Chapter 2: Chapter 2 – I will cut him down in the competition!

"Bang!"

With a low thud, Su Ming's entire body was thrown into the air, crashing to the ground. It took him a moment to get back on his feet, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Haha! I told you, someone like you could never be my match," Zhao Qing laughed triumphantly. "Among the younger generation of the Su Family, only Su Qinghong has some skill. The rest are just trash. Even Su Qinghong is nothing in front of my brother."

"Bastard!" Su Ming and the other Su Family disciples were furious, but they couldn't refute him.

In martial arts, there are five realms: Bone Fusion, True Martial, Sea Transformation, Void Shattering, and Nirvana.

Bone Fusion is the foundation, typically completed in two to three years, after which one truly steps into the martial path, entering the True Martial Realm.

The True Martial Realm has ten levels.

The younger generation of the Su Family indeed wasn't exceptional.

The only standout, Su Qinghong, had barely entered the tenth level of the True Martial Realm, while Zhao Qing's brother, at just nineteen, had already reached the peak of the tenth level, just a step away from Sea Transformation.

At such an age and cultivation, no one in the Su Family's younger generation could compare.

Of course, this didn't include one person.

And that person had just arrived at the martial arena.

"Hmm?"

The Su Family disciples, including Su Ming, were taken aback upon seeing the newcomer.

"Xiao Ming, are you alright?" Su Xin asked, looking at Su Ming.

"None of your business," Su Ming replied, turning his head away.

Su Xin didn't mind and instead turned to Zhao Qing, his eyes turning cold.

"Su Xin?"

Seeing Su Xin, Zhao Qing's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly sneered, "Oh, it's the young master of the Su Family who fled without a fight on the day of the duel with the Situ Family's disciples?"

He emphasized the words "fled without a fight," making the sarcasm clear to everyone.

Three years ago, he wouldn't have dared to speak to Su Xin like this. He wouldn't even have had the courage to look him in the eye.

But times had changed.

"Su Xin, you coward of the Su Family, a useless person who didn't even dare to fight, you still have the face to come back? If I were you, I'd have found a wall to bash my head against long ago," Zhao Qing laughed, joined by the mocking laughter of those behind him.

Su Xin coldly stared at Zhao Qing. "Zhao Qing, son of Zhao Tianlei, a retainer of the Su Family. Over the years, you and your family have benefited greatly from the Su Family. Let's not mention anything else, but when your father Zhao Tianlei first joined the Su Family, he was only at the mid-Sea Transformation stage. It was with the help of the Su Family's resources that he advanced to the Void Shattering Realm."

"And you, since you began cultivating, haven't you received plenty of resources and pills from the Su Family every month?"

Zhao Qing's expression changed.

"You three are only strong because of the Su Family's resources. In other words, you're just dogs raised by the Su Family. Since when do dogs dare to bark at their masters?" Su Xin said coldly.

"Su Xin, how dare you insult me? Do you think it's still three years ago?" Zhao Qing was furious.

"Three years ago, you were indeed the top of the Su Family's younger generation, reaching the peak of the True Martial tenth level at fifteen. But you were imprisoned in the Magic-Sealing Prison for three whole years!"

"As far as I know, anyone imprisoned there can't sense a trace of spiritual energy, and their cultivation not only doesn't improve but also declines significantly. How much strength do you have left now?"

With that, Zhao Qing sneered and took a step forward, his hand clenched into a fist, surging with spiritual power as he launched a punch at Su Xin.

Su Xin's expression remained cold as he also threw a punch.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and Zhao Qing staggered back a step, while Su Xin retreated three steps.

This scene made Zhao Qing laugh wildly, "Haha! Su Xin, I knew it. No one can be imprisoned in the Magic-Sealing Prison for three years without their cultivation regressing. Three years ago, you were at the peak of the True Martial tenth level, but now you're barely at the threshold of the seventh level, far inferior to me."

"With such cultivation, you dare to be arrogant in front of me? Courting death!"

Zhao Qing sneered and charged again, his right hand glowing faintly like flames, clearly using a martial technique.

"Young Master!"

Hong Shan couldn't help but exclaim.

Nearby, Su Ming and the others also looked tense.

They were worried for Su Xin. From the earlier clash, they could see that Su Xin's current cultivation was only at the initial stage of the True Martial seventh level, while Zhao Qing had reached the peak of the seventh level.

In terms of cultivation, Zhao Qing was clearly much stronger.

"Foolish."

Seeing Zhao Qing's punch coming, Su Xin sneered. Just as the fist, glowing with a faint blood light and carrying formidable power, was about half a foot from him, Su Xin sidestepped, letting the punch graze past him and hit the air.

At the same time, Su Xin raised his hand and slapped Zhao Qing.

"Smack!"

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A crisp slap echoed.

The slap landed squarely on Zhao Qing's face, sending him flying, a bloody tooth spinning through the air.

"Truly foolish."

Su Xin looked down at Zhao Qing, who was struggling to get up, a trace of disdain on his lips. "You think just because your cultivation is slightly higher, you can defeat me? What a joke."

In this world, cultivation is indeed the foundation of strength, but it's not everything.

With the same cultivation, the difference in strength between two people can be vast.

Zhao Qing's cultivation was indeed slightly higher, but his talent was mediocre. In front of a super genius like Su Xin, who had awakened the Supreme Bloodline, Su Xin didn't even need to draw his sword to easily defeat him.

"Zhao Qing, consider this a lesson. Remember, you're just a dog raised by the Su Family. You can't bite the hand that feeds you. If there's a next time, it won't be just a slap," Su Xin said coldly.

"Su Xin, you, you..." Zhao Qing was furious, pointing at Su Xin, unable to form a complete sentence.

Su Xin turned away. "Hong Shan, let's go back."

"Yes." Hong Shan nodded obediently, a hint of undisguised joy on her face.

Nearby, Su Ming and the others were also excited, though they tried to contain it.

But just as Su Xin was about to leave the martial arena...

Zhao Qing finally stood up, his face flushed with anger, and shouted, "Su Xin, just you wait. My brother will be back soon, and I'll make sure he pays you back double for today's humiliation."

"Your brother? Zhao Ling?" Su Xin chuckled.

He had some impression of Zhao Ling, who was indeed considered a talented young man, but compared to him, Zhao Ling was far behind.

At nineteen, Zhao Ling was only at the peak of the True Martial tenth level, while Su Xin had reached that level at fifteen, even before his Supreme Bloodline had awakened.

Even with his current decline in cultivation, catching up to Zhao Ling wouldn't be too difficult.

"Su Xin, don't pretend not to care. I'm telling you, the Su Family Sword Command Token competition is next month. My brother will participate, and with his strength, the token will surely be his. He will become the leader of the Su Family's younger generation, and everyone will have to respect him, including you!"

"The Sword Command Token competition?" Su Xin's expression finally changed.

The Su Family Sword Command Token, historically, there were only two. One was held by the family head, representing supreme authority.

The other was held by the top of the younger generation, granting the authority of the young clan leader outside.

The Sword Command Token had always been contested internally by the Su Family, always held by someone with the surname Su. Outsiders never had the right to compete.

But now...

"I didn't expect Zhao Tianlei's faction to have pressured the family to this extent, even having a say in the Sword Command Token competition," Su Xin's expression darkened.

If the Su Family's Sword Command Token were controlled by an outsider, the Su Family would become a complete joke.

"Zhao Qing!"

Su Xin turned, his cold eyes like a reaper's, staring at Zhao Qing.

"Listen carefully, go back and tell Zhao Ling, only someone with the surname Su is qualified to hold the Su Family Sword Command Token. If he dares to covet it... I will cut him down in the competition!"

With that, Su Xin left decisively.

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