Chapter 71: How Dare You Kill Me?

The name Jun Wushuang was a stain upon the Royal Martial Arts Academy—an utter disgrace.

The crowd surged, gathering quickly.

“So that’s Jun Wushuang? Merely at the eighth stage of the Myriad Forms Realm, not even on par with the Profound-level students, and he dares boastfully challenge our Royal Martial Arts Academy?”

“Only a country bumpkin would attend a trashy place like Qingyun Martial Academy. If not for the Order of the Southern Defender, he wouldn’t have survived this long!”

“I heard he made wild claims, vowing to wipe out the Nangong clan within a year. He must be mad!”

Many had heard Jun Wushuang’s name echo like thunder, but this was their first time seeing him.

Now that they saw him: ordinary strength, ordinary looks, ordinary background.

Anyone plucked from the street would be stronger than him.

Such a person was unworthy of being their opponent, even less worthy of their attention.

Without the Order of the Southern Defender, any one of them could crush Jun Wushuang with ease.

Faced with their mocking jeers, Jun Wushuang remained calm, unprovoked.

But those gathered were merely Yellow-level students, not a single instructor among them.

“So, they want to give me a taste of their power,” Jun Wushuang thought, his eyes narrowing as he guessed the academy’s intentions.

“Step aside! Let me see what makes this Jun Wushuang so formidable, daring to come here and provoke us!” a brash voice rang out.

The crowd parted and a youth in yellow robes strode forward.

He had a hawk-like nose and a cold, sinister countenance—a hint of resemblance to Dongfang Wuji of the Dongfang clan.

This was Dongfang Xuan Ying, the third young master of the Dongfang clan and a Yellow-level student at the Royal Martial Arts Academy.

Dongfang Xuan Ying’s talent was average, his strength only at the ninth stage of the Myriad Forms Realm.

Yet, backed by the Dongfang clan, he acted with impunity—arrogant and domineering.

Today, he had come with a mission.

“So, you are Jun Wushuang?” Dongfang Xuan Ying deliberately stepped close to Jun Wushuang, grinning viciously, his arrogance boundless.

“Are you a dog of the Nangong clan, or a dog of the Dongfang clan?”

Jun Wushuang replied evenly.

A clumsy attempt at provocation.

There was certainly someone behind Dongfang Xuan Ying—either the Dongfang clan or the Nangong clan.

“What? You dare call me a dog?” Dongfang Xuan Ying erupted in fury, itching to slap Jun Wushuang dead.

But he hesitated because of the Order of the Southern Defender.

“If you’re not a dog, why do you bark here?” Jun Wushuang retorted, turning the provocation back.

Sure enough, Dongfang Xuan Ying, lacking in self-control, was completely enraged after just two exchanges.

“Country bumpkin! What are you, daring to insult me?”

“I am, after all, the third young master of the Dongfang clan—noble in status and exalted in position. And you? Only managed to trick your way into the Order of the Southern Defender by groveling!”

“In my eyes, you’re the dog of the Southern Defender King—a loyal hound!” Dongfang Xuan Ying roared, his eyes blazing with rage.

Crack!

Before Dongfang Xuan Ying could react, Jun Wushuang’s figure flashed and slapped him across the face.

Blood trickled from Dongfang Xuan Ying’s mouth and nose, his teeth knocked loose.

“So what if I call you a dog?” Jun Wushuang sneered coldly.

“You dare hit me?” Dongfang Xuan Ying was stunned.

He hadn’t expected Jun Wushuang, alone and outnumbered, to strike him so boldly in front of everyone.

Such audacity! Such arrogance!

Crack!

Jun Wushuang slapped him again.

“So what if I hit you?”

Crack!

“You’re just a dog—why shouldn’t I?”

Crack!

“The Nangong clan produces scum, and does your Dongfang clan only produce fools?”

Crack!

“You dare bark before me?”

With every sentence, Jun Wushuang delivered a slap.

Dongfang Xuan Ying staggered back, dazed and battered.

His once arrogant face quickly swelled and bled, shocking to behold.

The crowd was dumbfounded.

None had expected Jun Wushuang to storm into the Royal Martial Arts Academy alone and assault someone publicly.

Moreover, he struck the third young master of the Dongfang clan.

He had already offended the Nangong clan—did he now intend to offend the Dongfang clan as well?

Dongfang Xuan Ying was stupefied.

His heart was filled with pain, resentment, helplessness, and burning fury.

He desperately wanted to retaliate.

But Jun Wushuang’s hands were swift and fierce.

One slap after another rained down, like a raging storm, leaving Dongfang Xuan Ying helpless, able only to endure the blows.

Crack!

Finally, Dongfang Xuan Ying’s face was battered into a grotesque, swollen mask—utterly unrecognizable, his former arrogance vanished.

“Ah! Jun Wushuang, you dare hit me—I’ll kill you!” Dongfang Xuan Ying finally regained his senses, unleashing a furious roar, his eyes wild with rage.

He had never suffered such humiliation.

Now, he cared nothing for the Order of the Southern Defender, nor for his mission.

His mind was consumed by one thought.

Kill Jun Wushuang!

Swish!

Dongfang Xuan Ying reached out, slipping on a pair of steel claws.

“Profound-level Advanced Martial Skill: Soaring Hawk’s Rending Strike!”

Boom!

All the spiritual energy of his ninth stage Myriad Forms Realm exploded, forming a hundred-foot-tall spirit hawk behind him.

In the next instant, Dongfang Xuan Ying charged forward, his claws razor-sharp, capable of shattering gold and slicing iron.

The massive spirit hawk swooped down like a predator, aiming to kill with a single blow.

Dongfang Xuan Ying’s talent was average, but with ample resources, his strength surpassed ordinary martial artists.

Now, attacking in rage, even a Divine Sea Realm expert would struggle to withstand his strike.

“Great Strength Bull Demon Fist!”

Facing Dongfang Xuan Ying’s enraged attack, Jun Wushuang stood unafraid, clenched his right fist, and punched forward.

His fist crashed like a landslide!

Momentum surged like a rainbow!

As his fist struck, it was as if a towering ancient Bull Demon charged forth, trampling mountains and rivers, shattering the world.

The spirit hawk collided with the ancient Bull Demon and emitted a mournful cry as it broke apart.

Boom!

Fist and claw met in a thunderous clash.

A torrent of force erupted from Jun Wushuang’s fist.

Dongfang Xuan Ying’s steel claw shattered instantly, his sleeve ripped apart with a crack.

Bones in his fingers and arm fractured instantly, blood and flesh mangled.

Dongfang Xuan Ying was thrown backward, crashing heavily to the ground, shrieking in agony.

With a single punch, Dongfang Xuan Ying’s right hand was ruined.

The outcome left the surrounding crowd stunned, unable to believe it.

Dongfang Xuan Ying, ninth stage of the Myriad Forms Realm.

Defeated by Jun Wushuang, who was only at the eighth stage.

How could this be?

“Jun Wushuang, you bastard born of a bitch, if you have the guts, kill me now!”

“If you don’t finish me today, tomorrow I’ll slaughter your entire family!”

“I’ll make sure you pay a bloody price!”

Dongfang Xuan Ying raged, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jun Wushuang, hatred overflowing.

Swish!

As his words ended, a blood-red blade flashed before his eyes.

Sharp and merciless.

Thud!

Dongfang Xuan Ying’s body stiffened.

His swollen head slid from his neck, blood spurting in torrents.

He died staring at Jun Wushuang, eyes filled with disbelief.

How dare you kill me?