All of them were Earth Realm martial artists. None of the individuals who broke into the top ten of the Dragon Country Martial Rankings were weak.
Jiang Xingjin's strength was truly not weak, otherwise, he wouldn't have made it to the third round of the Martial Rankings competition.
One step further, and it would be either becoming a King or entering the national team... but it seemed he was destined to stop here.
Although these aristocratic families and sects had long anticipated this situation, they still found it agonizingly difficult to breathe when truly facing Chen Jiuyang's retaliation.
Jiang Xingjin was also a prodigy; in their eyes, he should not have suffered such a humiliating experience!
People have flesh and blood hearts.
Chen Jiuyang unleashed another punch, once again showing the world his unparalleled and domineering strength.
Many people believed Chen Jiuyang always had his saber in hand and only practiced saber techniques, but they never expected him to possess such profound attainments in fist techniques.
Some were happy, while others were dejected.
However, they all shared a misconception: Chen Jiuyang's Divine Ability Invincible Path allowed his qi and blood to condense without dispersing. This meant he possessed immense power not only with his fists but also with his legs and other limbs.
Someone standing at a vantage point remarked:
"Among the younger generation, perhaps only Yan Hongming in the current Martial Rankings can contend with Chen Jiuyang."
"Shu Mountain's Ye Tiannan possesses a natural sword body and can wield sword intent even at the Earth Realm, so he can also contend."
"Our Dragon Country's young generation of patriotic martial artists is formidable. Next year's National Fortune Battle should not be disappointing!"
"Shu Mountain indeed has two prodigy martial artists in this generation, which is quite impressive."
After a period of silence, many began to discuss.
The actions taken by these sects and families previously were not wrong. If Chen Jiuyang were to be stopped, one of the five King positions would have belonged to these sects and families.
But in the end, they still failed to prevent Chen Jiuyang from entering the capital.
On the stage.
"Cough, cough..."
Jiang Xingjin, barely clinging to life, spat out blood. Then, his body swayed precariously as he stood up, leaning on his saber. He was utterly disheveled, completely devoid of his previous arrogant and ferocious demeanor.
He also no longer possessed that arrogance, nor the certainty that Chen Jiuyang couldn't kill him.
His eyes were now filled only with pain and fear.
Chen Jiuyang, standing on the other side of the stage with his hands behind his back, his voice carried calmly:
"Jiang Xingjin, the first move has passed. Do you need time to recover?"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of many from the aristocratic families turned red. Chen Jiuyang was repaying them in kind for how they had humiliated him before.
"I..."
Jiang Xingjin suddenly found he could speak again and quickly said, "I want to sur..."
He intended to say he wanted to surrender, but before the words could fully escape his lips, they abruptly stopped. He couldn't speak, which completely plunged Jiang Xingjin's heart to the bottom.
Chen Jiuyang's methods were truly sinister.
The referee's eyes flickered with a hint of confusion. What was Jiang Xingjin saying? He wanted to...
?
Even though he knew in his heart that Jiang Xingjin wanted to surrender, the referee could only pretend not to see it.
This was the Dragon Country Martial Rankings, not a petty family brawl. To compete for a position on this stage, one had to be prepared for the corresponding risks.
Because in future world competitions representing the Dragon Country, this would be the rule; you would face many unpredictable tactics.
"It seems you don't need recovery..."
Chen Jiuyang's cold voice sounded calmly, spreading out.
"..."
"Chen Jiuyang possessing such minor techniques would be extremely practical in the World Martial Rankings competition..."
"Indeed."
...
"Since that's the case, I will deliver the second move..."
As Chen Jiuyang's voice fell, Jiang Xingjin's expression changed drastically, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but he had no way to express his suffering.
"Rumble!"
A magnificent punch rose again, directed at him.
In contrast to before, as this punch was delivered, Chen Jiuyang did not maintain his punching posture. Instead, his hands were clasped behind his back, and he looked at Jiang Xingjin with a calm gaze.
The fist shadow of this punch, as it struck towards Jiang Xingjin, did not dissipate after sending Jiang Xingjin flying as before. Instead, the fist shadow pressed down upon Jiang Xingjin, making him feel as if he were carrying a mountain. His bones creaked and cracked, and then with a 'crack,' they shattered.
Many people were visibly shaken. The Divine Ability Invincible Path had not appeared for hundreds of years, so long that most people were unaware of its method of exertion.
After Chen Jiuyang threw this punch, the fist shadow did not dissipate; it remained!
With a single punch, it crushed countless bones in Jiang Xingjin, causing him to cough up fragments of internal organs. His body was pressed onto the stage floor, his form distorted, rendering him immobile. With such terrifying power in his punch, Chen Jiuyang could clearly have killed Jiang Xingjin, yet Jiang Xingjin still had a breath left; he was alive.
This was naked humiliation, as well as a humiliation and provocation to those behind Jiang Xingjin!
Some gloated, some observed indifferently, and many more became curious about Chen Jiuyang's punch and martial path.
"Is this the difference between the Divine Ability Invincible Path and the Divine Might Imprisoning Path..."
"Within the same realm, combat power far exceeds that of peers!"
"Such a martial path should become the mainstream of our Dragon Country's martial arts, but why are we following the Divine Might Imprisoning Path..."
"If all our Dragon Country's martial artists practiced this domineering martial art path, why would we have paid such a heavy price in the National Fortune Battle sixty years ago!"
From different angles and standpoints, everyone's thoughts varied.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands, even millions, of martial artists, the techniques of the Divine Ability Invincible Path prompted much contemplation.
"In next year's National Fortune Battle, Chen Jiuyang should give those people a surprise!" a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit said. Chen Jiuyang's entry into the Dragon Country Martial Rankings was almost a certainty, unchangeable by anyone.
"Creak! Creak!"
Jiang Haoran watched this scene from the spectator stands, his face ashen, his eyes extremely sinister, his fists almost crushed.
The most talented prodigy of his Jiang family had been so humiliated by Chen Jiuyang, making him feel as if his lungs were about to explode, yet he was powerless against Chen Jiuyang.
If it hadn't been for Jiang Xingjin, he wouldn't have intervened to trouble Chen Jiuyang. Who would have expected Chen Jiuyang's revenge to be so fierce.
Regret... it was already too late...
When Chen Jiuyang's punch had left Jiang Xingjin with only half a breath, near death, Chen Jiuyang slowly raised a hand and made a retracting gesture. Only then did the magnificent fist shadow gradually dissipate.
This action alone caused countless people's pupils to contract.
Such an incredibly domineering move could be actively controlled to disperse and condense at will?
No wonder!
No wonder!
No wonder hundreds of martial artists who had surrounded and killed Chen Jiuyang before could not break through Chen Jiuyang's saber-like phantom.
Some people's expressions turned completely grim. Chen Jiuyang's revenge would absolutely not end here. After the Martial Rankings concluded, the revenge of Shu Mountain and Chen Jiuyang would arrive.
And Chen Jiuyang refused to communicate with them.
After the punch, Jiang Xingjin's consciousness was almost blurred, and his body was nearly crippled. Half an hour passed on the stage, and only then did Jiang Xingjin's finger twitch. Like a dying dog, he began to crawl towards the edge of the stage.
"Oh?"
Chen Jiuyang's eyes were as placid as a deep well, and he said indifferently:
"Finally moving, Jiang Xingjin. I went easy on you, why could you still not withstand it? You—"
"Are too useless."
"Disappointing."