Chapter 118: Repay Hatred with Virtue, Then How to Repay Virtue?

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Repay Hatred with Virtue, Then How to Repay Virtue?

Cheng Jun, an outer disciple at the peak of the Bone Forging Realm, had both his arms shattered by a single punch and was beaten to the brink of death!

Jiang Linkuo, a Marrow Refining Realm expert from the Law Enforcement Hall, threw a punch from a sneak attack he’d been building up... only for Chen Yue to block it with one hand, failing to gain even the slightest advantage!

What the hell kind of monster was this?

Those who had just been mocking Chen Yue for overestimating himself now wore the most spectacular expressions, as if they’d each been viciously slapped across the face.

Liu Wenying stood beside Meng Yu Jin, her already large eyes now bulging like brass bells, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

She stared blankly at the straight and tall figure on the platform, a single thought echoing relentlessly in her mind:

’What kind of Bone Forging Realm is this? What Bone Forging Realm cultivator has this kind of power? I’m in the Bone Forging Realm too, so how come I never knew it could be this strong?’

’Is this guy... really a Loose Cultivator from some remote, backwater town?’

Liu Wenying couldn’t help but recall her own training. To break through a single minor realm, she had trained bitterly day and night and consulted Meng Yu Jin countless times, only to barely reach her current level.

She had always thought of herself as one of the best among those in the Bone Forging Realm. Even if she wasn’t the strongest, she was definitely near the top.

But seeing Chen Yue’s performance now, she suddenly felt her own meager accomplishments were utterly insignificant.

Meng Yu Jin was also stunned. She knew Chen Yue’s Talent was extraordinary; after all, he had cultivated the Panshi Skill to such a degree in just a few short days. His comprehension was beyond doubt.

But she had never imagined that Chen Yue could possess such combat prowess at the Bone Forging Realm.

The Power in that punch, that terrifyingly calm mindset when facing a pincer attack...

’Innate Divine Power? Or was he born with the Talent for Copper Skin Iron Bones?’

She realized she had still underestimated this new Entry Level disciple. Severely underestimated him.

「In the Martial Arts Arena, on the Life and Death Platform.」

Chen Yue stared at Jiang Linkuo, whose expression was shifting between pale and grim. His left hand was clamped around Jiang Linkuo’s right fist like an iron pincer, his five fingers tightening as if to crush the man’s bones.

Jiang Linkuo violently jerked his right fist, trying to break free, but for a moment, he actually couldn’t pull it back!

The strength in Chen Yue’s grip was far beyond his expectations!

Then, Chen Yue abruptly twisted at the waist. An immense force erupted as he swung Jiang Linkuo’s entire body up over his head in a semicircle, like a sack of rags, and slammed him viciously toward the ground on the other side.

Jiang Linkuo’s expression changed drastically. He was in mid-air with nothing to leverage against, his right fist still clamped tight in Chen Yue’s grip and impossible to break free from.

He could only instinctively adjust his posture and pour the Power of his Panshi Skill into his feet, attempting to stabilize himself upon landing and absorb some of the impact.

BOOM!!!

A deafening, muffled crash echoed out, and the entire Life and Death Platform trembled slightly.

Jiang Linkuo’s feet slammed heavily onto the bluestone floor. Stone fragments flew, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions.

Jiang Linkuo barely managed to steady himself, but the force of the slam still left his feet instantly numb and his Qi Blood in turmoil. The flow of Power throughout his body briefly stagnated.

Jiang Linkuo could even feel the bones in the soles of his feet groaning, as if they might snap at any moment.

And in that moment of stagnation, Chen Yue had already stomped a foot toward Jiang Linkuo’s abdomen.

The kick was fast and vicious, carrying a sharp whistle as it tore through the air, looking as if it would kick straight through Jiang Linkuo.

Jiang Linkuo’s face paled. He desperately circulated his Panshi Skill and simultaneously ignited the Secret Technique, the Blood Burning Technique.

Driven by the Secret Technique, the Qi Blood in Jiang Linkuo’s body felt like boiling lava, instantly erupting with power far beyond his normal limits. He forcibly suppressed the numbness in his feet and the turmoil of his Qi Blood.

An unnatural flush appeared on his skin, his veins bulging. Jiang Linkuo violently wrenched his right hand free. His face was a mask of savagery as he kicked back at Chen Yue.

He, Jiang Linkuo, had cultivated his Panshi Skill to the Fourth Layer and was already on the threshold of the Fifth Layer! He also had a Burst Secret Technique like the Blood Burning Technique at his disposal. He refused to believe that he, in a head-on clash, would lose to a Bone Forging Realm cultivator from some backwater!

BANG!!!

With a deafening explosion, Chen Yue’s right foot and Jiang Linkuo’s right leg collided violently.

The sound was like two pieces of steel smashing together, and the resulting gust of wind even made the disciples in the front rows of the audience instinctively narrow their eyes.

The savage look on Jiang Linkuo’s face instantly froze, replaced by an expression of incredulous pain and horror.

His right leg, from the head-on collision with Chen Yue, was now bent at an unnatural angle.

His tibia had snapped, his ankle was dislocated, and his entire leg dangled like a broken twig, held on by only skin and flesh.

The crisp sound of bone breaking was especially piercing in the deathly silent Martial Arts Arena, like a tree trunk being violently snapped in two.

But Chen Yue’s foot, after shattering Jiang Linkuo’s right leg, did not slow down. Like a battering ram carrying immense force, it continued on toward Jiang Linkuo’s body.

"ARGH!"

Jiang Linkuo let out a beast-like roar, a sound filled with unwillingness and despair.

At this moment, it was too late for him to dodge or counter-attack. He could only instinctively cross his arms in front of his chest, trying to block the fatal blow with his last ounce of strength.

The Power of the Panshi Skill surged madly through Jiang Linkuo’s arms, and one could even faintly see a rock-like texture appearing on the surface of his skin.

CRACK!!!

Another series of bone-shattering cracks rang out, dense and muffled, like a bundle of dry twigs snapping one after another.

Jiang Linkuo was kicked completely off his feet. Although his arms hadn’t disintegrated on the spot, they were now a mangled mess of torn skin and bloody flesh, almost completely numb.

As Jiang Linkuo flew through the air, his mind went blank, his expression dazed.

He couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. He subconsciously glanced at his nearly ruined arms, then at his right leg, bent at its grotesque angle. Only a single, absurd, and desperate thought remained in his mind.

’Is this really a Bone Forging Realm cultivator?’

However, Chen Yue gave him no time to think.

The sound of rustling robes cutting through the air suddenly rang out. Chen Yue’s figure appeared at Jiang Linkuo’s side. Many people hadn’t even seen how he moved; it was as if he had been there all along.

Chen Yue’s right foot was raised high, held above his head like a battle-axe. The next instant, carrying unstoppable momentum, it chopped down toward Jiang Linkuo’s body.

The kick was so fast it left an afterimage in the air, and the shriek of it tearing through the atmosphere made the eardrums of the disciples below the stage ache.

Jiang Linkuo’s pupils instantly shrank to pinpricks as he watched helplessly while Chen Yue’s right leg grew closer and closer.

Jiang Linkuo was in mid-air with no leverage. It was too late to even try to twist his body away!

But his survival instinct made him raise his mangled, nearly numb arms to block in front of him once more.

BOOM!!!

A muffled explosion, even deeper than the last, rang out. The sound was so loud that the disciples standing closest to the platform couldn’t help but take a step back.

Jiang Linkuo’s entire body was nearly folded in half in mid-air, the crisp snap of his spine clearly audible.

Like a meteor, Jiang Linkuo was viciously smashed into the Martial Arts Arena floor by Chen Yue’s kick. The bluestone ground cracked with a roar as debris flew and spiderweb-like fissures spread in all directions.

A large mouthful of bloody mist, mixed with fragments of internal organs, sprayed violently from Jiang Linkuo’s mouth, filling the air with the thick smell of iron.

His body twitched violently a few times on the bluestone floor. He stared intently at Chen Yue, his eyes filled with disbelief, unwillingness, and terror.

Jiang Linkuo’s lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he could only spit out more bloody froth.

His vision began to blur, his consciousness started to fade. He was breathing out more than he was breathing in.

On the Life and Death Platform, only Chen Yue remained, standing proud and alone.

Not far away, Cheng Jun, who had been staring intently at the battle, saw Jiang Linkuo get kicked out of the air by Chen Yue and smash into the ground like a dead dog. At that moment, the last, faint glimmer of hope in his heart was utterly extinguished.

He lost the last of his strength to support his body. His head, which he had been struggling to hold up, slammed heavily onto the cold bluestone floor with a dull thud.

Cheng Jun’s eyes were filled with nothing but confusion and despair.

He couldn’t understand why a Loose Cultivator who had fled from some small place, a Bone Forging Realm cultivator who had just entered the sect ten days ago, could defeat a Marrow Refining Realm expert from the Law Enforcement Hall—plus a Bone Forging Realm disciple like himself—in such a devastatingly one-sided fashion.

Cheng Jun suddenly recalled what Chen Yue had said before: Don’t bother me again, and don’t involve me with the Mutual Aid Association.

At the time, Cheng Jun had thought it was the biggest joke. On what grounds could a Bone Forging Realm Loose Cultivator negotiate terms with the Mutual Aid Association?

But now he understood. It wasn’t a joke.

The entire Martial Arts Arena fell into a strange silence.

It wasn’t a peaceful quiet, but the stunned stillness that comes after being shocked into speechlessness.

Among the hundreds of spectating disciples, not a single one made a sound. There was only the howl of the mountain wind sweeping over the Martial Arts Arena.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the tall, straight figure on the Life and Death Platform.

Jiang Linkuo was completely dead.

His body lay in a twisted posture on the fractured bluestone ground, spine broken, arms a bloody pulp, right leg bent at a grotesque angle. Beneath him, a pool of dark red blood was steadily growing.

His eyes were still open, his pupils dilated and unfocused, but they still held a remnant of terror and disbelief.

Chen Yue stood beside Jiang Linkuo’s corpse and glanced down at him, his gaze as calm as still water.

Then, he slowly turned, his gaze traveling several dozen feet to land on Cheng Jun, who was lying prone on the ground not far away.

Cheng Jun wasn’t dead yet.

Both of his arms were shattered, his chest was caved in, countless ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged, but he was still alive.

He lay in a pool of blood, using the last of his strength to draw ragged breaths, each one accompanied by a gush of bloody foam from his mouth and nose. Then, Cheng Jun heard footsteps, coming toward him one step at a time.

Cheng Jun’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He knew he was going to die. The moment he stepped onto the Life and Death Platform, he should have been prepared for this.

But when death truly drew near, when the sound of those footsteps hammered against his heart, he found he couldn’t face it calmly at all.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but only garbled, airy sounds came from his throat. He couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

"Junior Brother Chen, where you can forgive, you should forgive!"

A voice suddenly rang out from outside the Martial Arts Arena. It wasn’t loud, yet it clearly cut through the sound of the wind and all the whispers.

"You’ve already won, and beautifully at that. Since that’s the case, there’s no need to deliver a killing blow to a fellow disciple. One death is enough."

Chen Yue’s footsteps paused. He slowly raised his head and looked toward the source of the voice.