her pursuers, though he had never succeeded. Seeing her support Lin Xuan so ardently now made him incredibly jealous. Why should a waste like him win Feng Qingxue’s favor?

As he finished speaking, Wu Ming took a step forward, his power erupting. He had, after all, absorbed Serpent Blood. Though it was only two strands, it was enough to dramatically transform his physique.

His aura now carried an indescribable pressure, one that would instantly suppress and crush an ordinary Ninth Grade Martial Artist, rendering them too terrified to oppose him. He called this aura the Serpent’s Might. Only those who had absorbed Serpent Blood had a chance to condense it. Now, he unleashed the Serpent’s Might, intending to use its power to crush Lin Xuan and force him to his knees.

When the Serpent’s Might appeared, Feng Qingxue’s face changed drastically, and she involuntarily took a few steps back. The other youths in the pavilion looked as if they were facing a great calamity. Before this aura, they felt as insignificant as ants. They all turned to look at Lin Xuan, gloating at his misfortune.

"Haha, this kid is about to be crushed by the Serpent’s Might!"

"Just watch! In the next moment, he’ll be kneeling before Wu Ming!"

"Hmph, how laughable, daring to act so arrogant in front of Wu Ming."

"Kneel, kid!" Wu Ming sneered.

But the next moment, he was stunned. He found Lin Xuan standing there, completely unaffected, let alone forced to his knees. How is this possible? He actually resisted it!

The youths in the pavilion were dumbfounded. Wu Ming was also taken aback.

Ever since absorbing Serpent Blood and condensing the Serpent’s Might, he had been invincible, sweeping through all the new disciples. Every genius had to bow their head before him. But now? The Serpent’s Might was completely ineffective! How could this be?

Someone forsaken by the heavens, a waste with no future, can withstand the Serpent’s Might? What a joke! Wu Ming couldn’t believe it.

He snorted coldly and shot out a palm strike, preparing to defeat Lin Xuan personally.

"Stop!" Feng Qingxue exclaimed in shock. She hadn’t expected Wu Ming to dare break the rules and attack directly.

The palm strike was incredibly fast, arriving before Lin Xuan almost instantly. Its aura was terrifying, like the claw of a great serpent crashing down.

The young geniuses in the pavilion grew excited at the sight.

"Just watch, this kid will be slammed to the ground with one palm!"

"Hmph, so what if he defeated Zhang Yang and Zhao Jie? He’s no match for Wu Ming!"

"Wu Ming is the number one genius among the newcomers!"

"That’s right, he’s the Newcomer King!"

"Only senior students can suppress him."

"Among the new disciples, no one can withstand a single blow from Wu Ming!"

Lin Xuan’s expression darkened as well. This Wu Ming was truly arrogant. First, he tried to force him to kneel with the Serpent’s Might, and now he was attacking directly, completely disregarding him. How outrageous! Does he really think I’m a pushover?

Since his opponent had made a move, Lin Xuan wouldn’t be polite either. It was time to let him feel his power.

Lin Xuan was very strong, and his Ninefold Swordsmanship was incredibly fierce. However, he didn’t draw his sword, because his opponent was not worthy of it.

Lin Xuan extended a single finger and pointed it forward. The finger seemed to transform into a sharp sword, its tip glistening with Sword Qi. He aimed his finger at Wu Ming’s palm, and the two collided in an instant. Wu Ming’s palm froze in mid-air, stopped dead by that one finger.

How can that be? Seeing this, the young geniuses in the pavilion widened their eyes as if they had just witnessed the most unbelievable thing. He blocked it? You’ve got to be kidding! Wu Ming is the Newcomer King! His physique is incredibly powerful, and that palm strike could easily obliterate a Ninth Grade Martial Artist. Yet Lin Xuan blocked it! How unbelievable!

"Wu Ming probably wasn’t using his full strength. It was just a casual strike, that’s why the kid managed to block it," a few of the youths rationalized quickly. "If Wu Ming gets serious, that kid is doomed."

Wu Ming’s expression turned ugly. He had indeed not used his full strength; it was, in fact, a casual strike. But in his mind, even a casual strike should have been more than enough to defeat his opponent. Unexpectedly, he had failed. To have his attack blocked by a single finger... How incredible! This kid is too arrogant! The thought enraged him.

He prepared to strike with his full might. Power surged from within him as he viciously slapped his palm forward again. This time, he used a powerful martial art: Thunder Shock Palm! It was his pride and joy—an elementary Xuan-grade martial art of immense power. This time, there’s no way he can withstand it!