Hearing Hu Yun’s words, the other six finalists among whom there were Duan Jin and Cui Bo, and the disciples surrounding the arena, sneered at Hu Yun; a few of them thought while the others shouted out.
Hu Yun you bastard! Because of you, I got into trouble with the sect master, and he cut off all the benefits I was receiving! Now I am just like any other disciple! I was so pissed off to find out that Su Jun didn’t do anything to you when he won the fight against you, Kang Wu and Geng Xia. I hope Su Jun cripples you or even kills you, Duan Jin thought while glaring at Hu Yun.
Su Jun crippled my brother, in a single punch! What makes you think, you won’t end up the same way as him?! Cui Bo thought as he continued looking at Hu Yun with a sneering expression on his face.
“Su Jun has crippled Cui Ba, a rank 4 martial mortal in a single punch, why do you think you will be any different!” a male disciple shouted out.
“Yeah, that’s right,” a second male disciple shouted out; then even more shouted out the same words immediately after.
“You are over your head, Hu Yun!” third male disciple shouted out.
“Surrender! I want to see Su Jun fight someone strong!” fourth male disciple shouted out.
“Yeah!” a unified shout of many disciples, males and females sounded; it was followed with many shouts filled with an agreement.
“Yeah!” a first female disciple shouted out.
“Get off the stage!” a second male disciple shouted out.
“Get down!” a third male disciple shouted out.
“Go down!” a second female disciple shouted out.
“Scram off the stage!” a fourth male disciple shouted out.
“You already lost to him once, go down!” a fifth male disciple shouted out.
Hu Yun snapped his head back, “Shut up!” he shouted and moved his head back to Su Jun.
“You should listen to them,” Su Jun said with a slight smile on his face.
Hu Yun frowned, “You bastard! I am going to kill you!” he shouted.
Duan Ri moved his eyes across the other six finalists, “You six get off the arena,” he said calmly; then moved his eyes to the disciples that surrounded the arena, “An you all pipe down!” he said in a loud domineering voice; the disciples surrounding the arena, all closed their mouths, not daring to let out a single sound. The six other finalists glanced at each other and all got down from the arena.
Duan Ri moved his eyes from Su Jun to Hu Yun and then to Su Jun again, “You two can begin!”
The moment Duan Ri’s words fell, Hu Yun activated his movement skill and moved as he shouted out, “Die you bastard!”
He is so slow, Su Jun thought, seeing Hu Yun move towards him. Hu Yun appeared in front of Su Jun and punched, shouting, “Dragon descends the mountain!”
I shouldn’t kill or cripple him, using all my strength is a no. A quarter of my strength should be enough, Su Jun thought and punched.
BAM! The two fists collided with one another; Hu Yun’s martial skill was destroyed and he was slightly pushed back. Hu Yun’s eyes widened in shock, “What?!” he shouted out.
Cui Bo frowned, What was that supposed to be? Why is he holding back? The punch my brother and I received was much stronger than that!
Duan Jin frowned, that punch—it's as strong as mine.
The disciples surrounding the arena looked at each other confused as they all expected Hu Yun to be defeated, crippled or killed in a single punch; they mumbled between one another.
“What’s going on?” a first male disciple said
“Why isn’t Hu Yun on the ground?” a second male disciple said.
“I don’t know…” a third male disciple mumbled.
Duan Ri nodded his head, his regular punch when he fought against Hu Yun, Geng Xia and Kang Wu before was at the level of a rank 5 martial mortal. It is now at the level of a rank 6 martial mortal. That’s an improvement. But it’s a very mild one.
Duan Xi furrowed her eyebrows, he is clearly holding back. When he fought against Cui Ba his punch was at the strength of a very strong rank 9 martial mortal.
Hu Yun approached Su Jun with a movement skill again and punched, shouting, “Dragon descends the mountain!”
I can use more strength, I will use half this time, Su Jun thought as he punched, meeting Hu Yun’s fist with his, once more.
BAM! Two fists collided; Hu Yun’s martial skill was destroyed and he was sent flying out of the arena while coughing out blood.
The surroundings disciples gasped and widened their eyes while gulping down their salivas’.
Duan Ri widened his eyes from shock, “What?!” he couldn’t help but mumble then think, that punch… It was of the strength of a rank 8 martial mortal.
Duan Jin’s face paled, “What the hell?!” he couldn’t help but shout out from shock.
Cui Bo nodded his head, not shocked or surprised, That’s better, but it’s still far from the punch he used against my brother and me… Thinking about it, it is a miracle that I wasn’t crippled… I won’t challenge him, he moved his head looking at the other six finalists, I wonder if anyone of them will… He spotted the expressions on their faces, no, judging from their expressions they won’t.
The other finalists wore dumbfounded expressions on their pale faces; only one thought went through their heads, I have no chance against him!
Hu Yun landed outside of the arena, near the feet of a few disciples. He coughed out a few more mouthfuls of blood and raised his eyes, looking up at the arena and glaring at Su Jun. But before, he could open his mouth to speak, he coughed out a few more mouthfuls of blood instead, during which Duan Ri announced, “Winner, Su Jun!”
“No! I didn’t lose yet!” Hu Yun shouted out as he wobbled up on his feet.