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Chapter 77: Facing Them Alone

A tense silence filled the area, with no one daring to break it. Wang Xuan\'s footsteps resonated with a unique rhythm, initially subtle but growing louder and more pronounced, as if the earth itself trembled with each step.

"The Dance of Dragons and Snakes," murmured the elderly man next to Zhong Qing. He recognized Wang Xuan\'s buildup of energy. When it was released, the destruction would be unparalleled.

Zhong Qing, poised and graceful, voiced her curiosity softly, "How did he master two martial arts techniques in such a short time?"

"In ancient times, there were such talents. But in recent years, they\'re a rare find. Even the revered Old Chen might not have accomplished this," the elder whispered back.

Having practiced the Serpent-Crane Eight Style Technique himself, he was well aware of the intricacies involved. Legends said that at the peak of their skills, practitioners like the disciples of Zhang Daoling could shatter mountains with their kicks.

"A prodigy indeed. We should recruit him. I don’t care how you do it, just get it done," Zhong Qing concluded, falling into contemplation.

The group felt an overwhelming pressure. It felt like they were being cornered by just Wang Xuan alone. The sight of large cracks forming under his feet made several of them shudder with fear.

"He\'s just a young brat! How dare he act so arrogantly?"

"We shouldn\'t be afraid of him. Since he\'s so eager to take us all on by himself, let\'s teach him a lesson!"

One individual took the lead, rallying the rest group. He knew that the group would lose their fighting spirit entirely if it kept on. They would be humiliated by the fact that they were defeated by a lone youth.

Boom!

The first to make a move was a man in his late forties who practiced the Iron Sand Palm technique. His mastery over the technique was evident. His hands were as dark as ink, the backs of which were thick and rough, resembling a hammer and coated with a unique keratin layer. His palm struck out like a black lightning bolt, with the speed that almost broke the sound barrier. The force caused the air to ripple and nearby reeds to snap. It was an awe-inspiring display. True practitioners of Old Arts like him were rare in this era.

Crack!

However, when Wang Xuan retaliated with a slap, the powerful strike was effortlessly blocked, along with a chilling sound of breaking bones.

Thud!

Wang Xuan struck out a second time. His attack caused the man\'s chest to collapse and sent him flying a good ten meters before crashing into the reeds. The scene left many shocked, but now that they had started the fight, retreat was not an option.

A group charged towards Wang Xuan. Some were clearly masters, their palms radiating a dim light. As they struck, faint sounds of thunder echoed from within their bodies. One particular expert unleashed the Bodhi Palm, an immensely powerful technique that emanated a faint, buddha-like glow with its strikes.

On the other side, another individual was employing a unique technique. As he heaved his chest, he spewed a radiant beam of white light that was similar to sword energy at Wang Xuan. The force was so powerful it sounded like an explosion, cutting through the air. Harnessing a mysterious energy stored within his lungs, this \'sword\' was capable of slicing through solid rock and easily piercing the human body. In ancient times, masters of this technique could release a beam into the night sky, creating a spectacle reminiscent of a starlit galaxy.

The spectators were taken aback. This group was formidable indeed, with some of the masters truly awe-inspiring. Yet, despite their prowess, Wang Xuan remained stalwart against his opponents. Using his Serpent-Crane Eight Style Technique\'s Dance of Dragons and Snakes, he countered the Bodhi Palm strike. With a crack, the man\'s palm broke, contorted out of shape, with flesh and blood bursting forth, a testament to the terrifying power behind Wang Xuan\'s strike.

He simultaneously dodged the radiant beam, not because he could not counter it, but because he found it distasteful. It was, after all, emitted from the man\'s mouth.

The Dance of Dragons and Snakes was a combination of consecutive strikes. As Wang Xuan\'s palms moved, he soared, and with consecutive thuds, four experts were sent flying. Some had their shoulders blown open, with entire arms nearly torn off, held only by mere threads of tendons.

Some of the men even almost had their body cavities pierced through by Wang Xuan, their bones snapping and collapsing inward. Screaming in agony, they fainted immediately. But it was evident that Wang Xuan was still holding back. Although his intent to kill was boiling, he did not wish to turn the fight into a bloodbath. With his current capabilities, any hit could potentially turn a person into nothing but bloody mist. None could withstand the full force of his thunderous "Dance of Dragons and Snakes."

Floating in mid-air, Wang Xuan did not even once touch the ground. Utilizing the momentum of his kicks, which sent several experts flying, he continued to maneuver agilely in the air, launching more attacks. His movements, embodying the essence of the "Dance of Dragons and Snakes," resembled a majestic serpent transforming into a dragon, soaring through the skies, creating ferocious gusts of wind. From the moment he jumped, Wang Xuan did not land. Continually pivoting in mid-air, his relentless kicks sent so-called experts crashing away.

With his incredible aerial advantage and leveraging the momentum, he was able to inflict injuries upon dozens of individuals who were immediately taken out of the fight. They were either thrown over ten meters away, incapacitated, or in dire need of medical attention. The group dispersed swiftly, like they had encountered a humanoid sea dragon attacking from above. It was a terrifying sight.

"Indeed, he\'s truly mastered the \'Dance of Dragons and Snakes.\' With such explosive power, these people simply can\'t stand a chance. His skills are even beyond what I have seen," the elder next to Zhong Qing exclaimed, a mix of surprise and admiration evident in his voice.

Upon landing, Wang Xuan immediately sprung forward, covering nearly ten meters in one stride. He quickly caught up with his adversaries, this time employing the Vajra Fist technique. If he had opted to use the third form of the Serpent-Crane Eight Style, it would\'ve left seasoned martial artists in awe. To master two techniques in such a short span was unheard of in modern times, though some ancient texts did mention such prodigies.

Thud! Thud!

His Vajra Fist was just as fierce. With every punch, Wang Xuan\'s fists shimmered with a subtle luster, and the powerful strikes echoed like a massive drumbeat. His opponents struggled to parry or block his furious attacks. He was a whirlwind of power and precision, chasing and defeating numerous foes on the open field. He moved with a grace and force that made him seem unstoppable, and sent his enemies tumbling with each punch or aerial kick. Many of his opponents lay injured, their bodies battered, and spirits broken. Some were so overwhelmed that they just dropped, too defeated to fight any longer.

"You think you have strength in numbers? You mere insects are nothing even if you come at me together! You\'re laughable!" Wang Xuan declared, his clothes stained with a few specks of blood from the scuffle.

"Who\'s next? Practitioners of the New Arts, or those instigating this chaos, step forward! I\'m ready for all of you, whether you come one by one or as a group."

Wang Xuan confidently stood his ground, surveying the distant crowds. He felt the presence of hidden adversaries, their hostile gazes focused on him. They seemed uncertain, yet eager to challenge him. Today, Wang Xuan felt invincible and was prepared for any confrontation, especially if Old Chen was behind it.

Soon after, four individuals stepped forward. Among them, a blond man in his thirties stole the spotlight. With a fluid gesture, he conjured a gleaming golden spear, leaving the crowd in utter astonishment.

"The amalgamation of supernatural elements. His material manipulation is impressive!" someone whispered.

Clearly, the misty golden spear was not a tangible object but was formed instantly through the manipulation of supernatural elements. Without uttering a word, the blond man hurled the spear from a distance. As Wang Xuan dodged, the golden weapon embedded itself into the ground, detonating on impact and creating a sizable crater.

Wang Xuan vanished from his spot and rushed towards the group of four, his speed nearly blinding. As he advanced, two more golden spears soared towards him. He evaded one and to the astonishment of onlookers, shattered the other with a punch. The entire scene erupted into chaos. Many quickly realized that Wang Xuan\'s strength was not just in his kicks but also in his punches. He was a human wrecking ball, and many shuddered in fear at the thought of fighting him.

In the blink of an eye, he was upon his adversaries, battling these four elites single-handedly. Each opponent showcased unique abilities. One disturbed Wang Xuan with powerful psychic energy while another ensnared him in chains of shimmering silver, like a web intending to bind him.

Boom!

However, their momentary triumph was short-lived. With a surge of strength, Wang Xuan shattered the chains, which were also formed from supernatural materials. Once he was able to engage them in close combat, the outcome was inevitable. With a series of explosive punches, the renowned experts of the New Arts domain were sent sprawling meters away. They were decimated by Wang Xuan single-handedly in mere moments.

"Who\'s next?!" His aura emanated lethal intent. He was prepared to face any opponent with his full might. He cared not for the consequences. They could take their qualms to Old Chen when it all ended.

The atmosphere became tense and silent, with everyone present utterly taken aback by the unfolding events. After a moment, a figure approached. Dressed in a gleaming silver armor that emitted a soft radiance, it was evident at first glance that this was no ordinary armor. The man was helmeted, his face obscured save for a pair of crystal-clear eyes.

"I\'ve come for a duel, no ulterior motives," he announced without any trace of hostility.

Without rushing to combat, he added, "This is armor forged from supernatural elements, superior to the rarest of mech suits. It harnesses the power of these exceptional materials, granting me enhanced strength and speed until its energy is depleted. Tread carefully."

He then lunged at Wang Xuan with incredible speed. The silver armor, infused with supernatural powers, allowed him to exhibit exceptional strength and agility.

Boom!

As he neared Wang Xuan, he unleashed a punch, his movements reminiscent of the "Dance of Dragons and Snakes," hinting at his training in the Serpent-Crane Eight Style Technique. Wang Xuan, quick as lightning, dodged and retaliated with a sweeping kick targeting his opponent\'s waist, resulting in a blinding silver explosion and a powerful energy discharge. Indeed, the armor lived up to its reputation. It took Wang Xuan\'s blow without a dent, retaining its luminous shine. The man was not only quick in his physical responses but was also a master of both Old and New Arts. Furthermore, his armor seemed to amplify his psychic abilities, further enhancing his overall prowess.

The culmination of his martial arts expertise, combined with the capabilities of the supernatural armor, clearly set him a cut above the rest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a stunning twist, Wang Xuan engaged this armored opponent in hand-to-hand combat. This left many in disbelief, notably Zhong Qing. Her pupils contracted in shock. She could recognize the armor\'s design as a product of her family\'s research. Moreover, she identified the wearer as her own younger brother, whom she had not expected to challenge Wang Xuan.

Thud!

In the end, after landing repeated kicks on the same spot on the supernatural armor, Wang Xuan finally succeeded in diminishing its radiant glow. A cracking sound emanated from the chest piece of the armor. Zhong Qing\'s heart raced, fearing that her brother might be grievously injured by Wang Xuan\'s infamous kicks.

In truth, Wang Xuan was indeed not showing any mercy. With multiple kicks landing on the same spot, he delivered one final sweep, shattering the armor to reveal a young man underneath. Just as Wang Xuan was about to deliver another blow, an elder suddenly leaped forward to engage him in combat.

Wang Xuan was taken aback. The elder had mastered the complete Serpent-Crane Eight Style and was genuinely an elite martial artist. After a few intense clashes, the elder was eventually forced back by a sweeping kick from Wang Xuan that narrowly missed his shoulder. The old man staggered back in shock despite the glancing blow. His face was a mask of astonishment. I wasn’t able to withstand a near miss by this young man? It seemed to him that Wang Xuan’s skills seemed even more refined than Chen Yongjie in his prime.

Wang Xuan leaped forward, intent on finishing off the young opponent. Yet, in the final moment, he chose restraint, opting to deliver a slap instead.

After all, anyone who challenged him should bear some consequences. This was Wang Xuan’s special “courtesy” towards Old Chen. Since the participants of this duel were affiliated with Old Chen, Wang Xuan felt obligated to “educate” them. Old Chen could deal with the aftermath later.

A swift figure quickly intercepted Wang Xuan, deploying a mix of Old Arts techniques and a protective New Arts barrier. As Wang Xuan\'s hand descended, it shattered the light barrier.

He recognized the figure as Zhong Qing.

Wang Xuan momentarily hesitated. If his strike ended up seriously injuring her, even Old Chen would be in a tough position. After all, Zhong Qing belonged to a prominent financial dynasty, and it would be tricky even for Old Chen to clean up such a mess.

Although he tried to pull back, Wang Xuan did not fully withdraw his attack. He aimed to strike Zhong Qing lightly, while ensuring that she was not gravely hurt. This would demonstrate to onlookers that Wang Xuan had done his best to control his strength, and any harm caused was purely unintentional.

His decision to punish her was partly because Zhong Qing had once set her sights on him. This slight retribution would also serve as a warning to Old Chen. Did Old Chen really think he could use me without facing any consequences?

Thus, even as Wang Xuan attempted to retract his airborne strike, it seemed inevitable that his hand would land on Zhong Qing\'s pristine and incredibly beautiful face.

Zhong Qing\'s complexion turned ashen. A hit from Wang Xuan could not only disfigure her but might even obliterate half of her face. Overwhelmed by terror, she let out a piercing scream.

Undeniably, the elder who had mastered the Serpent-Crane Eight Style was a formidable force. At the crucial moment, he swiftly intervened, gripping Zhong Qing by the collar and abruptly yanking her backward.

However, panic was evident on his face. He had miscalculated, pulling her up too high.

Wang Xuan\'s palm brushed past Zhong Qing\'s cheek, and then with a resonant thud, inadvertently struck her in the chest. The mistake was largely due to the elder\'s hasty intervention.

Zhong Qing shrieked, primarily out of fear. She was acutely aware of Wang Xuan\'s capabilities: he could easily penetrate a chest or obliterate someone with a single blow. The very thought of enduring such a fate was unbearable to her.

"Such a powerful Vajra Fist! That\'s it, Zhong Qing must be finished!" Da Wu exclaimed from a distance, a hint of... excitement in her voice. She seemed oddly pleased.