Qingxuan stared down Mu Jiangbo's unconscious body. Even death wasn't enough to repay the tragedy he had put him
and the original Qingxuan through, but this was enough for now.
"Boss!"
"Senior Brother!!"
The sidekicks flooded the arena, about four of them, rushed in to check on their boss who laid unconscious and was bleeding.
Mu Rong who was among them blazed. "Qingxuan! You bastard! how could you be so ruthless!" He abandoned all reason and rushed towards Qingxuan, fists drawn and ready to rip him apart.
The rest of the sidekicks followed. Qingxuan had to be put down for what he had done to their boss.
"What's Mu Rong and those lackeys doing?!" The crowd erupted in an uproar.
"They're planning on ganging up on Qingxuan. How embarrassing.."
"Isn't that agasint the rules?!" They discussed among themselves, watching the brawl intently.
Qingxuan backflipped into a skip and faced off against Mu Rong without hesitation.
"Rushing Thunder Nine Echoes!!"
Mu Rong went all out, utilising his battle technique instantly. His punches swept out like a hurricane, bringing with it enough power shatter a concrete wall.
Pa! Pa!
The fists echoed with power as they smashed towards Qingxuan with incredible might. He on the other hand simply met him head on, parrying the incoming punches with minimal effort.
Qingxuan spun, parried a punch aimed for his chest and then caught Mu Rong's arm underneath his own.
Then, his feet swept Mu Rong's own from under, sending him crashing to the ground, before he clenched his fists and let it smash towards the youths head.
Qingxuan's fist glowed red, as if he had soaked it within a burning furnace.
"Isn't that the Flaming Metal Fists?!"
"How does he know the Flaming Metal Fists?!"
"That's complete mastery! This freak!!"
The crowd erupted in an uproar. Qingxuan was too heaven defying. The flaming metal fist was relatively simple to utilise. Anyone with a basic understanding of fist techniques could utilise it instantly, but learning it on the go was simply too heaven defying.
Mu Rong's head was smashed into the concrete floor, and was knocked out instantly with a concussion.
Qingxuan didn't even need to turn to know another sidekick had unleashed a punch that was smashing towards him unreasonably.
He spun, sending his heel crashing towards the youths jaw with a hook kick.
THWACK!
The youth staggered back with a broken jaw. Qingxuan advanced. His body soared through the air like an eagle, and his foot crashed into the youth's chest, executing one of the signature moves of the Shadow Severing Kick.. "Shadow Destruction.." A flying side kick that could shatter bones and incapacitate opponents.
The youth was hurled into the air and crashed outside the ring unconscious.
"This is madness!!"
The crowd cheered. Others looked on in disbelief.
The next youth lunged towards Qingxuan from midair. "Flowing Wind Chop!" His palm slashed towards Qingxuan's neck covered with a sharp wind.
But, Qingxuan shifted to the side, allowing the chop to miss him by the mark and he attacked. From the side, his foot crashed into the youth's nose, shattering bones and sending blood spurting out. The famous side kick from modern day Jeet Kune Do.
The youth staggered back, but Qingxuan wasn't done with him.
"Shadow Reincarnation!!" He hurled himself into the air and let a series of brutal kicks crash into the youths chest.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
This Bicycle kick like technique was a series of recycled kicks that crashed into the boy's chest, over and over, while Qingxuan was suspended in midair, sending him flying out of the arena unconscious.
"By the Heavens! This Qingxuan isn't human at all!!" The crowd was speechless.
The last sidekick unsheathed a blade at his waist but hesitated. The sight of his friends laid out flat at Qingxuan's feet was intimidating, but he steeled his resolve and still attacked.
He let the blade rip towards Qingxuan's guts. Qingxuan kicked the blade out of his hands, and swept his feet from under, sending him crashing into the ground and skipped back, holding up his fists in the Bai Jong stance.
The youth rose up, clenched his fists and rushed towards Qingxuan with a loud cry. He punched out, but Qingxuan caught his arm, flipped him over his shoulder into the concrete and stepped on his head, with enough force to crash his head into the concrete.
Silence reigned. Mu Jiangbo and his sidekicks all lay unconscious at Qingxuan's feet. He had done the impossible. He sighed, stretched his back and walked out of the ring towards his courtyard.
"Is this guy human?!" Someone asked.
"How is it possible to fight like that with blindness?"
"Qingxuan's talent really is heaven defying. But today's actions would have consequences. Mu Jiangbo's elder brother is a peak Body Temepering Realm cultivator. I heard he's half step into the Earthly Yuan Realm. I also heard he's one of the favourites to win the Warrior's Selection competition. If news of today's events get to him, I'm afraid Qingxuan's days within the clan will be anything but peaceful.."
The crowd nodded and slowly dispersed, casting sorrowful looks at Mu Jiangbo and his lackeys.
Meanwhile, the elder who was observing the battle from afar sat within a small garden and then let out small smile. "What an interesting brat.."
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Qingxuan got to his courtyard only to find Aunt Lin pacing back and forth with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
"I hope my meal is ready.." He walked silently behind her and then whispered. The moment she turned around, she bloomed into a smile and hugged him.
"Aunt Lin, how many times have you hugged me today?" He cleared his throat and asked uncomfortably.
"Shut it brat!" She pinched his ear tightly for a minute and let go.
"You're okay.." She wiped her tears. "Of course, I'm not that weak." Qingxuan puffed his chest arrogantly. "But, I was serious about the meal though. I'm really starving.."
His tummy rumbled and he rubbed it in discomfort. Aunt Lin rolled her eyes and walked towards her chambers to begin preparing his meal for him.
..
Hours Later..
The inner chambers of the Clan's infirmary, was wide, a small garden was situated east of the chamber, giving it an antique look, while the chamber smelled of incense and herbs.
On a stone bed, an unconscious figure was laid silently. His face and body bandaged. Looking closely one would spot the familiar face. Mu Jiangbo.
A middle aged woman in tears sat in a small stool beside him and constantly wiped his face with a wet towel.
About several minutes later, a tall figure walked into the chambers with a grim expression. He was handsome, with short hair, dressed in a brown flowing robe, and had a saber strapped to his waist.
"Mother.." The youth beckoned silently. The woman turned her beautiful age stricken and teary faced towards him.
"Your brother.." She couldn't hold back her tears. Her words were stuck within her as she broke down.
"Mother, tell me. What happened to him?!
Who did this?!" The youth growled angrily.
The woman sniffed, and lifted her head to her son. "He was challenged to the arena by a boy called Mu Qingxuan.. Your father is still in the main clan, I couldn't call him back.." She wiped her tears and looked at her unconscious son.
The youth's eyes turned cold. "Mu Qingxuan! I swear on my life that you'll pay for laying a finger on my brother!" He swore and then walked out of the chamber…
A/N: Fell asleep while editing this chapter last night. Bonus chapter today