Chapter 38: Exploding Punch Zhang Long (Part 2)
Only with the third sword, Zhang Long was slapped by Xuan Tian.
Zhang Long had almost retreated to the edge of the ring when Xuan Tian slapped him with his palm, sending him flying into the air and landing in the center of the ring.
Many outer disciples stared with their eyes wide open, covering their mouths with their hands, almost shouting out loud. Zhang Long, as one of the top three leaders among the outer disciples, was actually slapped hard by Xuan Tian on the stage in public, this result is even harder to accept than when Zhang Long was stabbed by Xuan Tian's sword.
Especially the outer disciples who followed Zhang Long, were filled with incredulity. In their hearts, Zhang Long was almost an invincible existence among the outer disciples. Even when facing Yang Shixiong, they would still believe in Zhang Long and never fall behind.
However, they couldn't help but disbelieve the fact that Xuan Tian slapped Zhang Long with a palm, causing Zhang Long's tall image in their hearts to plummet almost vertically.
The first slap is not the end, but just the beginning!
Zhang Long had just fallen off the stage, when Xuan Tian swept past again like a gust of wild wind. His sword moves were like wild wind, his person was like wild wind, and he once again used the "Wild Wind Style".
A fierce gust of wind sounded, and the sword light of Xuantian came from all sides, slashing towards Zhang Long.
Bang!
Another loud crash, Zhang Long barely blocked Xuan Tian's sword shadow. Xuan Tian's palm was mysterious and unpredictable, and another slap landed on Zhang Long's face.
Another bloody palm print appeared, and Zhang Long's face was branded with a bloody slap on both the left and right sides.
This slap was heavier than the first one, and Zhang Long spat out a mouthful of blood, several broken teeth were also spit out with the blood.
The first slap, Xuantian was pulling upwards towards the sky, so Zhang Long was pulled out flying. This slap, Xuantian was slapping downwards from top to bottom, Zhang Long's feet stumbled, his body pounced forward.
His head was slapped heavily by Xuan Tian, and the intense shock made Zhang Long's brain momentarily dazed.
A brief trance, just for an instant, a flash and it's gone.
But in an instant, it was enough for Xuantian to make a move. Xuantian's palm was like a sword, slashing down and hitting Zhang Long's neck.
Zhang Long had just recovered from his daze when an even greater force came from the back of his brain, plunging his mind into chaos once again.
After being hit by Xuan Tian's palm sword on the back of his neck, Zhang Long's speed suddenly accelerated, and he fell onto the stage in a posture like a wild dog pouncing on dung.
Xuantian sheathed his sword and simultaneously kicked out with one foot, sending Zhang Long's body tumbling over. Xuantian took a swift step forward and knelt down on both knees, pinning Zhang Long's two arms tightly beneath his knees.
His body sat down and directly pressed Zhang Long's body.
Zhang Long had just recovered from his dazed state, and before he could even feel the intense pain in his head, his body was already being restrained by Xuan Tian.
Zhang Long was shocked and suddenly knelt down, his knee cap hitting the back of Xuan Tian with a loud "thud".
Xuantian's body was like a living root, and Zhang Long's knee strike couldn't budge him in the slightest.
Xuantian's left hand held a sword, his idle right hand, with five fingers clenched into a fist, struck Zhang Long's face like a whirlwind.
Clap clap clap clap clap......!
Right draw, reverse draw, slant draw......!
All that could be heard was a loud crackling sound, Xuan Tian's palm was like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had slapped out at least ten palms, heavily and ruthlessly slapping Zhang Long's face. Zhang Long's face instantly swelled up high, almost becoming a big pig head.
Zhang Long also used his knee cap to heavily strike Xuan Tian several times, but he was completely unable to budge Xuan Tian's body in the slightest.
As Xuan Tian's palm struck him, Zhang Long quickly lost his strength to resist, leaving only a miserable howl, with fresh blood gushing out of his mouth, and he spat out tooth after tooth.
The entire outer gate, including the elders and disciples, were all shocked.
The disciples of the Two Swords Sect competed with each other, and in the end, they didn't suffer a single sword wound, but instead, slaps kept coming one after another.
A slap on the ear may not kill a person for the time being, but the harm it causes is far less than that of a sword piercing through the body. However, the humiliation it brings is far greater than the wound from a sword.
Xuantian and Zhang Long have fought to this point, anyone can see that there is a deep feud between them. Otherwise, Xuantian could have won by knocking Zhang Long off the stage or stabbing him with one sword, or by holding him still and pressing the sword against his throat.
However, Xuan Tian did not give Zhang Long a chance to speak and surrender. He slapped Zhang Long's face with a series of rapid ear slaps, causing Zhang Long to let out a mournful cry and unable to utter a word.
Following Zhang Long's outer sect disciple, seeing the boss being beaten by Xuan Tian like a dog, at first, he was very indignant. However, Zhang Long didn't have any power to resist, and after a long time, his indignation turned into shame, feeling that following such a boss as Zhang Long was really humiliating.
As for the outer disciples who supported Xuantian, they were initially shocked. After a brief moment of shock, what followed was thunderous applause, because although Xuantian's action of slapping Zhang Long had not yet ended, everyone already knew that this battle was won by Xuantian.
"Brother Huang, you must win! Brother Huang, you must win!"
"Brother Huang, you must win! Brother Huang, you must win!"
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Xuān Tiān's heart felt extremely relieved and comfortable, with each slap on Zhang Long's face, his mind became even more relaxed. The deep-seated anger in his heart had dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of comfort and excitement. The illusory sword shadow that had been lurking deep within his eyes had long since vanished, and no one had seen it emerge.
Xuantian slapped Zhang Long dozens of times, beating him into a big pig head, knocking him out cold. The anger in his heart had completely dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief, before he finally stopped attacking.
During the competition, only when there is a threat to life and death will the outer gate elders and deacons intervene. Xuan Tian slapped Zhang Long dozens of times, but there was no danger to his life at all. The outer gate elders and deacons in the stands were completely unable to stop it.
Of course, if Xuan Tian doesn't stop his hand and keeps drawing continuously, Zhang Long will definitely be beaten to death after a long time. The outer sect elders and executives on the platform will definitely intervene.
Xuántiān obviously didn't mean to beat Zhāng Lóng to death on the stage. After standing up, he kicked out with one foot, and Zhāng Lóng's body instantly flew far away, falling off the stage.
Round 9, Game 2, Xuantian vs Zhang Long, Xuantian wins and advances to the final round of Round 10 to compete with Yang Dingjun for first place.
Zhang Long was beaten by Xuan Tian until he was dizzy and unconscious. The giant disciple of the tenth-order cultivation looked at Xuan Tian, and there was no longer any color of disdain in his eyes, but instead, they were filled with a fearful expression.
Under the stage, Zhang Long was supported by Niu Zhi Gao and Zhang Hu, and he gradually came to. He remembered that on the stage, in front of everyone's eyes, Xuan Tian had slapped him so many times, beating him into this state. Zhang Long's confidence was completely destroyed, and he thoroughly lost his vigor. Tears gushed out like a spring, and he burst into loud sobs.
If Zhang Long cannot overcome the psychological blow of this battle, his martial arts cultivation will be stuck at the tenth level of the Martial Path and he will not be able to enter the Xiantian realm unless he eliminates his heart demon.
The Xuantian stepped down from the ring, and the outer sect elder on the watchtower immediately announced the result of this battle: Zhang Long lost, and Bai Zhanhe competed for third or fourth place. Xuantian advanced to the final round, competing with Yang Dingjun for first place.
Zhang Long was beaten to this state, and the outer gate elder did not blame Xuan Tian half a sentence. Although the battle had a great impact on Zhang Long, almost making his heart useless, the sect could not punish the winner for the loser.
Moreover, Xuan Tian is still the person that the Sect Master cares about. Even if he were to cripple Zhang Long in the arena, the outer sect's Hall Master and Elders probably wouldn't take any disciplinary action.
The ninth round of the game was beyond many people's expectations, and the process was even more unexpected. Xuan Tian's reputation rose again, and he reached a level with Yang Dingjun that was hard to distinguish between the two.
The tenth round of the competition is the final round of the ranking tournament, and it's the most epic battle. The title of the number one outer door disciple will be decided between Yang Dingjun, who is almost universally recognized as the strongest among all outer door disciples, and Xuan Tian, a dark horse who has risen to prominence in the ranking tournament with his extraordinary martial arts skills.
The last match in the morning was a fight between Bai Zhanhe and Zhang Long for third and fourth place. Without a doubt, Zhang Long had completely lost his confidence, and he didn't even step onto the stage before admitting defeat to Bai Zhanhe. He had already developed a psychological fear of stepping onto the stage and fighting others.
Zhang Long's performance caused the outer door disciples who followed him to completely lose confidence in him, and they defected to Yang Dingjun or Bai Zhanghe and Xuan Tian's camp.
After lunch, before the final, there was a period of rest time.
Xuántiān was resting in the house when Huángshí suddenly ran in, holding a note in his hand and saying urgently: "Tiān gē, this is a note sent by Niú Zhìgāo."
Xuantian took over the cardboard box, opened it and saw that on top was written: "Huang Tian, you foreign-born bastard, my father has already touched the Threefold Barrier of the Innate Realm, soon he will break through to the Fourth Stage of the Innate Realm. All of you Huang family's foreign-born bastards must die die die die die die!"
"What's up, Tian Ge?"
"Huang Shi had obviously seen the note and hastily said: 'The family is probably in danger.'"
Xuān Tiān crumpled the note and said, "Don't worry, I haven't been home in four years. After the ranking tournament ends, I'll make a trip back to Běi Mò County. If I become the number one outer disciple, I'll receive a reward from the sect. I'll buy some healing pills, and as long as Father or Uncle or Grandfather's injuries are healed and their cultivation is restored, the three families of Niú, Chéng, and Zhāng in Běi Mò County will be nothing but insignificant ants, no need to fear them."
"Huang Shi nodded and said: 'It's a pity, if the cultivation is not up to the seventh level of the Martial Dao realm, one cannot leave the sect. Otherwise, I would also like to go back to my family for a visit, it has been three years since I left home.'"
Xuantian patted Huangshi's shoulder and said, "The medicinal effect of Qihuang grass is quite terrifying. You won't need too long to break through the seventh level. I'll head back first this year, and next year, when your cultivation breaks through the eighth level, I'll teach you a set of sword techniques. If you can achieve a good ranking in the tournament, you can return home with glory."
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