Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 53 Fight
Han Xu held the letter in his hands, trembling slightly.

The blood and ink on the parchment twisted and tumbled like a living thing, eventually solidifying into a thunderous handwriting:
"Chu Ning is the owner of the pavilion. Seeing this order is like seeing me."

"absurd!"

A loud shout suddenly exploded.

In the hall, a middle-aged man in a green robe suddenly stood up, his sleeves cracking the tea table. He pointed at Chu Ning and angrily said, "He hasn't even learned the 'Seven Styles of the Thunder Prison', so why should he be in charge of the secret vault?"

This person was Lin Yue, the instructor of Jiazi Academy, who was known for his harshness and strictness. At this moment, his eyes were filled with anger, and he looked around at the elders in the hall and said sternly:
"You think you can convince everyone with just one letter?"

The air suddenly stagnated and lightning flashed faintly.

Chu Ning did not get angry. Instead, he slowly glanced around. His eyes were as calm as the deep sea, and his golden pupils flashed with a faint light.

He understood that no one in the martial arts school wanted him to come back and take over the position of headmaster.

Regardless of whether Lei Wanjun left a handwritten letter or personally appointed him as the museum owner, they were unwilling to let him take this position.

Benlei Martial Arts School is more than just a martial arts sanctuary in the eyes of outsiders. It is the final resting place where countless heroes have planned their lives, trained diligently, and fought their way through bloodshed with swords and spears. It is the sanctuary where they have expended their lives to remain standing.

But now, with just a letter, it is going to be handed over to a young man who is “not related” and unknown?

These people are not convinced.

Their unspoken thoughts were completely revealed by Lin Yue's exclamation of "absurd".

——He, Chu Ning, is not worthy.

This is not just a problem with the Seven Styles of Thunder Prison.

They not only questioned his martial arts attainments, but also questioned whether he was qualified to rule this place, whether he was strong enough to suppress everyone, and whether he was strong enough to make them submit willingly.

"The person chosen by Lei Wanjun will definitely be able to succeed to the throne?"

"Why should he?"

"Without the name of Lei Wanjun, what would he be in this Benlei Martial Arts School?"

The thunderous force in the air was not simply anger, but repression, resistance, and even a kind of hidden murderous intent.

They were unwilling to accept Lei Wanjun's decision, and even more unwilling to accept that they had to be forced to kneel down and submit to a young man who had not yet revealed his true potential.

Chu Ning lowered his eyes, tightened his palms slightly, and his fingertips felt slightly cold for a moment.

He once thought that he was still a member of Benlei Martial Arts School after all.

But now standing here, he found that this martial arts hall was not his home.

At this moment, he saw through the storm called "succession".

This is not just a handover of the position of museum owner.

It is also a wrestling match and a bloody selection.

The order to pass on the throne is a bridge, but he has to fight his way across it himself.

Chu Ning slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were as quiet as the night, but they suppressed the rolling lightning.

If they wanted to see it, he let them see it.

At Benlei Martial Arts School, you must either surrender or die.

Today is the time to draw the sword.

After a moment, he raised his right hand, bent his five fingers slightly, and an arc of lightning suddenly appeared in the palm of his palm!
boom--!
Purple-gold lightning surged wildly, like a thunder dragon tearing through the sky, shaking the entire Benlei Martial Arts Hall! The lightning patterns engraved on the wall instantly lit up, and the copper bells under the eaves vibrated violently, shaking everyone's blood and making them feel terrified.

The candlelight flickered in the hall, and more than twenty disciples from the Jiazi Academy stood with their swords drawn, the blades cold and murderous.

The leading young man in green robes stepped forward, a sneer on his face: "The position of the headmaster is passed to you? What a joke!"

Chu Ning recognized this man—Zhou Lin, a mid-level warrior of the tenth rank, the chief of the Jiazi Academy, who once defeated seven warriors of the same rank in a row with his "Wind-Splitting Blade".

At this moment, he pointed the tip of his knife directly at Chu Ning's eyebrows, and the cold light flickered like a snake's tongue. "If Master Lei really wants to pass on his position, it should be to Instructor Lin, or our Senior Brother from the Jiazi Academy! How can you, a newly promoted deacon, take on this position?"

Chu Ning's eyes were slightly cold, and he slowly raised his hand——

"Based on this."

The next moment, lightning arcs surged and the silver dragon roared!
boom!
Zhou Lin's Wind-Splitting Blade exploded instantly, turning into iron chips all over the sky. He flew backwards, smashing the hall pillars, and blood spurted out of his mouth!

The aftershock of thunder had not yet faded. Chu Ning stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "If you keep talking nonsense, it will be your bones that will be broken."

The whole hall was dead silent.

Zhou Lin fell to the ground, his face pale, his lips trembling, his eyes full of fear, and he dared not speak again.

"Those who refuse to obey will be put on the stage of life and death."

Chu Ning stepped forward, and layers of lightning arcs appeared on the bluestone arena in the center of the hall. The snow fox jumped to the eaves, and cold air filled its claws, and ice crystals spread into a formation.

The seven elite members of Jiaziyuan looked at each other, shouted in a deep voice, and jumped onto the stage at the same time!

"Formation!"

The seven long swords intertwined into a net, and the blood surged, attracting the remaining blood stains on the ground, turning them into red waves, sweeping over!

Chu Ning sneered, raised his hand, and ice flames appeared at his fingertips, like extremely cold frost thunder, instantly covering the arena.

boom!
The blood wave stagnated in mid-air and turned into a scarlet ice sculpture!
The seven disciples who formed the formation froze in their movements, their pupils shrank sharply, and as they struggled, light blue frost appeared on their skin, and their breath was blocked tightly!

Swallowed by the frost thunder, Chu Ning's white hair behind his ears grew another half inch longer, and his golden pupils shone even brighter.

The snow fox bit at his clothes frantically, trying to stop him from continuing to activate the Frost Thunder. Chu Ning flicked it away with his fingers, a cold smile on his face: "Be good, I'll let you lick it to your heart's content later."

Click!

Seven long swords broke at the same time, and the blades fell, making a crisp sound.

The seven disciples' knees softened and they fell to the ground with a thud, blood splattering onto the bluestone arena. The billowing hot air was evaporated by the frost thunder and turned into white mist that filled the air.

The moment the ice spike pierced the throat of the last disciple, Chu Ning stumbled and grasped the stone pillar of the arena, a fishy-sweet taste welling up in his throat. However, the snow fox pounced on him, blocking his lips and forcing the ice flame wrapped in blood foam back into his chest.

Chu Ning glanced at everyone, his white hair moving without wind, and said slowly:
"next."

"I come!"

A dark shadow suddenly swooped down from between the beams, like a falling mountain, shaking the entire hall! The red copper mace, trailing a jet-black lightning trail, tore a burn mark through the air. Even before it arrived, it had already made the surrounding disciples feel as if they were falling into a cold abyss.

Duan Wuya, the elder of the Punishment Hall, a top-level warrior of the tenth rank!

This terrifying warrior who has been in seclusion for many years suddenly appears at this moment!

With every step he took, the ground cracked into a spider web. When he stepped onto the stage, the red copper mace suddenly rose up, and a terrifying aura of thunder instantly swept across the entire arena!

"Mountain Collapse Mace Technique!"

The mighty thunder crushed down, but there was no ripple in Chu Ning's eyes.

He just slowly drew his sword.

The rusty knife was unsheathed!

A flash of cold purple-gold light flashed across the sky, and in an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color!

"clang--!"

The sword and mace collided, and a violent gust of air exploded like thunder. The surrounding glass lamps all shattered, and the fragments were wrapped in lightning and flew everywhere, falling like a meteor shower, hitting the disciples and making them fall to the ground with their heads in their hands, their ears buzzing.

When Duan Wuya's black lightning touched Chu Ning's blade, it was like ink dripping into lava, and was instantly swallowed up by the purple-gold flames. Even his thunder body protection was burned to ashes inch by inch.

"boom--!"

Duan Wuya flew backwards and hit the stone pillar. The terrifying impact force caused the entire stone pillar to shatter into pieces. The flying debris scratched the cheeks of the disciples. The warm blood beads and cold lightning fragments intertwined, making them shudder.

"Lei, that's not how you use it."

Chu Ning's sword suddenly changed, thunderclouds surged above the sky, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning several feet thick came crashing down, and the lightning meandered along the blade and poured directly into the red copper mace!

Duan Wuya groaned, the flesh on his palm exploded, and the red copper mace shattered into countless red iron chips!

A purple-robed figure suddenly stepped forward, his sleeves shook, and lightning flashed faintly.

"If the master really wants to pass on the throne, why doesn't he hand over the golden seal?"

The tenth-grade superior warrior, Li Xuan, the elder of the Kung Fu Pavilion!
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd became agitated, and several disciples took the opportunity to shout:
"I'm afraid Chu Ning is colluding with the thieves and harming the owner!"

Chu Ning suddenly turned his head, lightning flashed in his golden pupils, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade!

"despair--"

There was a crisp sound of something falling to the ground, which was extremely harsh in the dead silence.

A dark red pill fell out of the arms of the disciple who led the shouting and rolled to the feet of the crowd.

The blood-colored elixir shell cracked, and sticky black liquid oozed out and dripped onto the ground, corroding the blue bricks into honeycomb-shaped holes in an instant!

"Wang Family Blood Pill..."

Chu Ning's eyes were cold, and he slightly bent his five fingers. Lightning suddenly condensed into a chain, and in an instant, he bound the disciple in mid-air and directly hung him up!
"I'd like to ask, who is colluding with foreign enemies?"

Li Xuan's face changed drastically, and the thunder talisman in his sleeve suddenly shot out, heading straight for Chu Ning's eyebrows!
"Quiet?"

Chu Ning sneered, stretched out his hand, and crushed the thunder talisman with his bare hands!

"Crack-"

The purple lightning wrapped around his arm, but was swallowed into his dantian. He turned his palm and struck back with an even more intense golden thunder, which slammed towards Li Xuan!

Li Xuan was shocked, and his sleeves fluttered. Dozens of blood pills shot out, exploded in the air, and turned into a foul-smelling blood mist.

boom!
In the blood mist, there were dry bones everywhere, and twisted and ferocious hands climbed out, grabbing Chu Ning with bared fangs and claws!

Chu Ning showed no fear at all. The thunder ball in his palm leaped, expanded several times in an instant, and suddenly blasted out!

The raging thunder swept through, the dry bone hand instantly vaporized, and the smelly blood mist was also purified by the lightning into golden powder all over the sky!

In the hall, all the elders' faces changed when they saw this scene!

"The thief, it turns out to be you!"

They drew their swords in anger, and the sword light was like a tide, pointing directly at Li Xuan!
But Li Xuan was not in a hurry, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The Wang family's blood sacrifice has been completed. You can't save Chu Yun."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly turned into a ball of black smoke and escaped through the window!

Chu Ning did not chase after him, but just stared at the disappearing shadow with a deep look in his eyes.

The lightning slowly subsided in his palm.

Gold powder floated in the air, like the wrath of Thor burning away all filth.

(End of this chapter)