LIGHTNOVELONLINE Fist Fight [1]
“Sure.” Ling Xuan agreed and darted forward, his body a blur as he charged at Feng Mingyu. His movements were fluid, each step perfectly balanced as he closed the distance between them with remarkable speed.
BANG
Feng Mingyu, unfazed by the approaching figure, launched his counterattack with a confident smirk on his face. He shifted his weight, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and with a swift motion, he unleashed his technique.
Thunder Law Martial Technique - Hale Tiger!
Feng Mingyu's punch didn't just hit the air; it seemed to carve through it. The force of his attack was so immense that it created a visible shockwave, the air itself becoming a weapon. The gale roared toward Ling Xuan like an enraged beast, trees around the training grounds rustling violently in response.
“Nice!” Ling Xuan grinned, his eyes flashing with excitement. He could feel the raw power in Feng Mingyu's technique, but he was undeterred. He dodged the attack with a swift sidestep, his body moving with the grace of a dancer, and retaliated with his own technique.
Qi Martial Attack - Hidden Serpent Pill!
Ling Xuan's fist shot forward, enveloped in a shimmering aura that twisted and coiled like a serpent. The energy around his fist hissed and crackled, creating the illusion of a snake poised to strike. The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly from the sheer force of his movement, a testament to his power.
Feng Mingyu’s eyes narrowed at the incoming attack. He shifted his stance with practiced ease, a calm expression on his face. His body seemed to flow like water, each movement precise and controlled, as he prepared to counter.
“What is he planning?” Ling Xuan wondered, his mind racing as his attack collided with Feng Mingyu’s defenses.
BANG
A muffled sound echoed across the training grounds, the impact resonating through the air.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Feng Mingyu asked, his voice dripping with confidence. He had caught Ling Xuan’s fist in his hand, stopping the attack cold. His grip was like iron, unyielding and powerful.
Ling Xuan didn’t panic. Instead, he delivered another punch, aiming straight for Feng Mingyu’s face, his movements fluid and relentless.
Self-Created Technique - Potential Transmutation Art!
BOOM
The force of the punch made Feng Mingyu’s grip falter, a shockwave radiating out from the point of impact. Ling Xuan quickly pulled back, retreating a few meters with a graceful leap. Dust and debris were kicked up around them, swirling in the air.
“That punch was something else.” Feng Mingyu smiled wryly, rubbing the rapidly bruising spot on his face. The skin there was already turning a deep shade of blue, a testament to Ling Xuan's strength.
“Thanks.” Ling Xuan shrugged, his eyes scanning the ground for something. His breathing was steady, but there was a fire in his eyes, a determination that was impossible to miss.
“Looking for this?” Feng Mingyu tossed a staff towards Ling Xuan, who caught it with ease. The metal staff gleamed in the sunlight, its surface engraved with intricate patterns that seemed to glow faintly.
“I want my opponent to be at their strongest when I fight them,” Feng Mingyu declared, his voice filled with a sense of honor. His stance was firm, exuding confidence and readiness.
“Neat.” Ling Xuan’s response was curt, and he immediately lunged at Feng Mingyu again, his movements a blur of speed and precision.
Ling Clan Martial Technique - Crimson Barrage!
Ling Xuan’s attack was relentless, a series of rapid jabs that seemed to come from all directions at once. Each punch left trails of crimson energy in the air, creating the illusion of a storm of red lightning. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered under the force of his onslaught.
“Very well, let’s continue!” Feng Mingyu responded with enthusiasm, his own technique at the ready. His eyes sparkled with excitement, his body tense and ready for the challenge.
Thunder Law Martial Technique - Lightning Rain!
A flurry of punches erupted from Feng Mingyu, each one crackling with electric energy. The air around his fists shimmered and sparked, creating the illusion of a torrential downpour of lightning. Each punch was precise, powerful, and unyielding, a testament to his mastery of the technique.
Ling Xuan's jabs met this relentless assault head-on, the impacts resonating loudly like claps of thunder. The energy from their clashes crackled and sparked, illuminating the training grounds with bursts of light.
BANG
BANG
BANG
The sound of their fierce exchange drew the attention of everyone nearby, including the sect’s Elders, who had been observing the commotion from a distance.
“What’s happening on the grounds now?” one Elder asked, his curiosity piqued.
“It seems like a newbie is sparring with Feng Mingyu!” another replied, his tone a mix of surprise and intrigue.
“What? A newbie can actually rival Feng Mingyu?”
“I think it’s that Ling Xuan. After all, in our sect’s long history, not many become Legacy Inheritors upon their arrival.”
“You may be right. Come, let’s watch. It should be interesting.”
“Sure, let’s go.” The Elders began making their way to the training grounds, their robes billowing as they moved swiftly.
BANG
BANG
BANG
The rapid exchange of moves continued, but the tide of the battle was beginning to shift. Where once they seemed evenly matched, Ling Xuan was now visibly weakening. Sweat dripped down his face, his breaths coming in shorter, sharper bursts.
His metal staff, thought unbreakable in his hands, showed cracks under the strain. Each strike he landed on Feng Mingyu seemed to sap more of his energy, the toll of the battle becoming increasingly evident. Meanwhile, Feng Mingyu’s energy remained undiminished, his attacks as fierce and relentless as ever. The outcome was becoming clear to the onlookers.
“That Ling Xuan is truly remarkable. He managed to hold his own against Feng Mingyu despite his weaker cultivation method. Once he recultivates, who knows how powerful he might become,” one Elder commented, his tone filled with genuine admiration.
“Senior Brother Ling Xuan is so powerful! Even without mastering any Thunder Law techniques, he can almost rival Feng Mingyu!” a new disciple spoke with awe, his eyes wide with admiration.
“In this sect, where the strong prey on the weak, the only way to survive is to stay close to Senior Brother Ling Xuan!” another disciple remarked, his voice filled with determination.
“How much longer will this battle last?” asked a senior disciple who hadn’t participated in the earlier 'Newbie Execution' and was unscathed by Ling Xuan.
“About two more minutes, I think. Ling Xuan is growing fatigued,” observed a keen-eyed individual, his gaze sharp and analytical.
“Seems like it,” another mumbled, eyes still glued to the intense bout, captivated by the display of skill and power.
Meanwhile, high in the tower, Lei Tei watched the battle unfold, his expression unreadable.
“Sect Master, why did you let Little Feng fight Ling Xuan?” a voice asked from behind Lei Tei, its tone respectful and curious.
“I wanted to see what was so promising about the boy, but it looks like I was mistaken. Perhaps there’s another reason,” Lei Tei sighed, his disappointment evident, though his eyes remained on the match. The air around him seemed to crackle with tension, a reflection of his inner turmoil.
The voice fell silent, and an uneasy quiet settled over the room, the only sound being the distant clash of the ongoing battle.
“Let’s see how much longer you can last,” Lei Tei thought to himself, his gaze fixed on the struggling Ling Xuan, a mix of curiosity and scepticism in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly, his interest piqued despite his earlier disappointment.