Chapter 342
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Chapter 342: Assistance!
What is Elder Su’s identity, and why is he intervening on behalf of these outsiders?
It is widely known that Elder Su has a peculiar temperament and has not been at Divine Sword School for long.
Upon hearing Teng Ming’s words, the remaining youths, who had been hesitant earlier, now relaxed. Each of them wore a cold smile.
Despite the fact that Elder Su is not one to be provoked, how could he assist a group of miscellaneous disciples in standing out?
Seeing that Teng Ming remained unfazed, Xu Jiahui’s expression turned grim.
Although there were more people present, the five disciples had been at the school a year longer than they had, and their strength far surpassed theirs.
The crowd was large, but they would not be a match.
“Quit stalling! Hand over the Peiyuan Pills! Don’t make me punish you!”
Teng Ming gave a cold smile to Xu Jiahui and the others. Slowly, he advanced, his eyes filled with disdain, completely dismissing them.
“I’m going to kill you!”
The short, muscular teen’s eyes burned with anger. A surge of energy suddenly erupted from his body. The golden metal energy gleamed brightly, sharp and powerful. He stepped forward and lunged at Teng Ming, throwing a punch.
The punch carried the full force of his martial skill, creating a formidable momentum.
The metallic energy whistled sharply, cutting through the air.
“Zhang Qing, you’re out of your depth!”
Teng Ming paid no attention to the boy’s punch. A faint smile played on his lips as he sidestepped effortlessly.
He felt a sharp gust of wind as the punch missed, brushing past his shoulder and ruffling his hair.
But then, Teng Ming’s expression darkened. With a swift kick, he struck Zhang Qing in the stomach with tremendous force.
“Bang!”
A thunderous sound echoed as Zhang Qing’s body crumpled, blood spilling from his mouth.
“Be careful, Zhang Qing! Teng Ming is too strong!”
Xu Jiahui shouted, her energy surging. Her fair hands reached out, fingers delicate, as green light swirled toward Teng Ming.
“Martial Sister Jiahui, why risk yourself for these useless guys? If you’re willing, I won’t take your Peiyuan Pills. Once I become an Inner Disciple, I’ll find a way to help you join too!”
Teng Ming spoke as his hands moved. With a sharp wave, he sent a slap toward Xu Jiahui, exuding an air of authority.
“Swoosh!”
Two gusts of wind collided. The impact of their palms scattered the air, and debris flew around.
“Push.”
Xu Hui Xin stumbled back several steps before she regained her footing, her face pale.
But this time, Teng Ming also stepped back slightly, a brief flash of surprise crossing his face.
“Stop talking nonsense. I’ll fight for my position as an Inner Disciple myself. You better become one first, then we’ll talk.”
Xu Jiahui steadied herself, gazing at Teng Ming. She bit her lip lightly, the intensity of her aura growing. Her Yuan Soul Realm Eight Grade power surged outward without reservation.
Hearing her words, Teng Ming’s expression darkened.
“I’ve heard Martial Sister Jiahui is highly talented. Perfect. Let’s test it out!”
As his words faded, Teng Ming lifted his right foot, stomping it down with force.
“Boom!”
A deep roar of energy erupted from Teng Ming’s feet as a wave of power spread from his body.
The momentum was far greater than Xu Jiahui’s own energy.
Teng Ming smiled coldly. This time, he had to enter the inner circle and become an Inner Disciple. If he missed this opportunity, it could slip away.
A few more Peiyuan Pills would boost his cultivation, giving him a higher chance of joining the inner circle.
“Martial Sister Jiahui, don’t blame me for being rude!”
As he spoke, a transparent figure rushed toward Xu Jiahui.
“Your Yuan Soul Realm is only at the eighth grade. Though exceptional, I’ve already reached the ninth grade. Martial Sister Jiahui, you are no match for me!”
In the blink of an eye, Teng Ming appeared in front of Xu Jiahui, his hands glowing green, clenched into a fist. The air roared as the green energy shot toward Xu Jiahui.
Xu Jiahui clenched her lips, determination written on her delicate face. She threw a punch in return, colliding fiercely with Teng Ming’s strike.
“Bang!”
The two fists collided with a muffled thud, sending green light and energy rippling out, accompanied by a gust of air.
“Scoffing…”
Xu Jiahui slid across the ground, struggling to resist the immense force.
“I told you, you’re no match for me!”
Teng Ming smiled coldly, barely shaking before he stepped back and steadied himself. In a flash, he lunged forward again, his hands forming a seal as a blue ball of energy condensed into a sharp fingerprint that flew directly at Xu Jiahui.
“Whew…”
The fingerprint shot through the air like lightning, the sound of breaking wind howling behind it. To everyone’s eyes, it was headed straight for Xu Jiahui’s shoulder.
Xu Jiahui was trying to retreat, but it was too late. Her face turned pale as the situation became critical.
“Martial Sister Jiahui, be careful!”
Zhang Qing and the others were too shocked to help, knowing they were no match for Teng Ming.
“Swoosh…”
A grey figure suddenly appeared just as the fingerprint was about to strike Xu Jiahui. The figure swept his hand through the air, and the powerful attack dissipated before him.
Xu Jiahui was the first to react, stunned.
She stopped and looked ahead. The figure had a unique aura, as straight as a lance and as tall and majestic as a mountain!
That silhouette was unmistakable, and Xu Jiahui’s eyes brightened.
A wave of attention fell upon the unexpected figure.
The one who had appeared was a boy, around sixteen or seventeen years old, with shoulder-length black hair and bronze skin, giving off a warm, jade-like feel.
His sharp features were distinct, and he carried an alluring broken sword on his back, rusty from age—as though it had been dug up from somewhere.
Su Yi had arrived. He had originally planned to leave, not wanting to cause any trouble at Divine Sword School.
But upon hearing Xu Jiahui’s voice, Su Yi couldn’t stand by and do nothing.
