"Thunderbolt?" Qingyun laughed loudly, raising his fist to meet the attack. A visible shockwave erupted, and Lin Yuhao collapsed onto the stage like a rag doll.
This Thunderclap Fist was Lin Yuhao's signature move. It wasn't a special martial art at all; it was just a common, introductory technique in the ancient martial arts world. Lin Yuhao displayed astonishing power with this simple technique, which is why he became famous overnight.
Unexpectedly, Qingyun used this very move to defeat him.
Ignoring Elder He, who was still pestering her to become his disciple, Qingyun slowly walked towards Lin Yuhao.
Lin Yuhao stared blankly. He moved his eyes and looked at Qingyun, who was walking towards him. Ignoring his injuries, he asked, "Why? Why didn't you fight back when I abused you and destroyed your dantian? Why didn't you fight back! Your cultivation is clearly so profound! Why!"
Those in the audience were shocked. What did Lin Yuhao say he did? He abused Qingyun and destroyed her dantian?
Nie Chenyuan, standing in the private room, heard everything clearly. He had guessed to some extent beforehand, but hearing it now still made his heart clench. He felt immense heartache for Qingyun and even more intense hatred for Lin Yuhao.
Qingyun did not answer his question, but looked down at him and asked him the same question.
How does it feel to suffer a crushing defeat in the very place where you first rose to fame?
Lin Yuhao instantly understood Qingyun's meaning, his heart filled with hatred. This person wanted to toss him high into the air and then slam him down hard, wanting to see him defeated in this place, under the watchful eyes of thousands, by his signature move! What a ruthless heart, what an incredibly patient character!
Qingyun surveyed the entire venue. Indeed, this was the starting point for Lin Yuhao's rise to fame and success, but it was also the beginning of Qingyun's suffering. Back then, Qingyun, not yet eighteen, watched her father be defeated and her mother abandon her family here, only to have her dantian destroyed and die a tragic death.
Qingyun and Lin Yuhao's lives both took a turn here for the first time, so why not turn it a second time?
With a cold gaze, Qingyun slowly squatted down, realizing that the score for destroying Qingyun's dantian had not yet been settled.
"Qingyun! Stop!"
Lin's mother, panting, ran down the stairs and stopped Qingyun's behavior in front of the arena.
Qingyun squatted down next to Lin Yuhao and turned to look at Lin's mother.
"Mother?"
Upon hearing this address, Lin's mother felt that there was hope. She caught her breath and gave Qingyun a gentle yet helpless expression, half crying and half laughing: "Qingyun, listen to your mother and come down. The competition is over. I know you are very good."
"Yuhao is your older brother. Haven't you always wanted an older brother since you were little? So let's not let the entanglements of the previous generation continue into the next, okay?"
"Mom, you..." Qingyun looked at Lin's mother and let out a long sigh. His eyes reflected an unusual light, and he seemed to have calmed down a little.
Seeing this, Zhang Jingguo's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. As long as the green hills remain, there's always hope. If Qingyun releases Lin Yuhao, then with Lin Yuhao's talent, he can definitely rise from the ashes.
Nie Songping looked at the screen and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
He picked up his teacup, lowered his head, and took a small sip to conceal the sigh in his eyes. In his view, Qingyun was excellent in every way, and her cultivation was unparalleled; however, her biggest flaw was her youth.
"Young people are just too soft-hearted..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a scream pierced the air, startling him so much that he spilled a cup of tea all over his face.
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