Time Manipulating System-Chapter 45 - The Power of One Flood Dragon! A Single Punch Sends Him Flying, Shocking the Entire Arena!
Chapter 45: The Power of One Flood Dragon! A Single Punch Sends Him Flying, Shocking the Entire Arena!
BOOM!
Fist and blade collided with a deafening impact, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
A terrifying force erupted like a hurricane, sweeping outward in all directions!
Zhang Huairu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He could feel the sheer, overwhelming power behind Gu Yang’s punch, his grip on his sword trembled violently.
What the hell is going on with this guy?!
Gu Yang’s exploits were well-known throughout the Haonan Province, and Zhang Huairu had naturally heard of him.
But…
Hadn’t Gu Yang comprehended fist intent and sword intent?
Then why was this punch, without even using fist intent, so monstrously powerful?!
This was pure, unadulterated physical strength!
To possess such terrifying power…
One would need years of dedicated body refinement!
Had Gu Yang been secretly training his physique this whole time?!
Before he could even finish the thought,
CRACK!
A crisp, shattering sound came from his hand.
His face paled as he looked down,
Only to see spiderweb-like cracks spreading across his treasured blade!
And then,
BOOM!
The sword exploded into fragments!
The sheer force of the impact sent Zhang Huairu flying backward, hurled through the air like a ragdoll by the shockwave.
WHOOSH!
He tumbled midair before crashing outside the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The entire crowd fell dead silent.
Every spectator stared in utter disbelief.
“Senior Brother Zhang… lost?!”
“How is this possible?! Gu Yang didn’t even use his fist intent or sword intent, how did Senior Brother Zhang lose?!”
“That punch… the power was inhuman!”
“One punch, just one punch sent Senior Brother Zhang flying! Is Gu Yang really only at the third level of the True Condensation realm?!”
Countless North Snow Sect disciples gasped in shock, their voices trembling.
Even the Flowing Cloud Sect’s true disciples were stunned.
“Junior Brother Gu… won?”
They had expected a tough fight, after all, Gu Yang was five minor realms below Zhang Huairu.
Even with his comprehension of intent, overcoming such a gap should have been impossible.
Yet…
What just happened defied all logic!
“That was terrifying! Did anyone else notice… Gu Yang didn’t even use his fist intent?!”
“Not just that, he didn’t even channel his true energy! That punch was pure physical strength!”
“So Gu Yang’s been refining his body too?! Is this what a true prodigy looks like?!”
The Flowing Cloud Sect disciples were just as shaken as their North Snow Sect counterparts.
On the High Platform
The four sect elders were equally stunned.
“Incredible power!” The North Snow Sect’s elder couldn’t help but exclaim.
“That punch contained the strength of a flood dragon! Gu Yang must have been training his body for years to achieve such might!”
“Elder Li, your Flowing Cloud Sect truly hides its depths well!” The Frostwind Sect elder chuckled. “No wonder you seemed so calm, you already knew Gu Yang had this hidden card!”
But in reality…
Elder Li was just as shocked as everyone else.
Gu Yang trained his physique too?!
Since when?!
He had never seen Gu Yang display such strength before!
One flood dragon’s power, that’s over a million jin of force!
To have such a physique…
And yet never reveal it until now…
Was this his trump card all along?!
Elder Li’s mind raced.
Just yesterday, he had warned Gu Yang to be cautious, only to sense the young man’s indifference.
At the time, he had been displeased.
After all, as the Flowing Cloud Sect’s grand elder, his judgment was rarely wrong.
But now…
Had he been the one underestimating Gu Yang?!
For a brief moment, Elder Li felt a pang of embarrassment.
A late-stage Bao Yuan realm expert…
Failing to see through the strength of a mere true disciple?!
But this was good news for the Flowing Cloud Sect.
With Gu Yang’s monstrous physique…
Unless he faced the top two true disciples of any sect…
He should have no trouble advancing!
After all, who could block such raw power?!
Elder Li couldn’t help but feel excited.
Meanwhile, the White Sun Sect’s elder clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
“Damn it! Why must such talent belong to the Flowing Cloud Sect?!”
His jealousy burned, but he quickly masked it, his expression returning to normal.
Back in the Arena
Gu Yang frowned slightly.
“Elder, can you announce the result already?”
He had knocked Zhang Huairu out of bounds ages ago, why was the referee still staring dumbfounded?!
The North Snow Sect elder snapped out of his daze and quickly declared:
“Victory goes to Gu Yang of the Flowing Cloud Sect!”
With that, Gu Yang stepped down, casually finding a seat.
Instantly, countless eyes locked onto him, some awed, some envious, some filled with killing intent.
Gu Yang ignored them all.
But then,
“Gu Yang, so you’ve been hiding your strength all along. No wonder you bullied my White Sun Sect’s disciples.”
A cold voice rang out.
Lin Shuhe, the third-ranked true disciple of the White Sun Sect, strode forward, his expression menacing.
“Be careful. Hope I don’t run into you next round, or else…”
He drew a finger across his throat in a blatant threat.
The surrounding disciples watched intently, eager to see Gu Yang’s reaction.
But Gu Yang merely glanced at him, then looked away, as if Lin Shuhe were beneath his notice.
Lin Shuhe’s face twitched with rage, but he said nothing further.
Meanwhile, the other true disciples observed Gu Yang warily, their expressions unreadable.
Round One Concludes
The first round ended quickly, with no major surprises.
The top two true disciples of each sect advanced effortlessly.
The weaker ones who had barely scraped through now prayed for luck, hoping for a favorable matchup in Round Two.
But the real question on everyone’s mind was,
Who would get the bye?
After Round One, each group had fifteen remaining disciples.
Before Round Two began, one lucky participant from each group would be randomly selected to skip the next match.
Soon, the first four groups’ byes were drawn, eliciting cheers, groans, and indifferent shrugs.
Then came Group Five.
The North Snow Sect elder reached into the name box and pulled out a slip.
He cleared his throat and announced:
“The bye for this round goes to… Gu Yang of the Flowing Cloud Sect!”
The moment the words left his mouth,
The crowd erupted.
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Chapter 45 - The Power of One Flood Dragon! A Single Punch Sends Him Flying, Shocking the Entire Arena!
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