Invincible Martial God System

Chapter 9 Stand up? Fall down?

"boom!"

A deafening collision!

Leng Yun and Leng Shan were both sent flying backwards and crashed to the ground.

This round ended in a draw.

The black bear bloodline completely leveled up the gap between the two.

They were all seriously injured at this time, and whoever could stand up depended entirely on their willpower.

Leng Yun gritted his teeth, supporting himself on the ground with one hand, his body trembling slightly. Lying on the ground would have been the most comfortable thing to do, but he didn't do that because he still had a mission to complete.

He wanted to save his alcoholic father, and he wanted to tell everyone that he, Leng Yun, was no longer a good-for-nothing!

Fresh blood kept flowing from Leng Yun's mouth; it was very salty and had a fishy smell.

The ground seemed to be soft, offering no leverage whatsoever.

In his eyes, there was only the cold mountain not far away, which, like him, was making a difficult decision:

Stand up? Fall down?

There was no sound from all around; everyone was taking notes.

Leng Yun slowly extended his other hand, as if it were tied to a huge rock, making it difficult to move even an inch.

I tried to strain my lower back, but as soon as the muscles contracted slightly, a piercing pain shot through me.

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his face.

He also had to bend one leg, a leg that was almost numb and had little to no feeling.

Then--

"drink!"

A roar uttered with all its might.

He stood up!

Standing up means being high above, able to look down on all living beings.

Leng Shan collapsed to the ground with a thud, clearly having lost completely in terms of willpower.

His face was filled with disbelief: Why! Why was it Leng Yun who stood up instead of him!

Thinking of this, Leng Shan secretly put a pill into his mouth.

Enhancement Pills—can temporarily boost the user's abilities; Leng Shan actually resorted to such a method to win the competition.

Others couldn't see Leng Shan's movements, but Leng Yun on the opposite side could see them clearly.

"You're shameless!" Leng Yun only said these four words.

"Hmph! As long as I can kill you here, I will be the victor in everyone's eyes!" After taking the pill, Leng Shan also stood up from the ground.

Having consumed the strengthening pill, his physical strength had recovered to 70%, making it incredibly easy for him to defeat Leng Yun.

What's even more astonishing is that Leng Shan actually pulled out a silver hook!

Cold Moon Hook!

The Leng family's fourth-grade treasure!

"Leng Yun, go to hell!" Leng Shan smiled, confident that he could kill Leng Yun this time.

Everyone present thought Leng Yun was doomed! Leng Shan would win because of his superior equipment, and some people even began to feel sorry for Leng Yun.

But in that critical moment, Leng Yun actually smiled. He could lose his head and bleed, but he couldn't lose his smile!

A smile can be a sign of murderous intent.

“You—will still lose!” Leng Yun said these words slowly and deliberately.

Leng Shan roared in fury: "Ice Sky Silver Moon Hook!"

A white, chilling aura surged irresistibly towards the cold clouds!

It was actually a Xuan-level 4 cultivation technique! No one expected that Leng Wuyi would be so protective of his own, secretly passing on the Leng family's highest-level cultivation technique and magic weapon to Leng Shan!

With a supreme magic weapon, a supreme cultivation technique, and an enhancement pill, Leng Shan's all-out attack would surely kill Leng Yun; it would seem to defy all reason!

However, the laws of nature are often not as ordinary people imagine.

"Three parts of the burning field!"

Leng Yun is now at the Martial Arts Realm, possessing true fist energy, which, combined with the Burning Lamp Ruler, allows him to unleash even greater power.

The dark blue broken ruler crashed down, carrying a fiery shockwave that traveled three zhang (approximately 10 meters)!

The light of a candle dares not rival the brilliance of the sun and moon!

The massive wave of fire instantly engulfed the white, frigid air, and with a deafening roar, crashed into Leng Shan's location.

After the fire subsided, a charred mark remained on the entire altar.

Leng Shan collapsed amidst the marks, completely incapacitated.

This time, he will never be able to get up from the ground again.

The entire venue was completely silent. Everyone was as if they were seeing Leng Yun for the first time. What kind of magic weapon was that broken ruler? And what was that fire wave all about?

Everyone was filled with surprise.

The cold clouds above the altar looked down on the people lying at their feet with the air of a victor.

He won, but winning is not the end.

Leng Yun was already at his limit, and he staggered to Leng Shan's side.

"Snapped!"

"This slap was for Leng Yun!"

"Snapped!"

"I'm asking you, why do you hate me so much?"

"Snapped!"

"Why do you come to my house every day to humiliate me?"

"Snapped!"

What grudge do I have against you?

With every word Leng Yun spoke, he slapped Leng Shan hard across the face, wanting to repay all the grievances and insults that "useless Leng Yun" had suffered over the years.

He also wanted to vent all the pain he had suppressed for so long after transmigrating!

The field was extremely quiet, and the sound of "slap slap" was extremely jarring. Leng Yun was not only slapping Leng Shan, but everyone who had called him a piece of trash.

The patriarch Leng undoubtedly wanted to stop it, but in the arena, the competition would not stop unless someone conceded defeat or died, and no one could interfere.

With the seven elders of the Leng family all present and watching, Leng Wuyi dared not make any rash moves.

Leng Shan, already in a semi-comatose state, had only one word in his heart: hatred. He hated that he had lost to the person he had bullied for more than ten years! He had lost to the person he called a piece of trash! And he had lost so humiliatingly.

Humiliation, resentment, and pain brought tears to Leng Shan's eyes!

Everyone was completely stunned—Leng Shan, the eldest young master of the Leng family, who was incredibly talented and had an unparalleled reputation, had actually made someone cry!

Leng Yun was taken aback: "Useless thing, why are you crying?"

Useless things are just trash!

Leng Shan was utterly devastated by Leng Yun's mockery. He cried out to Leng Yun, "I can't believe it!"

"I'm jealous of you! Why is it that when you're about to die, your father can disregard everything, even selling the Frozen Sword! Why does someone like you have a father who loves you so much! Why don't I have one!"

Leng Yun's fist, which was about to strike, stopped in mid-air.

Is this why you've been bullying me for over a decade?

Suddenly, Leng Yun seemed to understand Leng Shan's sorrow. Wasn't he an orphan himself?

"Hehe, it feels pretty good to be envied by others," Leng Yun said with a wry smile.

Then, Leng Yun snatched the Silver Moon Hook from Leng Shan's hand.

"I won, consider this a prize."

This is also the rule of the competition: the winner gets everything the loser has.

Therefore, strength represents everything.

Leng Yun stood up and found Leng Wuyi staring at her fiercely.

He didn't back down: "Patriarch Leng, as agreed, from today onwards, I am a member of the Leng family. I will report to the Leng family tomorrow."

Leng Yun took the bet money from Leng Shan before the competition—ten thousand taels of silver—and then left the Leng family's sacrificial altar without looking back. Along the way, none of those who had insulted him dared to meet his gaze.

Even those who were usually obsequious to Leng Yun have begun to treat her with utmost respect.