Chapter 0543: Power of the Mystic Body

Chapter 0543: The Might of the Mystical Body

"All of you are provisional disciples who cleared the trials. If Qin Yun can defeat you, it naturally means he has passed as well. You might have to fight alongside each other in the future, so use this chance to spar and get to know one another."

Chu Binyu patted Qin Yun on the shoulder and boomed with laughter.

"Why would I waste time on you? Are you going to give me a Dao Artifact? If not, forget it!" A short-haired youth in yellow robes glanced coldly at Qin Yun, his face twisted in scorn.

The people here were all young disciples who, in their own families or sects, ranked among the strongest at the Ninth Layer Martial Path.

They were young, brash, and full of themselves.

These individuals also had a rebellious streak.

Especially because Qin Yun was so famous, they were all unwilling to acknowledge him.

Some even harbored deep prejudice against Qin Yun out of sheer jealousy for his reputation.

Qin Yun had seen plenty of people like this before.

For such types, a solid thrashing usually straightened them out.

"Can I offer Dao Artifacts to you? What will you offer me in return?" Qin Yun deadpanned.

"The fact that I’m willing to fight you is already doing you a favor. And you still expect me to give you something? Keep dreaming!"

The yellow-robed youth cocked an eyebrow and sneered arrogantly.

Another youth standing nearby also mocked, "If you don’t use weapons, you’d better just go take the assessment honestly. Against us, you stand no chance of winning!"

"Without swords or blades, your Bladepeak Villa is nothing but weaklings! How could you possibly be our match?"

"The peerless mad fists of my Mad Fist Sect can rival mystical weapons and Dao Artifacts! And we’ve always spit on weapon-dependent weaklings!" The yellow-robed youth’s eyes blazed with contempt as he looked at Qin Yun and the others.

His words were highly offensive, as many present did use weapons.

"Very well. Since you’re doing me such a favor, I’ll humor you. If you win, I’ll give you a Dao Artifact!" Qin Yun smiled. "Since you dislike weapons, I’ll give you Dao Artifact armor instead."

"Good! If you go back on your word, you’ll become an enemy of our Mad Fist Sect, and we’ll hunt you down!"

The yellow-robed youth sneered, rubbing his reddened fists as he began gathering his strength.

The crowd scrambled back, and the barrier in the center activated.

"Huang Canyuan, don’t break him! We still need to fight him afterward to get his Dao Artifacts!"

"Right, just knock him down!"

"A showoff like Qin Yun deserves to be taken down a peg, one after another!"

"The Long and Yang families have close ties with our sect. Since he’s against them, he’s also our sect’s enemy!"

"That Dao Artifact of his holds a Yang family Martial Lord captive. We must beat him until he releases that Martial Lord!"

At this moment, several young disciples jeered as they formed a line, preparing to take turns attacking Qin Yun.

Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan seethed but held their tongues, as they knew exactly what Qin Yun was capable of.

Qin Yun looked at Huang Canyuan and said, "You get the first move."

"Qin Yun, take off your shirt! For all we know, you could be wearing armor!" Huang Canyuan barked in a commanding tone.

Qin Yun suppressed his anger and slowly removed his shirt.

He figured some of the two hundred temporary disciples must belong to the Yang and Long families.

Otherwise, Huang Canyuan wouldn’t be sucking up to them so hard.

This was all about winning over the Yang and Long family disciples and building good relations with them.

Compared to the Blade and Sword Manor, they believed the Yang and Long families were stronger, so naturally, they sought their favor.

Huang Canyuan smirked when he saw Qin Yun unarmed and unarmored, "You mutt, I’ll put you in the dirt! I’ll avenge the dead members of the Long and Yang families!"

"So you’re the Yang and Long families’ attack dog?" Qin Yun asked coldly.

"Qin Yun, you got a death wish? I’ll shut that mouth for good!"

As Huang Canyuan spoke, Dao Force erupted from his fists with a thunderous roar.

"No insult—just facts," Qin Yun didn’t channel any power, merely watching Huang Canyuan indifferently.

"Qin Yun, you’re nothing but a mangy cur," Huang Canyuan glanced at Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan, laughing loudly, "Hanging with two sluts—guess you’re the top dog!"

Her aura turned frostbitten with rage, Tian Ruoleng wished she could rush over and kill Huang Canyuan.

"Qin Yun, you filthy dog, time to put you in your place!" Huang Canyuan lunged at him like a raging bull.

"The Supreme Mad Fist is a high-tier Earth-grade combat technique! Huang Canyuan has mastered it to perfection—his fists strike like a storm!"

"Qin Yun won’t last one punch!"

Grinning to himself as he saw Qin Yun not dodging and full of openings, Huang Canyuan sent a shockwave blasting outward with a fierce punch aimed at Qin Yun’s abdomen!

Boom!

The fist landed on Qin Yun’s stomach, unleashing a violent shockwave!

Yet, Qin Yun stood motionless, didn’t even blink.

His exposed chest proved he wore no Dao Artifact armor.

But Huang Canyuan’s full-powered punch couldn’t even budge him.

"Is this the power of the Supreme Mad Fist? Real impressive!" Qin Yun’s voice was calm, but to everyone else, it dripped with mockery.

"Just die already!" Huang Canyuan unloaded a flurry of blows, relentlessly attacking Qin Yun’s abdomen.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Qin Yun didn’t budge an inch under the assault.

Now Qin Yun felt the true power of his Sky Lion Mystic Body.

Even a Ninth Layer Martial Path warrior’s fists were useless against such a body.

Thanks to fusing the Tremor Martial Soul, Thunderfire Martial Soul, and two Dao Pills, his Sky Lion Mystic Body had become nearly impenetrable.

Nothing was getting through that defense!

There was no need to activate the Hunyuan Dao Force for self-defense.

"Qin Yun, I'll castrate you!" Huang Canyuan roared furiously, pulling out a dagger and stabbing toward Qin Yun's crotch.

Qin Yun struck like lightning, delivering a powerful kick to Huang Canyuan's abdomen!

That kick carried the combined force of vibration and white-hot thunder-fire!

This was the power of Qin Yun's physique—his attacks naturally unleashed Hunyuan Dao Force in an instant.

Coupled with the might of his Sky Lion bloodline, it was downright terrifying.

After being kicked by Qin Yun, Huang Canyuan crashed into the barrier, vomiting a mouthful of blood!

Qin Yun darted to Huang Canyuan's side and stomped on his face: "Weren’t you having fun trash-talking me?"

"Help! He’s gonna kill me!"

Huang Canyuan was now terrified to the extreme, having just experienced Qin Yun's sheer brutality.

The barrier suddenly dissipated, and a burly youth clad in golden robes strode in, coldly declaring, "Qin Yun, I am a disciple of the Long family. Let me put you in your place!"

With that, the Long family youth charged forward, winding up for a slap at Qin Yun.

Though Qin Yun wasn’t afraid of the strike, being slapped in the face—even if it didn’t hurt—wasn’t happening, so he swiftly dodged.

Huang Canyuan, whose face had just been stomped on by Qin Yun, was in searing agony as waves of thunder-fire scorched his skin.

"Brother Long, thank you for saving me! From now on, I, Huang Canyuan, am yours!" Huang Canyuan bawled his thanks, immediately kowtowing to the Long family youth.

"What a loser..." Qin Yun couldn't help but laugh.

Huang Canyuan had never expected Qin Yun to be so terrifying—he had thought he was about to be killed.

Now that the Long family had intervened to save him, he was naturally kissing their asses, especially since he had always sought to curry favor with them.

"What a bootlicker!" Yue Wulan snorted coldly.

"How could someone like this become a temporary disciple?" Tian Ruoleng rolled her eyes.

The burly Long family youth sneered, "Qin Yun, it seems you’ve cultivated the dragon blood! But only we of the Long family know how to wield it properly! A worthless punk like you doesn’t deserve the dragon blood! Today, I’ll show you the true terror of a dragon-blooded warrior!"

As the barrier lifted, the Long family youth lunged at Qin Yun, his energy howling like a dragon’s cry. His raised palm condensed golden Hunyuan Dao Force, forming a mighty dragon’s head!

"Skyrending Dragon Dance!"

The Long family youth struck with his palm, a furious dragon’s roar accompanying the attack, its momentum like a leviathan churning the ocean—utterly terrifying.

The temporary disciples watching lost their shit, admiration, and amazement!

They all gazed at the Long family disciple with reverence!

This strike was aimed at Qin Yun’s face!

But just as it was about to land, Qin Yun suddenly snatched the wrist mid-air!

That hand, surging with Hunyuan Dao Force, looked every bit a dragon’s talon, brimming with overwhelming power—yet Qin Yun casually caught it with a single grip!

"Dragon-blooded warrior? Is that all?" Qin Yun wrenched hard, channeling a surge of white-hot thunder-fire into the arm.

Pop! Pop! Pop!...

A series of explosive sounds rang out, as if firecrackers were detonating inside the arm of the youth from the Long family!

"Ah—"

The Long family youth screamed in agony as his arm was riddled with bloody holes.

The middle-aged man in blue dropped the barrier and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Next challenger who refuses to accept Qin Yun, please enter for the duel!" said the middle-aged man in blue, scanning the waiting crowd. "You all waiting your turn to fight?"

At this moment, more than two hundred temporary disciples had no choice but to acknowledge Qin Yun's overwhelming strength!

Even the Long family disciple, who was so fearsome, had been taken down easily by Qin Yun with just a few strikes.

"Qin Yun has gotten even stronger!" Jian Mang suddenly remarked.

"Indeed, could it be due to the Dragon Bloodline?" Tian Ruoleng nodded in agreement.

"This guy might even be able to defeat a Spirit Martial Realm opponent barehanded!" Chu Binyu said with a small smile.

The few youths who had been waiting in line now looked both embarrassed and terrified, quickly retreating to the sides, not daring to approach the center of the fighting area.

"Now, is there anyone else who refuses to accept Qin Yun?" Chu Binyu called out.

Silence.

"Tian Ruoleng and Yue Wulan also became temporary disciples without passing the test. If any of you refuse to accept them, speak up now!" Chu Binyu shouted again.