Chapter 126: Superior Weapons

After finishing his words, Su Mingcheng sought out another opponent.

"Boom!"

His strikes were fierce. He hoisted a man up with one hand, while his other hand quickly balled into a fist, gathering immense power to pummel the man’s chest and stomach mercilessly. Under Su Mingcheng’s assault, the man could not even manage a scream; blood poured from his mouth until it dripped onto Su Mingcheng’s fist. Only then did Su Mingcheng, with an expression of utter disgust, toss the man off the fighting ring.

Seeing this madman-like style of combat, those nearby were struck with terror, hastily clearing a wide space around the ring.

Scanning the retreating crowd, Su Mingcheng sneered, "You pathetic losers don't even have the courage to face me. You’d better get off yourself!"

At this moment, someone, unable to stomach such verbal abuse, pointed at Su Mingcheng and shouted, "Kid, don't be too arrogant!"

Su Mingcheng laughed heartily, "If you don't think you're a loser, you can come up and challenge me. But you had better be prepared to become a cripple."

Hearing this, the man glanced at the person just thrown from the ring; his heart trembled, and he retreated involuntarily.

"Hahaha, that only proves you are a pathetic loser through and through. You should thank me for making you realize the truth about yourself."

Even with such humiliation, the man dared not retort, for he was terrified and lacked the nerve to step onto the ring to face Su Mingcheng.

Just then, a sturdy, dark-skinned martial artist walked out, furious, and shouted, "Damn it, I can't stand this anymore!"

He strode toward the front of the crowd, pointing at Su Mingcheng. "Kid, you are too arrogant."

"If you're not convinced, come and challenge me..."

Before Su Mingcheng could finish, the sturdy man charged forward, throwing a swift punch directly at Su Mingcheng's face.

Feeling the sharp force of the blow, Su Mingcheng chuckled, "Interesting."

"Eat my punch!"

Watching Su Mingcheng retreat step by step, the sturdy man's fighting spirit soared.

"Yes! That’s it! Take him down a peg!"
"Hit him! Beat him hard and put him in his place!"
"Someone this arrogant deserves a beating."

The surrounding warriors felt a sense of satisfaction watching Su Mingcheng being forced back.

"Heh." Su Mingcheng let out a faint laugh at their voices.

Boom!

Su Mingcheng delivered a powerful kick, and the sturdy man was instantly sent flying, landing heavily on the ground. The murmurs from the crowd died away instantly.

"See? You're all just a bunch of losers, beaten down by me in just a few moves." Su Mingcheng continued to jeer.

"Kid, don't go too far!"

Su Mingcheng smiled faintly, "Heh, I'm just stating facts."

The faces of the warriors turned exceptionally grim. "If you're so tough, why don't you challenge *him*?"

Following their gaze, Su Mingcheng saw Li Jiansan.

*Heh, I was so busy teaching this trash a lesson that I forgot about this kid.*

Su Mingcheng sneered, "Kid, I told you, you'd better not pass the pressure test. Otherwise, during the final combat trials, I will make you regret participating in the Green Dragon Academy assessment."

"Too much talk. If you want to fight, then hurry up!"

Li Jiansan looked up, his eyes erupting with surging fighting intent. He had been left waiting for so long and was finally ready to move; he had wanted to teach this insufferably arrogant kid a lesson for quite a while. Without further ado, Li Jiansan threw a punch.

"Interesting. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so eager to seek death." Su Mingcheng snorted and threw a punch of his own.

Boom!

Two massive forces collided with a thunderous roar. The resulting gale caused the fighting ring to shake violently, staggering those standing nearby. With a rumble, Su Mingcheng was sent reeling backward. For a long while, his hand kept trembling, and his fist felt numb.

Su Mingcheng’s expression was one of pure shock. *How is this kid's strength so formidable? He almost overwhelmed me.*

"This..." The crowd watched in stunned silence. Su Mingcheng possessed the cultivation of a second-tier Foundation Building stage expert. Yet, this unremarkable kid, showing no discernible cultivation, had forced him back with a single punch. How did he do it?

Seeing Li Jiansan’s terrifying fist shadow closing in again, Su Mingcheng’s expression changed drastically, and he scrambled to retreat. The onlookers began to laugh and jeer.

"Haha, didn't he just call others cowards? Why is he acting like one now?"
"This bastard deserves a beating. I'd love to see him beaten beyond recognition."
"Let him be arrogant; this is exactly how he should be taught a lesson."

Hearing the crowd, Su Mingcheng’s expression grew darker. Suddenly, he stopped, took a hit from Li Jiansan’s fist to his chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Boom!

Incensed, Su Mingcheng drew a golden, glowing blade and slashed it toward Li Jiansan. Where the blade passed, the very air seemed to be severed.

"This is..."
"Tsk tsk, to think he’d bring out this treasure. It seems he’s determined to win the assessment and catch the attention of the elders."
"A high-grade mortal weapon. Li Jiansan is in trouble now, though I quite hope he wins."

Many in the crowd recognized the high-grade mortal weapon. While shocked, they also broke into a cold sweat for Li Jiansan. They loathed Su Mingcheng’s arrogance and didn't want him to win. Others, however, looked on with eyes full of envy. They had risked their lives to obtain a mid-grade mortal weapon, yet this guy flaunted a high-grade one right out of the gate. It was truly infuriating.

Weapons were divided into four tiers: low, mid, high, and supreme. Above mortal weapons were spirit weapons, which followed the same four-tier hierarchy.

It was rare for even some Foundation Building warriors to obtain a high-grade mortal weapon after years of struggle, so Su Mingcheng’s display shocked everyone. Li Jiansan watched the blade in Su Mingcheng’s hand without a word.

"You country bumpkin, never seen a high-grade mortal weapon before? Let me show you its power!" Su Mingcheng laughed, seeing Li Jiansan’s stunned expression.

Li Jiansan said with interest, "Treating a feather as an arrow—what an idiot!"

Hearing this, Su Mingcheng was driven into a frenzy. Li Jiansan’s implication that his high-grade weapon was merely a feather was an insult he could not endure.

"Die!" He raised the Golden Dragon Blade and hacked down at Li Jiansan.

Whoosh!

Li Jiansan didn't move, merely smiling faintly.

"Haha, kid, scared witless, are you?" Su Mingcheng assumed Li Jiansan was paralyzed with fear.

But just as the Golden Dragon Blade was about to touch him, Li Jiansan moved. With a graceful slide of his feet, he easily evaded the strike.

"I told you it was just a feather. What killing power can you have with a feather?" Li Jiansan teased.

Su Mingcheng was furious; he wanted to skin Li Jiansan alive.

"Thunderfall Blade!"

At the mention of the name, the expressions of everyone present shifted. This was a third-tier martial art! Most of them were still practicing second-tier techniques. Su Mingcheng’s mastery of a third-tier art combined with a high-grade mortal weapon was a perfect synergy, capable of unleashing power that could suppress even a third-tier Foundation Building expert.

Li Jiansan clearly did not possess such strength. He was surely finished now.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Su Mingcheng darted through the air with the Golden Dragon Blade, which began to emit a faint, dragon-like roar. As his speed increased, the blade moved with blurring agility, and a dragon shadow appeared in the void, accompanied by flashes of thunder.

Boom!

The golden dragon shadow lunged toward Li Jiansan like a dragon breaking through storm clouds, closing in on his face with overwhelming force.