Chapter 2: He Must Be Executed

“Bang!”

With a deep, resonant impact, Su Ming’s entire body was thrown violently through the air, crashing to the ground. It took him a moment before he managed to get back on his feet, a trickle of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

“Haha! I told you, someone like you is no match for me,” Zhao Qing laughed triumphantly. “Among the young generation of the Su family, only Su Qinghong has some ability. As for the rest, they’re all useless. Even Su Qinghong, in front of my eldest brother, is insignificant.”

“Bastard!” Su Ming and the other Su family disciples were furious but powerless to refute.

In martial cultivation, there are five realms: Bone Fusion, True Martial, Sea Transformation, Void Break, and Nirvana.

Bone Fusion forges the foundation of one’s innate physique and usually takes two to three years to complete. After that, one truly enters the martial path—the True Martial realm.

True Martial itself has ten grades.

Among the young generation of the Su family, none were particularly outstanding.

The only somewhat exceptional one was Su Qinghong, who had barely reached the tenth grade of True Martial. Zhao Qing’s eldest brother, however, at just nineteen years old, had already reached the absolute peak of the tenth grade of True Martial, just a step away from Sea Transformation.

No one among the young Su family disciples could match such age and cultivation.

Of course, this excluded one person.

That person was now entering the training arena.

“Hm?”

The Su family disciples, including Su Ming, were momentarily stunned upon seeing the newcomer.

“Xiao Ming, are you alright?” Su Xin looked at Su Ming with concern.

“None of your business,” Su Ming said shortly, pursing his lips and turning his head away.

Su Xin paid no mind to Su Ming’s attitude but instead turned his gaze toward Zhao Qing, his eyes growing cold and sharp.

“Su Xin?” Zhao Qing’s heart skipped a beat when he saw him, but he immediately sneered, “So it’s you, the young master of the Su family who fled without a fight on the day of the duel against the Situ family disciples.”

He deliberately emphasized “fled without a fight,” laden with obvious mockery.

Three years ago, he wouldn’t have dared speak to Su Xin like this—or even look up to him.

But times had changed.

“Su Xin, you traitor of the Su family, a coward who doesn’t even dare to fight, how dare you come back? If I were you, I’d find a deserted wall and bash my head in,” Zhao Qing sneered, and those behind him laughed mockingly.

Su Xin looked at Zhao Qing coldly. “Zhao Qing, you are the son of Zhao Tianlei, a retainer of the Su family. Over the years, your family has benefited greatly from the Su family. For one, your father Zhao Tianlei entered the Su family with only mid-stage Sea Transformation cultivation and relied on our resources to break through to Void Break.”

“And you, since you began your cultivation, have received plenty of resources and pills from the Su family every month, haven’t you?”

Zhao Qing’s face changed.

“You and your family have only your current strength and status because you’ve fed off the Su family’s resources. In other words, you’re just dogs raised on the Su family’s food. When did dogs get the audacity to bark fiercely at their master?” Su Xin said coldly.

“Su Xin, how dare you insult me? Do you think this is still three years ago?” Zhao Qing roared in anger.

“Three years ago, you were indeed the top among the young generation of the Su family, reaching the peak of True Martial tenth grade at fifteen. But you were imprisoned in the Magic Suppression Prison for three whole years!”

“As far as I know, those imprisoned in the Magic Suppression Prison cannot sense any spiritual energy from heaven or earth. Their cultivation not only fails to improve but falls sharply. How much strength do you have left now?”

After saying this, Zhao Qing sneered harshly and took a large step forward, his palm radiating formidable spiritual power. His fingers clenched tightly into a fist, which he then explosively struck toward Su Xin.

Su Xin’s expression remained cold as he also threw a punch.

Bang!

The two fists collided head-on. Zhao Qing’s body trembled, stepping back once, while Su Xin staggered back three steps.

Zhao Qing laughed wildly. “Hahaha! Su Xin, I knew it. Anyone locked in the Magic Suppression Prison for three years can’t maintain their cultivation. You were once at the peak of True Martial tenth grade, but now you’ve barely reached the threshold of the seventh grade—much weaker than me.”

“With such cultivation, you still dare to act arrogantly before me? You’re asking for death!”

Zhao Qing grinned fiercely and charged again. A faint, flame-like blood glow flickered on his tightly clenched right hand. He had not only gone all out but had also activated his martial skill.

“Master!” Red Robe gasped.

Su Ming and the others nearby also looked tense.

They were worried about Su Xin. From the earlier confrontation, they could tell Su Xin’s current cultivation was only at the initial stage of the seventh grade of True Martial, while Zhao Qing had already reached its peak.

Zhao Qing clearly had a much stronger cultivation.

“Foolish,” Su Xin sneered.

As Zhao Qing’s blood-glowing fist neared within less than half a foot of him, Su Xin lightly shifted to the side, letting the punch graze past his body and strike empty air.

At the same time, Su Xin raised his hand and slapped out sharply.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed clearly.

The palm struck Zhao Qing’s face squarely, sending him flying backward. A bloody tooth flew out along the way.

“Truly foolish.”

Su Xin looked down at the struggling Zhao Qing on the ground with disdain. “You think just because your cultivation is slightly higher than mine, you can defeat me? What a joke.”

In this world, cultivation is indeed the foundation of strength, but it’s not everything.

Two people with the same cultivation can have vastly different power.

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