Yang Qi's supercharged leg smashed into Elder Vajra's Ironhead Technique.
Bzzzz—ripples spread out from the point of impact, distorting the air within three meters. Where the ripples passed, the gravel on the ground bounced like water shattered by sound waves. Then, with a thunderous crack, the earth collapsed and fractured. Like a rocket launch, torrents erupted from a one-meter circle centered on where Yang Qi's left foot landed.
And then, everyone finally heard the sound.
CLANG! Like a war drum, like a morning bell. Power against power—no tricks, just pure force. If the onlookers had second-level super vision, they’d see Elder Vajra’s face rippling and contorting like a stormy sea, his features squished together in agony.
In this wildest clash, it’s win or lose—no such thing as a draw.
Then, Elder Vajra spat out a mouthful of blood and went flying. His head spun, the world went dark. He tumbled uncontrollably through the air, spinning and rolling, everything a blur, his mind filled with thunder. He felt like every part of him crashed through every kind of obstacle.
With one kick, he went from the front yard to the back.
“Hraaah—!” Elder Vajra forced up his qi, spun midair, and stomped the ground hard. Ssssh—his feet carved two long trenches in the earth, smoke rising from his soles, but at least he managed to stop.
“Wada!” came a shout from above. The burly old man flinched—he’d come to dread that sound. He looked up to see Yang Qi diving down from the sky, aiming a stomp at his head: “Keep going, keep going! Let’s have another round!”
“You bastard—!” Bracing his stance, Elder Vajra struck upward with both palms, unleashing: “Vajra Chain Palms!”
Bang bang bang bang! Yang Qi and Elder Vajra—one in the air, one on the ground—traded kicks and punches nonstop. Elder Vajra’s face twisted in agony as he struggled to keep up, but Yang Qi was having the time of her life, not even breaking a sweat. She unleashed her full weight, alternating stomps with a devilish rhythm: “Take my Tap Dance Grand Stomp!”
So fast, unbelievably fast.
Elder Vajra suddenly felt like he was standing under a waterfall, endless waves crashing down with impossible force. His hands slowed, and for the first time in ages, he felt weak and powerless.
Arms, shoulders, head—he took kick after kick, heavy and light, in dizzying succession. Through the haze, he realized the blows even had a rhythm! He forced his eyes open and looked up—Yang Qi was leaping and spinning, arms outstretched, kicking and bouncing like she was actually dancing!
This—!!
The thunderous impacts had turned into music? Was she really toying with him… or rather, stomping him into submission?!
Elder Vajra gritted his teeth, furious, eyes wide and mouth open, ready to roar. But Yang Qi lowered her head, eyebrows arched: “Sneaking a peek from below? Look at my foot!” Wham—a kick to his face sent stars spinning before his eyes, and his roar died in his throat.
The spectators who rushed to the backyard all froze in their tracks, every single one of them stunned.
Amid heavy blows, explosive gusts, and swirling dust, Yang Qi danced in midair. Her white hair flew, her smile shone, stomping and clapping, even spinning as she stomped. With a spin and a toss of her head, she looked like a peerless dancer and musician, reveling in pure joy. And beneath her feet, Elder Vajra was her 'stage' and 'instrument,' hammered into the ground like a nail.
“Jackson Spin!” Whoosh—three rapid spins, Yang Qi twisted three and a half times in the air, landed, and bowed to the audience—perfect~~
"Hm? Something’s missing here. Where’s the applause?"
“Waaah—!!” “Boss—!!” Instantly, a wave of cheers erupted. The No One Under Heaven crew jumped and hollered in excitement. As for the war with the Vajra Sect? Ha! The Vajra folks were all dumbstruck—who were they even fighting now?
Oh, wait—there’s still one left.
Yang Qi bent down and patted Elder Vajra’s head. His body was buried in the ground, leaving only his head sticking out.
Elder Vajra’s eyes swam, but suddenly he roared at the sky: “Aaaahhh—!!! How could I lose to a lowly woman?!” His face turned purplish-red, veins bulging on his head. He unleashed his Toad Style with reckless abandon, eyes blazing. Crack—the ground split as he tried to break free.
"Lowly woman?" Shadows crept across Yang Qi’s face as she let out a cold laugh: "A pervert who steals hair, acting all noble? If you’re begging for it, I’ll oblige!"
Whoosh—Yang Qi leaned forward, right leg raised high like a battle spear pointed at the sky. Last time she kicked Lady Simone, she held back for fun, but this time she could really let loose. Ever tried kicking a soccer ball with everything you’ve got on a wide open field? That wild, carefree release is addictive. The best part? No need to hold back—just unleash pure violence.
The harder you go, the better it feels.
So let’s go all out!
Whoosh—Supreme Skill surged through her veins, blazing inner power driving her body, blood and energy fully unleashed. Dragon-shaped qi coiled around her leg, spirit at max. Yang Qi brought back a legendary battle technique: Heavenly King Ghost Slash!
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Ssssh—her kick sliced through the air, almost sparking flames from the friction. Even before impact, the sheer force made everyone squint. Every heart leapt to their throat—this was terrifying power.
Meanwhile, Elder Vajra’s head glowed with a dark light. Shock, rage, shame, hatred—all swirling inside him as he pushed his Ironhead Technique to a level never seen before. He ducked his head, bracing the toughest part to meet Yang Qi’s kick. And honestly, he really wanted to shout—
How the hell was I supposed to know that was your hair?!
If I’d known it was hair, why the hell would I even want it?!
And for the record, I’m not even the one who stole your damn hair—!!!
Boom! The ground exploded like it was hit by a missile. From the point of impact, a huge swath of earth and gravel blew out like a tidal wave, sweeping across a wide arc. Elder Vajra became a blur, smashing through building after building in White Camel Manor. The wind from his flight kicked up a long line of dust.
Kaboom! Elder Vajra crashed through the entire manor, finally slamming into a fake mountain. Crack—the rock split with fine lines. He spat blood, slid down, and slumped against the rock, looking like every bone in his body had shattered.
“Wada—!” came a roar from above. Yang Qi accelerated in place, charging like a flying dragon and galloping horse. She spun in midair, her pale foot swinging with brutal force—a fierce Dragon Tail Strike: “Take this—die!”
A storm hit. In this final moment, Elder Vajra suddenly shouted: “I surrender—!”
Whoosh—Yang Qi suddenly stopped, right in front of him. Her foot hovered less than a foot from Elder Vajra’s face. Even though she’d halted, the wind from her kick blasted his hair straight back. Pebbles and debris flew off the fake mountain. In the raging wind, strands of gray-white hair scattered—Elder Vajra’s scalp now had a huge bald patch.
“I…” Elder Vajra clenched his steel teeth, but finally bowed his head to Yang Qi. It was like he’d lost all his dignity, and he admitted again: “I surrender…”
Only now could they see the bald spot—shaped exactly like a footprint, the imprint of Yang Qi’s sole. Not only had the kick stripped all the hair, it had dented his skull. That kick utterly defeated his Ironhead Technique, leaving a permanent groove in his head.
Elder Vajra knew if Yang Qi kicked him again, he’d be a goner for real.
But Yang Qi tilted her head, looked him over, and finally lowered her foot with a snort: “Not bad—your Ironhead’s tough. That head of yours is really something.”
“I…” That one sentence from his enemy made Elder Vajra emotional—almost teary. Honor, shame, relief, and disappointment flooded him. His dream of invincibility shattered, but the person who beat him hadn’t used a single trick. She’d defeated him fair and square, at his strongest, with no dispute.
A hundred feelings swirled in his heart. Elder Vajra looked up at the goddess before him, ready to die but wanting to understand: “What technique was that?”
Yang Qi raised an eyebrow: “You really want to know?”
Elder Vajra nodded eagerly, looking up with hope: “I do!”
Yang Qi suddenly flashed a devilish grin: “Not telling you~”
Pffft—Elder Vajra spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted, eyes rolling back...
Twenty minutes later, Elder Vajra obediently stood beside Yang Qi, holding a box in his hands.
Yang Qi took the box and opened it—inside was a black ointment. She dabbed some on her fingertip, sniffed it, and found it pretty pungent. But it felt special, so she smeared it on her arm.
“Oh?? This stuff works great! What’s it called… Black Jade Bone Renewal Balm?” She could feel her bone injury healing faster. Yang Qi beamed and patted Elder Vajra’s shoulder: “Old man, I want the recipe for this too!”
Elder Vajra could only nod gloomily, unable to say a word. He might have been a bit like Fire Cloud Evil God, but after surrendering, he didn’t pull any more tricks.
“Didn’t expect you to be the legendary Shaolin Fireworker.” Wu Zhengfeng looked Elder Vajra up and down.
“Is he famous?” Yang Qi asked, slathering Black Jade Bone Renewal Balm on both arms until they turned pitch black. It looked ugly, but this stuff was a miracle for bone injuries. Even for Yang Qi’s advanced bones, healing speed doubled. The world’s big, the jianghu’s wide—there’s always good stuff out there.
“He’s unknown in the Central Plains now, but back in my youth, he was famous in the martial world. He started as a Shaolin laborer, learned martial arts in secret, and ended up killing several monks and causing chaos at Shaolin. That was more than seventy years ago.” Wu Zhengfeng nodded at Elder Vajra: “They say you’re a genius at external arts. Seeing you today, it’s true.”
“You…” Elder Vajra was stunned by Wu Zhengfeng’s poetic tone. He looked over the little girl in front of him—her internal power wasn’t high, but the more he looked, the more extraordinary she seemed. He couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you? Who are you people, really?”
Where did all these experts come from?!
“You don’t get to ask questions now! Come on, hand over all your secret manuals if you want us to spare your life!” Yang Qi started her cheerful robbery: “Ironhead Technique, Iron Arm, Iron Shirt, Vajra Palm, Toad Style—every martial arts manual you’ve got, hand them all over!”
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