Chapter 9: The dazzling big boss ? ?
The training ground erupted into chaos.
No one could believe what they had just witnessed. Qin Ze, once the prodigy, the crown prince, and the rising star of the Qin family, defeated Qin Kun, who boasted an intact dantian and was a ninth-level warrior, with just a single blow?
And it was a crushing victory, akin to an instant kill.
Was this still the discarded waste of the Qin family, the laughingstock of Qinghe City?
Was this still the lowly servant at the Hibiscus Tavern, the despicable lowlife mocked by everyone's lips?
The crowd's minds seemed to twist and turn, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events. The vast training ground suddenly became oppressively silent, eerily quiet.
Hundreds of eyes fixed on Qin Ze, who stood with sharp, haughty eyes.
His move declared the return of the prodigy Qin Ze.
To defeat Qin Kun with a single blow, even a ninth-level warrior might find it challenging. How did Qin Ze manage it? Was his cultivation truly only at the first level of a warrior, or had he reached a terrifying stage?
After a long moment, the training ground erupted into tumult.
The former prodigy had returned, brutally defeating Qin Kun, who had ridiculed him for five years, and stamping him beneath his feet. Most people present had mocked Qin Ze and refused to associate with him, but now, as they gazed into his stern eyes, a strange sense of fear crept into their hearts.
"Young master, aren't we being a bit too high-profile?"
Meng Lei brushed the dust off his clothes, grinning widely as he watched Qin Kun lying motionless on the ground, feeling immense satisfaction.
"High-profile?"
Qin Ze chuckled. "This is merely a show of strength, to let all those who have wronged me know that I'm back."
"Well said, 'I'm back'..."
A fierce roar echoed through the air above the training ground, and before the sound could fade, a giant hand suddenly reached out towards Qin Ze.
Qin Ze froze for a moment, his brows furrowing as his legs moved like unleashed horses, retreating rapidly yet with chaotic order.
"See where you can hide now..."
Another cold snarl echoed, and the giant hand accelerated, sealing off all of Qin Ze's escape routes.
With nowhere to hide and no way to avoid, it seemed as if he had fallen into an absolute dead end.
What had just been a satisfying defeat of Qin Kun had now transformed into an exhilarating victory, a peak confrontation akin to a legendary battle, The continuous shocks resounded deeply in their hearts.
Qin Ze stood up, his gaze directed towards a spot in the crowd. Following his line of sight, the people gradually dispersed, revealing Qin Xiangtian with a furious expression, his eyes locked onto Qin Ze, his body trembling with rage.
As a peak Quliang realm cultivator with profound qi gong, to be dispelled with a single palm strike was nothing short of humiliation, a blatant insult.
Qin Xiangtian's face grew increasingly ugly, his fists clenched tight, bones creaking, as he advanced towards Qin Ze with eerie steps, a dense aura of killing intent emanating from him.
He had decided on murder.
Qin Ze's eyes widened, a sudden shift in expression revealing a look of wild joy. His heart couldn't help but flutter.
"Has he been stunned by the impact?"
"He's actually smiling? Doesn't he realize that the Elder has decided on killing him?"
"Young Master, Young Master..."
In Qin Ze's eyes, Qin Xiangtian was no longer a mere human.
He was a colossal BOSS, a gleaming golden BOSS.
At that moment, a radiant aura rose from Qin Xiangtian's feet, his entire body shimmering with golden light, just like a BOSS from a game.
Qin Ze never imagined that besides monstrous beasts, humans could also become BOSSes.
"So, besides killing monsters, killing humans can also grant upgrades?"
The intense revelation caused Qin Ze to inexplicably burst into laughter. To say that he wasn't worried now would be a lie. After all, he was only at the sixth level of the Martial Path, how could he possibly be a match for Qin Xiangtian?
However, just now, when he unleashed tens of thousands of points of qigong, he sensed that there was more than one expert at the Spirit Gathering realm present. The aura emanating from one of them was even more formidable than Qin Xiangtian's. In the Qin family, there was only one person more powerful than Qin Xiangtian—Qin Zhantian, the patriarch of the Qin clan.
Qin Ze's qigong reserves were now down to mere hundreds of points, far from enough to activate the Dragon and Elephant Void Scripture. Yet he stood firm, unafraid, gambling on one thing.
Gambling that Qin Zhantian would intervene.
The fact that he could defeat Qin Kun with a single move and withstand the giant hand condensed from Qin Xiangtian's Invisible Divine Skill proved one thing: he was a genius.
A once-in-a-century genius of the Qin family.
Facing Qin Ze, with his exceptional talent, profound qigong, and limitless potential, would Qin Zhantian really allow Qin Xiangtian to continue his persecution?
Of course not.