Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 324: Attack Together! The Pavilion Master’s Surname is Luo?

Chapter 324: Chapter 324: Attack Together! The Pavilion Master’s Surname is Luo?

When Wang Kunyang was talking, another disciple from the Fierce Cloud Sect also stepped forward.

The two men positioned themselves on either side of Luo Cheng, surrounding him and glaring like tigers eyeing prey!

"This guy has angered Wang Kunyang. He’s in for real trouble now! Even if he survives, he’s bound to lose a layer of skin!"

"Haha, serves him right! He didn’t even gauge his own weight and dared to spout off nonsense. Wang Kunyang isn’t someone you can mess with. With over eight hundred thousand pounds of brute force, his punches and kicks are unparalleled! Fighting him means either a broken arm or a broken leg! Let’s see how he ends up!"

Luo Cheng’s invitation to this place had already left many in the crowd feeling disgruntled.

Now seeing Wang Kunyang and the other disciple making trouble for Luo Cheng, they all displayed expressions eager to watch the drama unfold.

Luo Cheng stopped in his tracks and glanced at Wang Kunyang.

"What do you want?"

Before Wang Kunyang could speak, the lean and wiry disciple beside him immediately barked with an evil sneer:

"Simple. Kneel down and apologize, and we’ll spare you today!"

Luo Cheng’s gaze turned cold.

Meanwhile, the maid from Lingyun Pavilion was beside herself, sweating profusely.

Just as she was at a loss for what to do, a crisp reprimanding voice came from behind her:

"Lingyun Pavilion forbids fighting. What are you doing?!"

A Mu stepped out of the mansion, looking at Wang Kunyang and the other disciple with a gaze as icy as frost, exuding a natural aura of authority.

Wang Kunyang frowned slightly but remained unwilling to let Luo Cheng off so easily. He mocked Luo Cheng, saying:

"Kid, didn’t you just say that strength isn’t measured by words alone? Or is your mouth the only weapon you’ve got? I won’t bully you. If you can take just one punch from me, I’ll leave immediately, and I’ll even apologize to you without a second word!"

"If you don’t dare accept, then it proves my junior brother is right: all of you Xuanyuan Sect members are nothing but trash!"

Luo Cheng sneered. "Don’t bother trying to provoke me. If you want to fight, then fight."

He turned toward A Mu and said, "Let me handle them first."

A Mu’s eyes flickered with an unusual expression, but she said nothing and stepped aside without objection.

Luo Cheng turned his attention back to Wang Kunyang and his companion, speaking indifferently:

"You two can come at me together."

As these words left his lips, everyone around was utterly stunned.

Not only did he refuse to bow to Wang Kunyang, but he actively provoked them, declaring that he’d take them both on at the same time. Was he joking?!

Could a person really be this insanely arrogant?

Wang Kunyang’s face darkened, and he sneered viciously. "You want both of us to attack together? You truly think highly of yourself! When I say I’ll defeat you with one punch, I mean one punch! Prepare yourself!"

With a long roar, Wang Kunyang’s body radiated strands of fiery red energy as his aura surged dramatically. His fists turned blazing red, no longer appearing flesh and blood but like burning hot iron!

"That’s the Purple Sun Fist of the Fierce Cloud Sect! He’s generating Fire Power! Wang Kunyang’s mastery of the Purple Sun Fist is already near the Great Achievement Realm!"

"The Purple Sun Fist is a Five-star Fist Technique. Once you cultivate Fire Power, it can burn through an opponent’s protective essence energy! Its destructive power is overwhelming! This kid is definitely doomed!"

"He might not die outright—it is Lingyun Pavilion after all; Wang Kunyang wouldn’t dare go too far. But losing a layer of skin is certain!"

Watching Wang Kunyang unleash the Purple Sun Fist, the crowd shook their heads collectively.

"Defeat!"

With a step forward, Wang Kunyang instantly appeared before Luo Cheng, throwing a direct punch.

The movement was straightforward and unrefined, yet incredibly domineering—the sound of air tearing was akin to thunder!

Luo Cheng chuckled coldly and threw a punch of his own. The air rippled like water, bursting into layers of explosive shockwaves.

Bang!

Their fists collided, compressing the air and blasting it outward, sending violent gusts rampaging through the garden!

What happened next took everyone by surprise.

The first to falter was Wang Kunyang. His sleeve burst apart violently, exposing his skin, which cracked open as a clear sound of bone fracturing rang sharply.

Ahh!

Blood spewed from his mouth as his body, like a battered sack, flew sideways, crashing into a distant pavilion over a hundred meters away and reducing it to rubble. He lay buried in the debris, his fate uncertain!

Silence!

A deafening silence!

The garden fell eerily quiet; everyone stared blankly at Luo Cheng.

Unperturbed, Luo Cheng turned to the other disciple from Fierce Cloud Sect.

The disciple’s scalp immediately tingled with terror, his hands and feet going ice cold. He didn’t believe for a moment that he was stronger than Wang Kunyang!

Escape!

Without the slightest hesitation, the disciple sprinted out of the garden at full speed.

"Stay down!"

Luo Cheng’s figure flickered and intercepted him, raising a palm to strike.

"No!"

The wiry Fierce Cloud Sect disciple’s face contorted with shock as he frantically channeled his protective essence energy.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Explosive sounds rang continuously, accompanied by splashes of blood. A battered figure soaked in blood was sent flying, landing motionless beside Wang Kunyang.

"He defeated Wang Kunyang with one punch!"

"But Wang Kunyang is a cross-training martial artist! That’s way too fierce!"

The crowd gazed at Luo Cheng in astonishment.

A Mu’s eyes also brightened slightly as admiration flickered in her heart. She thought to herself, "In just two or three days, his cultivation has somehow broken through to the Third Layer of the Tongxuan Realm. His progress is simply astounding!"

Composing her thoughts, A Mu softly clapped her hands and gave instructions:

"Throw them out."

"Yes!"

Several Lingyun Pavilion guards swooped in, dragging Wang Kunyang and the disciple away as if hauling lifeless dogs.

The crowd finally snapped out of their daze, and some people recognized A Mu as the Pavilion Master’s personal maid. They immediately stepped forward:

"I am Yuan Kang from the Yuan Family in Tieyan City, here to pay my respects to the Pavilion Master."

"I am Ye Cheng from the Prince Jing Mansion..."

"I am Han Shihai from the Han Family in the Imperial City..."

In an instant, the gathered crowd started announcing their names one after another, representing major forces of the Great Yue Dynasty, hoping A Mu would introduce them to the Pavilion Master.

A Mu maintained an expressionless face and said coolly:

"The Pavilion Master is not accepting guests today. Please leave."

Turning around, A Mu respectfully said to Luo Cheng, "Mr. Luo, please."

Luo Cheng followed A Mu into the mansion, leaving behind a crowd filled with peculiar expressions.

After a long pause, someone let out a small cough, breaking the awkward silence.

"Who is this guy? Defeating Wang Kunyang with just one punch... Since when does the Xuanyuan Sect have someone this formidable?"

"This man’s surname is Luo. Could it be... him?!"

"Who?"

"Luo Cheng! The guy with the Wasted Martial Soul who swept through the Crown Prince Hall of the Xuanyuan Sect and became the Chief Disciple of the Outer Sect!"

"So his name is Luo Cheng!"

The results of the Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Sect competition had already spread through Linjiang City.

However, the topic of discussion among most people had centered around the strange fact that someone with a Wasted Martial Soul had risen to become the Chief Disciple of the Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Sect!

As for Luo Cheng’s name, not many people had bothered to remember it.

Now that the crowd had pieced things together, they were momentarily shaken. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"This year’s Three Sects Martial Arts Competition at Jinyu Peak is going to be impressive!"

One person sighed.

Inside the mansion, the luxurious courtyard was spacious with pavilions, towers, spirit flowers, spirit grass, ancient purple bamboo, and a plethora of other treasures.

Walking along a winding stone path, Luo Cheng conversed with A Mu.

"Mr. Luo, I apologize for what happened earlier," A Mu suddenly said.

Luo Cheng looked surprised. "What incident?"

A Mu’s cheeks flushed slightly. "During the auction, A Mu was quite disrespectful."

Luo Cheng recalled the events in the private room and smiled. "I forgot about it long ago. By the way, A Mu, does your Pavilion Master’s surname happen to be Luo?"

A Mu smiled mischievously, blinking playfully.

"Mr. Luo, you might as well ask her yourself."