The Prodigies War

In the center of the campground, a large area was cleared for Lin Xun and Xiao Kun, who were already standing opposite each other.

Students from the 39th Campground as well as other campgrounds fixed their eyes on the two.

The atmosphere was as tense as the string of a bow that had been drawn back.

Many people had full confidence in Xiao Kun. He was at the ninth layer True Martial Stage and already had the opportunity to break through to the Spirit Dipper Stage a few years ago. Furthermore, he was from the ancient Xiao Clan and had mastered a secret ancestral cultivation art.

In contrast, most people likely wouldn’t have heard of Lin Xun if he hadn’t achieved first place in the quarterly assessment.

More and more people were convinced that Lin Xun had cheated to get first place in the quarterly assessment. After all, he was only at the eighth layer True Martial Stage and was from an ordinary background.

The battle between Xiao Kun and Lin Xun might be able to confirm the truth!

Hu—

As Xiao Kun stood proudly in the battlefield, a terrifying storm of aeth power swept over his body, whipping his gray hair about. A contemptuous look came to his sharp eagle-like eyes.

Many people’s expressions changed. What a powerful imposing bearing!

Even Shi Yu, Ning Meng, and the others couldn’t help but assume a solemn expression. Xiao Kun was worthy of his reputation based on his bearing alone.

“I already suppressed you based on cultivation level. So, for fairness, I will let you attack first.” Xiao Kun said indifferently, his eyes flashing like lightning and his imposing aura soaring to the sky.

“Then, I’ll take your offer.” Lin Xun smiled. He slammed his toe into the ground and charged toward Xiao Kun like an arrow released from the bowstring.

Boom!

Lin Xun balled his hand into a fist and simply slammed it forward. It split the air and set off a torrent of terrifying lightning-like aeth power.

It was obvious when an expert made a move. The punch exhibited vast, boundless courage and spirit that seemed capable of swallowing even a giant abyss.

“Ohl, it’s the Tiger Roar Echoing in the Mountain Forest of the Marching Army Fist. But from the looks of it, Lin Xun has reached the Perfect Realm in this art!” someone exclaimed.

“Hmph, the Marching Army Fist is just a basic fist art but he dares to use it to deal with Xiao Kun. He’s so arrogant,” remarked someone disdainfully.

“You're quite adept, but this fist art won’t be enough!” Xiao Kun said indifferently as he folded his fingertips inwards to form a drill-like fist. Then he swung his arm and fiercely blasted his fist forward.

Hu—

A storm of aeth power suddenly formed around his drill-like fist as it tore through the air and produced shrill ghost-like howling.

Howling Wind Killing Fist—Storm Kill!

Many people’s eyes widened with astonishment. It was the Xiao Clan’s ancestral secret art: a unique but terrifying fist art. The fist howled like wind and destroyed the universe!

Storm Kill was akin to a storm gathering in a fist. The power it contained was unimaginably tyrannical.

Rumble—

The two fists collided, producing a deafening boom. Wind beated and whirled up sand and gravel within dozens of feet. A huge cloud of dust rose into the air.

Lin Xun drew back three steps, narrowing his eyes. This guy isn’t ordinary! Caught off guard, Lin Xun almost suffered a loss from the killing fist attack.

“If you only have this little strength, you better admit defeat soon.” Xiao Kun’s figure was like a spear in the distance, exuding a threatening, fierce self-confidence.

Many people burst into cheers and applause. He was blasted away with one punch. With his skills, how can he be first in the quarterly assessment?

He must have cheated in the quarterly assessment!

Ning Meng and Shi Yu both frowned with worry. Based on that attack alone, Lin Xun indeed seemed weaker than Xiao Kun.

Qi Can, Mou Lengxin, and others were conflicted. If Lin Xun lost the battle, not only Lin Xun would lose face, but the reputation of the 39th Campground would be affected. They didn’t want that to happen.

If Lin Xun won, they also wouldn’t be happy. It couldn’t be helped. They still had a deep grudge against Lin Xun.

Therefore, it was inevitable that they felt conflicted about the battle.

“The battle has only just started yet you are already so confident. It won’t look good if you lose.” Lin Xun drew a deep breath and chuckled.

“Is that right? I look forward to defeating you. Unfortunately, I don’t see any hope in you.” Xiao Kun said indifferently.

Boom!

Lin Xun no longer wasted time in saying anything. He just charged forward and he was still performing the Marching Army Fist. His moves were grand, simple, and direct.

It was a basic fist art that everyone was familiar with, but in Lin Xun’s hand, it seemed capable of swallowing mountains and rivers and destroying everything in the way.

However, Xiao Kun wasn’t inferior in the slightest, and perhaps, he was even more eye-catching than Lin Xun. The power of his Howling Wind Killing Fist was extremely sharp and had a terrifying tearing force. It was like a storm wreaking havoc and it was superior to the Marching Army Fist in both power and technique.

Rumble—

The two were locked in a fierce battle. Fists howled and whistled and shook the surroundings like lightning. Rock fragments rolled and swept everywhere and it was dark all around.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, it was obvious that Lin Xun was weaker and was faintly slowly showing signs of being suppressed. But strangely, Xiao Kun still couldn’t defeat Lin Xun.

Many people were puzzled. Lin Xun was only at the eighth layer True Martial Stage yet he could last until now in a battle against Xiao Kun. It was very unusual.

Most importantly, Lin Xun had only used the Marching Army Fist, a widely known basic fist art in the empire. Yet, in Lin Xun’s hand, the fist art had such astonishing effects against Xiao Kin’s Howling Wind Killing Fist.

If Lin Xun was at the ninth layer True Martial Stage and possessed a fist art comparable to the Howling Wind Killing Fist, would the battle change?

It was hard to imagine.

As the battle progressed, the students from other campgrounds also sharply sensed the strange battle situation and couldn’t help but frown.

Why is it like this?

How could someone like Xiao Kun not be able to do anything to a guy at the eighth layer True Martial Stage?

Is he holding back his strength?

Boom!

Suddenly, Xiao Kun snorted coldly and his body sprang up like a dragon. A dazzling vortex of lightning spun around his fist as he brought it down!

Howling Wind Killing Fist— Lightning Kill!

It was as though a dazzling bolt of lightning was striking down from the sky. The bright light blinded many people’s eyes.

This was the ultimate move of the Howling Wind Killing Fist. Xiao Kun had clearly acknowledged Lin Xun’s tenacity and strength since he was forced to resort to this move. He didn’t dare to hold back his strength anymore.

Almost at the same time, Lin Xun’s dark eyes flashed a resolute glint and his body was shrouded in rioting aeth power. They were like torrents of water circulating around his body.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t retreat but stepped forward to meet the attack head-on!

He was still using the Marching Army Fist Art!

Boom!

An earthshaking explosion rang out. Lin Xun reeled back a dozen steps. His hair was in disarray and he looked but he seemed unwounded.

Xiao Kun had to retreat a few steps before he could steady his body. His expression changed when he looked at Lin Xun again.

He didn’t expect Lin Xun to be more tenacious than he had imagined. His ultimate move could have defeated any other eighth layer True Martial cultivator.

However, Lin Xun only drew back a dozen steps and didn’t seem injured at all!

Gasps of exclamations broke out from the onlookers. They found it hard to believe that Lin Xun could have blocked that attack.

The exclamations made Xiao Kun look a little annoyed. He was at the pinnacle ninth layer True Martial Stage and he had performed his ancestral art—Howling Wind Killing Fist yet he still failed to defeat a guy at the eighth layer True Martial Stage. It was a huge humiliation to him.

“What, have you lost your confidence? Thinking about what you said just now, it is indeed ironic.” Lin Xun chuckled, his brows sharp as blades and his dark eyes flashed like lightning. His words were full of mockery.

“Hmph!”

Xiao Kun snorted coldly. The imposing aura around him intensified as he lifted his head and roared skywards. A terrifying gale surged around him and murderous rage filled him.

He was like a storm while his fist was the eye of the storm. The shrill howling felt like a blade in everyone’s ear. Many people became fretful and confused and almost unable to bear the force.

Rumble—

The two clashed again.

The battle had undoubtedly become more intense, dangerous, and ruthless. It was no different from a real battle.

Xiao Kun’s bearing was incomparably imposing but Lin Xun was not inferior in any respect. He wasn’t suppressed and always narrowly evaded Xiao Kun’s ultimate killing moves.

Many onlookers’ expressions changed once again. No one thought that Lin Xun would be so tenacious and strong.

The only thing that perhaps they felt glad about was that Lin Xun’s present strength indeed wasn’t worthy of first place in the quarterly assessment!

If Xiao Kun doesn’t defeat Lin Xun soon, he will likely be defeated soon.

Unless a miracle happens!

But is that possible?

“Can Lin Xun reverse the situation?” Both Shi Yu and Ning Meng weren’t sure.

If Lin Xun couldn’t even beat Xiao Kun, he wouldn’t be worthy of competing with Bai Lingxi, Zhao Yin, and other fierce people. It also indirectly proved that he wasn’t worthy of first place in the quarterly assessment. As a consequence, Lin Xun would become ridiculed in the entire Blood Kill Camp.

That would be the worst result!

Clang!

Lin Xun suddenly drew the Jade Wave Blade and switched to a blade art, which immediately drew the attention of everyone.

However, in their eyes, Lin Xun’s move was a sign that he was forced to a dead end and had to change his fighting style.

Many people’s spirits were lifted.

Xiao Kun was no exception. He smiled coldly and turned his hand over. A short black spear appeared in his grip. He charged to meet Lin Xun head-on.

“Lin Xun, your struggle is futile. I advise you to admit defeat immediately, and perhaps you can save a little face!”

Xiao Kun roared, his voice quaking the world. As he clasped his spear, his figure was like a bolt of lightning and his gray hair danced wildly in the air. He simply resembled an invincible god.