Chapter 57: What Kind of Heaven-defying Talent is this?
Jiang Teng landed two meters away from Huang Xiaolong . A brutal light shone in his eyes, suddenly a palm struck out aimed at Huang Xiaolongâs chest .
Huang Xiaolong watched Jiang Tengâs palm coming at his chest . Suddenly, a strong battle qi aura broke out from Huang Xiaolongâs body; like a broken dam, like a thousand-year-old volcano eruption . It happened so suddenly, and was so shocking, that before anyone could react Huang Xiaolong had punched out . The light from his fist soared sky high and in the blink of an eye struck Jiang Tengâs torso!
âBoom!â
There was an explosion, Jiang Teng screamed in pain as his little body reeled back . With every step he took, blood spurted out from his mouth until he finally stopped more than ten steps later .
The sacred light that shrouded his body early dispersed from the impact; the Sacred Bright Tiger behind him dimmed, a tigerâs mightiness vanished turning into a sick cat .
All present were stunned!
The square was silent as if time froze, unmoving .
Whether it was the First Yearâs new students or the older students, everyone had temporarily lost their minds after seeing what had just transpired . Apart from a blank whiteness in their mind, there was only white blankness .
Possessing superb talent martial spirit, Sacred Bright Tiger, the Fourth Order Warrior, Jiang Teng, Cosmic Star Academyâs most talented genius in over a hundred years, lost!
One punch!
âImpossible, this cannot be! Didnât he register with a recommendation letter? How could he defeat Jiang Teng?â Xiong Meiqi was rooted to the spot, as she shook her head in denial, refusing to believe what she had just witnessed .
In the far corner, the words âfour breathsâ had just come out from Su Zhang, and stunned, he turned towards Xiong Chu whose mouth had formed an âoâ, his jaw, nearly dropping .
âFour . . . , peak late-Fourth Order!â Xiong Chuâs tongue was in a knot .
The punch Huang Xiaolong sent out just now contained a peak late-Fourth Order battle qi .
Jiang Teng wiped off the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and saw the unsightly blood patches on his robes, âMy . . . this is my blood?â Like the others around the ring, he couldnât believe that he was hurt!
Hearing that, Huang Xiaolong sneered coldly, âIf the Blood flowing from your mouth isnât yours, is it mine?â As his question ended, Huang Xiaolong walked towards Jiang Teng without any sense of hurry .
âYou?!â Jiang Teng actually showed fear as he watched the approaching Huang Xiaolong and involuntarily inched back . The previous pride and arrogance had disappeared completely to be replaced with un-surmounted fear . Thatâs right, fear!
âPeak late-Fourth Order! The peak late-Fourth Order, how can this wastrel be a peak late-Fourth Order Warrior!â He muttered to himself, repeating it over and over again . Even at this point in time, the situation hadnât hit him yet; his mind was set to assume that all those who enrolled into the Academy with a recommendation letter were useless wastes!
Waste? Catching the words Jiang Teng was muttering, Huang Xiaolongâs silhouette flashed . A palm struck out, startling Jiang Teng, by the time he tried to raise his hands to block it, Huang Xiaolongâs palm already hit his chest .
âPa!â Mixed into the sound of the loud attack was the sound of breaking bones . Hit by Huang Xiaolongâs palm, Jiang Teng felt as if all of his internal organs were shattered; a terrible energy was drilling around in his body, constantly biting and tearing his insides apart .
Sadly, just as a painful groan was about to escape his mouth, Huang Xiaolong struck out with a second palm and then a third one ⌠fifth palm . In just a short time, Huang Xiaolong had hit Jiang Teng more than a dozen times; one after another sound of âpipipalaâ rang out as bones broke! Huang Xiaolong made sure that his strikes didnât send Jiang Teng out of the ring area even after more than ten strikes, but by then Jiang Tengâs chest had already caved in and Jiang Teng bent over in pain like a cooked lobster .
The horrible energy from Huang Xiaolongâs palm kept tearing his insides; under the pain, tears finally flowed from Jiang Tengâs eyes!
The rare, super genius, the one thatâs hard to find even one in a hundred years, daring to challenge all new students and defeating seven people straight was now beaten till he cried by Huang Xiaolong!
Everyone looked at the bent and crying Jiang Teng, yet no one had any thoughts for hi . Throats were swallowing nervously all around .
This was not some battle assessment, it simply was an appalling wallop!
Some of the new students turned their heads awayâ they couldnât bear to look anymore .
âI, I,â Jiang Teng struggled up, exerting all his energy trying to cry out and  admit his loss, but before the sentence could be said, Huang Xiaolong sent another palm strike cutting off his words .
âEnough, stop! I said stop!â At this time, the stunned Xiong Meiqi finally regained her wits and cried out in anger; then, her palm struck out, separating Huang Xiaolong and Jiang Teng from each other .
Being separated, Jiang Teng tumbled down instantly, his body twitching on the ground with blood streaming down from the corner of his mouth .
âJiang Teng! Jiang Teng!â Xiong Meiqi propped Jiang Teng up quickly in a panic .
Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu in the distant corner saw Jiang Teng tumbling down and they were awakened from their daze with the shouting and screaming: this was not good!
The two figures flashed and appeared before the new students .
âPrincipal, Vice-Principal!â
Recognizing Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu, all the students quickly greeted them . Even Xiong Meiqi was surprised .
Sun Zhang and Xiong Chuâs minds werenât on the surroundings; immediately squatting down, one hand fell on the left side and another hand fell one on the right, checking Jiang Tengâs pulse, and transferring battle qi into his body .
Xiong Meiqi and the students held their breath, watching nervously .
This is Cosmic Star Academyâs Principal, Sun Zhang? Huang Xiaolong observed the pair of larger than average ears . He heard from Marshal Haotian before that Sun Zhangâs ears werenât born this way, but it became like this due to him cultivating an Earth level battle skill .
At this time, Li Lu who watched Huang Xiaolong âflattenâ Jiang Teng into a pancake with the crowd realized something and went to Huang Xiaolongâs side and asked in a worried voice, âXiaolong, will theyâŚ?â
Jiang Teng was Principalâs and Vice-Principalâs pro-disciple, and Huang Xiaolong beat him into this state . What if both of them expelled Huang Xiaolong in anger, thenâŚ?
Huang Xiaolong, however, looked indifferent and comforted Li Lu, saying, âItâs nothing . â
A while later, Sun Zhang and Xiong Chu stopped transferring battle qi into Jiang Tengâs body and retrieved their hands; looking at each other, they both could feel the otherâs shock .
Just now, when they were transferring battle qi into Jiang Tengâs body to heal him, they found an extremely hostile battle qi within and the quality and thickness had almost reached their state of cultivation .
And this high quality battle qi was left by Huang Xiaolongâs palm .
Exchanging a knowing look unnoticeable by others, this matter was kept between them two . What made them felt relieved was that Jiang Teng wasnât wasted and could still cultivate! Otherwise, they wouldâve felt like crying .
Both of them turned to look at Huang Xiaolong standing five to six meters away as if they were looking at a peerless treasure .
Peak late-Fourth Order! Huang Xiaolong was more or less about the same age as Jiang Teng; not even ten years old but he already reached the peak late-Fourth order! What kind of heaven-defying talent was this!
If Jiang Tengâs martial spirits was the grade eleven Sacred Bright Tiger, then what was Huang Xiaolongâs? The two authority figures were trembling with excitementâ could it be a top grade eleven martial spirit?