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Not only his clothes, but even his chest, was pierced through, leaving no trace of his heart, as thick, sticky blood flowed out slowly but resolutely, each drop sliding over his abdomen, striding, and falling to the ground.

The blood flowed more and more abundantly, unstoppable, as belated pain radiated from his chest, spreading to his brain.

Uh... what happened?

He placed his hand over his chest, turned his head stiffly, and looked toward the young man named Xue Jing.

There wasn't the gruesome scene of his head being blown apart that he had imagined; the youth, godlike and beautiful, stood unharmed, his back to him.

Qin Fengcong's gaze shifted to the youth's right hand.

A heart, dripping with blood, was held in his hand, still throbbing strongly, with life force incredibly resilient, blood spurting steadily from each vein and artery as if unaware it had been separated from the body.

That was... his own heart.

Though he had never seen it, Qin Fengcong recognized it at a glance.

So it was... The audience's gasps weren't for him but for Xue Jing.

But what... exactly happened?

"Thud—"

Until his body collapsed to the ground and his pupils gradually lost focus, he still didn't understand.

"Fengcong!!"

Qin Fengcong's comrades below the stage widened their eyes in disbelief, looking at Qin Fengcong lying on the ground, slowly dying.

"Who saw clearly, what exactly happened!?"

Xie Yue said through gritted teeth.

Regret flashed through Zheng Jixiang's ethereal eyes as he sighed,

"The impermanence of life indeed goes thus."

After a moment of silence, the room erupted in commotion.

"What the hell, that guy looked like he was putting on an air of an unbeatable master, how come he was killed in less than three seconds?"

"Uh... indeed he did not lie, it indeed ended in an instant, and Xue Jing didn't feel any pain."

"Was this guy here to crack jokes? His professional ethics are too good, offering up his life for a final clown performance?"

"No, did you see how fierce he was? With that speed, you can't even react, let alone see it clearly; it's just that he never fought the Demon King Xue!"

"So what exactly happened just now, can someone with exceptional vision explain?"

Li Qi laughed heartily with a smug expression as a golden gleam momentarily flashed in his murky eyes.

A few of his old friends, standing beside him, stared wide-eyed, envying, and hating Li Qi upon hearing the laughter.

"Damn, a disaster that lingers for a thousand years, how on earth did you pick up such a big leak, Old Man Li, you should die!"

"Hey, Old Man Li, you've met my granddaughter before, remember? She has grown up now, tall and beautiful; I will bring her over to visit your dojo in a few days to interact with your disciples..."

"Old Li..."

Zong Shichan covered her mouth with her hand, while hearts continuously popped in her eyes as she gazed at the figure on stage who was as untroubled as clouds and a gentle breeze.

"Master... suki (likes)..."

The little girl, who often watched anime with Xue Wan, accidentally let slip a phrase in her native language.

Yu Ga Shenle looked at Xue Jing with eyes full of admiration,

"さすが（Indeed, as expected of）Xue Jun."

She was one of the few in the arena who clearly saw what happened, and thus understood the true value of Xue Jing even more.

On stage, Xue Jing, with his heart still throbbing in his hand, tossed it aside, channeling energy to shake off all the blood staining his palm, returning it to its pristine state.

"...Somewhat unlucky."

He shook his head, looking oddly at Qin Fengcong, now a corpse on the ground.

The event that had just happened was actually quite simple.

He took the opponent's attack head-on, and then, using the "Mystic Art·Vital Point," he plucked out the opponent's heart, that was all.

The incident ended quickly, not because Qin Fengcong was particularly weak... but because he was simply a bad match for him.

Why would someone practice such martial arts, especially those involving the Thunder Attribute?

Although it was Xue Jing's first encounter with Qin Fengcong's Thunder Control Technique, he could instantly discern the intricacies of this martial art.

The electrical arcs flickering over the body emerged from 'spirit distorting self-reality,' neither truly existent nor illusory thunder, but a force capable of causing potent thunderstrike effects.

The majority of the strike aimed at Xue Jing was comprised of thunder attacks, and although there were some physical hits, they were minimal.

For Xue Jing, thunder-attribute attacks couldn't be said to be completely ineffective, but they were little more than child's play at best.

If it had been before he killed a True Dragon youngster and activated [Dragon Horn], there might have been something to discuss. After obtaining the Dragon Horn, and practicing daily with Dragon Thunder wrapping his body, his skin, flesh, sinews, and bones had long become unlike those of an ordinary person, with maximum resistance to thunder.

Qin Fengcong using the Thunder Control Technique against him was barely more troublesome than a mosquito bite.

And without any need for evasion or defense, Xue Jing adopted a 'do-or-die' fighting approach and landed a punch on his opponent while being hit himself.

It ended in an instant.

Xue Jing's gaze shifted toward the companions of Qin Fengcong, speaking calmly,

"Today is supposed to be a joyous occasion for relocation. Xue Jing does not wish to be smeared with violence, but since you all have grievances with us at Hidden Dragon, it's better to resolve rather than to complicate issues. Why not continue this discussion on stage?"

Two Hidden Dragon Dojo disciples ascended the arena and slowly dragged away the body of Qin Fengcong, leaving behind a trail of blood.

All the spectators turned their heads in unison toward the companions of Qin Fengcong, their gazes peculiar.

"..." The group stiffened in expression.

Zheng Jixiang sighed, about to speak, only to hear Xue Jing continue,

"If you are afraid, then come up together."

"Or do you mean to say... you came for revenge but lack even the courage to face the odds?"

Xie Yue was immediately incensed, "Presumptuous brat!"

The rest roared with fury, "Courting death!"

However, they were not ordinary people; despite being momentarily daunted by Xue Jing's display, they were individuals nearing the Dragon Gate, possessing extraordinary resolve and courage.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"

In the blink of an eye, four to five figures appeared on the arena, enclosing Xue Jing in the middle.

"Ah, Master, what do we do?"

Zong Shichan's face showed urgency as she quickly reached out to shake Li Qi's arm.

These people looked tough to handle; what if the master gets hurt by accident?

As a die-hard fan, she had no doubts about Xue Jing's ability to win.

"..." Meng Qingjiao also silently reached out to tug at Meng Boshang's clothes, her cool gaze raising to look at her father, as if asking him to help.

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Li Qi laughed, "You child, be patient. Little Jing is very steady by nature, never biting off more than he can chew. Since he asked these people to come up together, he surely has the confidence to handle them."

Seeing no movement from Hidden Dragon disciples—particularly Meng Boshang, the group refocused their attention on the young man before them.

"Boy, you are far too arrogant," Xie Yue said, his eyes slightly narrowed, his tone laced with threat.

Out of everyone present, he was the least confident in facing Xue Jing one-on-one since the Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword was at a disadvantage against Hidden Dragon Style. However, with the odds in their favor, he was fully confident in their group.

"Even facing a Limit-Breaking Grandmaster, we wouldn't dare to claim an easy victory; don't assume you're invincible just because you beat Fengcong," he said.

Xue Jing tilted his head, "I never said I was invincible."

"But, to beat you guys, a bunch of rotten potatoes and tomatoes... doesn't seem like it requires being invincible, does it?"

Xie Yue mocked, "Just as sharp-tongued as in the videos. Let's hope when your limbs are severed, your mouth remains as tough as now."

Xue Jing stretched out his right hand to the side, and suddenly, a beautiful, ancient long saber flew to him from nowhere, catching it in his hand.

He swung it lightly at the floor, and with a 'whoosh' sound, saber Qi cut through the air, sending debris flying as the floor was slashed open, creating a deep, ten-meter-long trench.

His eyes tinged with the white of Divinity, golden flames burned quietly.

In the stunned gazes of the crowd, Xue Jing's lips curled into a wild smile:

"Ants... who allowed you to speak?"

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