It's a pity that the principal said it too late. Looking at Meng Chuan on the stage, Lu Zhuxiao silently wished him well...
"Bone-Crushing Hand... Within a hundred moves, I'll overpower you."
The [Bone-Crushing Hand] originated in the Ming dynasty during the Jiajing Emperor's reign. At that time, the commander of the Imperial guards, when exiled to Dunhuang, comprehended its rudimentary form by the frescoes of the Mogao Grottoes, based on the [Qi Meridian Interception Technique].
Later, in the Qing dynasty during the Qianlong Emperor's reign, its practitioner Su Beichan discovered a fatal flaw hidden within it. As practiced to advanced levels, the tendons in the hand would become tangled and knotted along with the cultivation progress.
Finally, Su Beichan spent more than 20 years incorporating the Emei Nine-Yin Claw Technique from atop the Golden Summit, perfecting it and passing it down to the present, becoming known as a master of the Bone-Crushing Hand.
"That little bastard better hold back, don't force me to break him..."
Compared to the principal's advice, Lin Yue's personality, no matter how defiant, must be suppressed!
...
On the platform.
"Brother Meng, be careful~"
Lin Yue chuckled lightly, but his moves were extremely vicious.
His slender figure cut through the air with a cold gleam, driving the Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada to the extreme. After leaving scattered afterimages in place, he instantly appeared above Meng Chuan's face!
The sharpness at the heart of his fist was chilling at sight, with invisible Sword Qi flickering, aiming straight at Meng Chuan's vital points!
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
Meng Chuan reacted swiftly, stepping into a bow stance, crossing his arms in an X-lock, colliding his iron arms with the Sword Qi, sparking intensely.
"This sissy really hits viciously!"
He was unaware that Lin Yue was rootless, merely attributing it to his eccentric personality.
Before Meng Chuan could make his next move, Lin Yue suddenly exerted force at the wrist, pulling a yellow afterimage with the Bone-Crushing Hand cunningly clawing at his elbow joint.
Meng Chuan's reaction was not slow at all. Relying on his strength, he flipped his wrist violently to shake it off, exploding a ring of turbulent airwaves on the platform.
Immediately, he calmed his Heart Spirit, twisted his waist core to exert force, and with the support of the Doma Iron Leg, he swept across like a solid axe chopping down a mountain!
At this time, Lin Yue had anticipated this early on, his figure drifting back like light smoke, as he retreated, suddenly flicking his wrist, projecting nine silver beams!
This was the —— Xingyi Metal [Sleeve Blade]!
Meng Chuan grunted, his armored body inflated to the fullest extent, and the sharp force of the hand blade collided with his arm, emitting sounds like bell chimes.
"Damn, truly amazing!"
The crowd below the stage said, though they cursed, Lin Yue's strength was still evident to all.
At this moment, the audience below the platform held their breaths, watching the battle above, not daring to breathe heavily.
Meng Chuan did not expect his opponent to have this move. The first strike wasn't blocked in time, and a scratch had already appeared.
As he retreated violently, he secretly circulated his inner energy to stop the bleeding.
Zong Ping and Meng Jiaolong, seeing this scene, couldn't help but worry for Meng Chuan.
"Brother Chuan, be careful!"
He waved backward saying:
"No problem."
After Meng Chuan's stance stabilized, the scratch had already stopped bleeding. He casually swung his arm, leaving only a white mark.
"Brother Meng's turtle shell is indeed solid, how about trying this?"
With the end of his words, Lin Yue's mouth curled into a sinister smile, his figure suddenly transforming into a sharp sword darting in.
Meng Chuan neither dodged nor shielded, close combat was also his specialty!
Amidst the flurry of fist shadows, the two collided dozens of times in an evenly matched battle.
Suddenly!
The hidden force of the Bone-Crushing Hand finally revealed itself, the fingertips no longer emitting an invisible force, but a sinister green poisonous glow!
Meng Chuan's cold sweat poured out, the speed of this yin-yang person was too quick!
"Puchi!"
The claw strike punctured through the Iron Cloth Shirt in an instant, Meng Chuan's pupils contracted sharply.
The snake-like force, though not breaking the skin, felt like a thousand red-hot steel needles piercing into the bone marrow.
All of Meng Chuan's muscles bulged violently, the pain shooting straight to his brain, but his endurance far exceeded an ordinary person's imagination.
While he braced himself, he suddenly exerted force from his foot, the platform sinking slightly with his movement!
Immediately, his right fist, filled with fierce killing intent, smashed down violently!
The air distorted along the path of the fist, as Lin Yue, immersed in the pleasure of inflicting pain on his opponent, reacted.
Facing this unstoppable mighty punch, he urgently circulated his Qi Blood, hastily crossing his arms to block. With a muffled collision, it produced bone-cracking sounds that made one's teeth ache.
Lin Yue's combat awareness was equally strong. Noticing the power gap at the first moment, his hands vibrated with Transformed Strength as he swayed back to dissipate the force.
But Meng Chuan was evidently not about to miss this opportunity, following through directly, his robust figure being unstoppable!
The sound of breaking wind resounded across the platform, the afterimages of the Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada being torn apart by the ensuing punch wind. Lin Yue's entire body was knocked backward, crashing toward the edge of the platform rope.
However, in mid-air, Lin Yue suddenly twisted his body weirdly, raising his head and reaching out backhanded like a poisonous dragon clutching Meng Chuan's right leg!
——Tear!
Lin Yue's Bone-Crushing Hand, with five fingers like hooks, forcibly tore out five blood streaks on Meng Chuan's calf, covered by the Doma Iron Leg!
Meng Chuan grunted directly with a muffled groan, then, without thinking, his big hand enveloped down, grabbing Lin Yue's shoulder intending to exert force.
Lin Yue, like a slippery loach, circled to Meng Chuan's back, his five claws slashing down once more like knives!
His Heart Spirit was highly focused, dodging sideways in the flash, to avoid this extremely powerful claw strike.
On the solid platform built with high technology, five deep claw marks were gouged out.
At that moment, Lin Yue turned back, his eyes increasingly blood-red:
"Now, if you kneel and beg for mercy, I might consider sparing you."
With a complexion like deep water, Meng Chuan's figure stood like a spear piercing the sky.
"Yin-yang person, the one who should kneel is you."
The crowd below roared, their hearts jumping to their throats, no one had ever dared to call Lin Yue a yin-yang person!
"Damn, truly impressive, to dare to say that?"
A classmate of Meng Jiaolong turned to her and said:
"Handsome, brother, Jiaolong will you kiss or not, if not, I'll go!"
"Not really, aren't you a guy?"
Someone hesitated to say:
"Is there a possibility that he doesn't know, Lin Yue's twisted traits..."
"Who the hell cares, just fight it out!"
Hundreds of moves passed, and the two were fully engaged in intense combat.
"I want you dead!"
Lin Yue's tone was no longer teasing, as Meng Chuan's words had thoroughly pierced his heart.
He screamed madly, his figure frenzied like a lightning bolt, stabbing directly at Meng Chuan's chest and spirit platform.
"Madness!"
"As they say, when it doesn't concern you, you stay out of it," the spectators below were completely riled up.
"Take pictures, we have a new hot topic for the forum!"
To the side, Lu Zhuxiao leapt into the air, his True Qi acting as invisible shackles to restrain Lin Yue.
"Hundred moves have passed, halt!"
Lin Yue still wouldn't stop, charging like a mad dog to the left and right.
"This is not up to you!"
Lin Yue's eyes glared at Meng Chuan, as if bleeding, glowing deep crimson.
Lu Zhuxiao's True Qi shackles tightened fiercely, locking him firmly to the ground, unable to move an inch.
Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan spoke in a deep voice:
"Senior, please release him."
Stop just because you've taken advantage? This yin-yang person scratched me, if I don't beat him to a pulp, I won't find peace!
Lu Zhuxiao raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure?"
As the second greatest limit holder, nothing should happen to them with him around, but the extent of injuries was uncertain.
Meng Chuan's body emitted the crackling sound of bones and sinews, with beads of blood seeping from leg wounds, evaporating into a thin red mist over the skin.
"Come on, mad dog."
"Seeking death!"
Freed from the restraints, Lin Yue transformed into a shadow charging forth, his sleeve blades and Heart-Punching Sword intertwined into death traps, killing intent lurked everywhere!
Meng Chuan, unperturbed, stomped his iron leg onto the arena.
The shockwave from the stomping extended, suddenly causing Eight Steps to Catching a Cicada's phantom to stall for half a beat.
He seized this fleeting instant, his iron arm intercepting Lin Yue's true figure.
Then, the tip of his elbow wrapped in fierce wind collided with Lin Yue's vital points!
However, Lin Yue grinned nastily, his hand like a bone-stripping steel whip swiftly wrapping around Meng Chuan's attacking arm.
Bone-Crushing Hand—[Golden Twisting Turn]!
His fingers like hooks, reaching for Meng Chuan's wrist.
At this moment, a sensation akin to slicing through old cowhide came, leaving only shallow white marks.
This was the deep outer membrane refined by Meng Chuan's cultivation technique, already protecting his vital points.
As time went on, Meng Chuan's moves became smoother and more fluid.
He timed it right, locking Lin Yue's wrist and pulling down, his knee striking like a cannon against Lin Yue's abdomen.
Lin Yue relied on his eight barriers of Qi Blood to forcibly halt his roiling internal organs.
Meng Chuan's [Bone Penetration] technique made Lin Yue's breathing begin to falter.
His figure retreated violently, but unfortunately, Meng Chuan's offense showed no sign of weakening, with Eight Extremes killer moves exploding like rolling thunder!
The first strike shattering the Heart-Punching Sword's Qi, the second strike breaking the retreat route of Catching a Cicada, the third strike crashing the castle with Long Fist, fiercely scattering Lin Yue's protective Qi Blood!
"You should wake up, yin-yang person."
Meng Chuan clamped one hand around Lin Yue's neck, lifting him slowly above his head, Four Gates Hard Skills pushed to the extreme, his body humming like an engine nonstop.
The crowd below was dead silent, Meng Chuan standing on the stage like a demon god.
Lin Yue was like defeated weeds, his frantically kicking leg shadows hitting Meng Chuan's waist and abdomen, only producing muffled drum-like thudding sounds.
"It's over."
To the astonishment of the audience below, Meng Chuan swung the Lin Yue held in his hand in a wide arc.
Brutality pressed down!
Boom!!!
As the air wave dissipated on the stage, only Meng Chuan stood towering like an iron tower.
"Yin-yang person."
Unfortunately, Lin Yue could no longer respond to him, only the one standing on the stage at the end had the right to speak!
Lu Zhuxiao walked up, picking up the limp Lin Yue like mud.
He looked at Meng Chuan with a complex expression:
"Xiaomeng, being too fierce is not good, going too far is excessive."
Though he very much hoped someone would properly educate Lin Yue, Meng Chuan's brutal ferocity still opened his eyes wide.
Meng Chuan smiled and said:
"Senior, I reflect on myself."
Lu Zhuxiao gave him another look, imprinting him in his mind, then turned and left.
Lin Yue's injuries were too severe, he must be taken swiftly to the school hospital to find medical martial artists for treatment, to prevent leaving permanent damage.
The audience below, their gazes carried a hint of fear, as Meng Chuan's final swinging image was truly terrifying.
Meng Jiaolong didn't care about this, Meng Chuan avenged her and she was extremely excited.
"So fierce, damn!"
However, someone hesitated and said:
"Zong Ping, your buddy is a bit ruthless..."
"What's ruthless about it? Lin Yue's arrogance has been rampant, a little lesson is good!"
Some students had been tormented by Lin Yue several times, seeing him like a dead dog, their hearts were deeply gratified.
Beside them, a senior who had stayed back a year sighed:
"Ah, indeed talent emerges generation after generation, Lin Yue was already so twisted, yet there are still those stronger than him."