Chapter Two: You Asked for It
Lin Family’s Backyard!
Lin Hao dashed down from the mountaintop, bursting through the door with impatience. The restless energy surging within him was like a volcano on the brink of eruption, barely contained.
“Supreme Divine Veins, I’ve waited sixteen years for you.”
His eyes gleamed with restrained excitement.
Gathering his focus, he sat cross-legged. The once dormant meridians inside him writhed like serpents, twisting and turning restlessly.
Bang!
In the next instant, the first meridian shattered under a hidden force, pierced through like a bridge in a flash, sending a shockwave rippling through Lin Hao’s entire body.
Crackling!
His flesh and bones cracked and popped like firecrackers.
“Refreshing!” Lin Hao shouted, exhilarated. “No wonder the Supreme Divine Veins only activate at sixteen. The energy concealed within is so potent that an ordinary body would instantly explode upon awakening. Over these sixteen years, I’ve secretly tempered my body to the utmost. Today, activating the Supreme Divine Veins, I barely withstand the savage energy’s onslaught.”
A person’s body holds nine meridians in total. Each opened meridian increases one’s strength, known as the Meridian Opening Realm.
Born with a supreme physique, Lin Hao’s powers only burst forth at sixteen. For all those years, unable to open his meridians, he was seen as a nobody by outsiders.
But today’s opening was a powerful accumulation finally unleashed.
This was his greatest secret.
As night slipped away, Lin Hao pushed open the door. The morning sun bathed his face; he closed his eyes, arms outstretched.
Like a dragon reborn, the boy was transformed beyond recognition.
In a single night, he had opened six of the Supreme Divine Veins.
Now, he stood at the pinnacle of the sixth tier of the Meridian Opening Realm.
“Brother Hao! Brother Hao! The Tai Xuan Sect’s disciples are here!”
The yard’s gate was rudely pushed open as two boys with crutches hurried in with news.
“Is there no one left in the Lin Family? Sending you two cripples to deliver a message,” Lin Hao muttered helplessly.
“Damn it! The Tai Xuan Sect’s disciples come with ill intent. They even brought the prodigies from the Wang and Zhang families, claiming to compete for your spot,” Lin Yang cursed fiercely.
“Malicious schemes, clearly targeting Brother Hao. If this spot is to be fairly contested, why not announce it in advance? Why bring in others to snatch it after giving it to our Lin Family?” Lin Shuang gritted his teeth.
Lin Hao’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Let’s go see.”
Just as the family head had warned, once the Marquis of the Nation leaked even a hint, opportunists moved swiftly.
They were eager to use the Wang and Zhang families as pawns to eliminate him under the guise of competition.
A crude but effective tactic.
The Lin Family’s martial arena buzzed with noise and excitement.
A youth in a yellow robe stood at the center, surrounded by admirers like a star among planets. He held a folded fan, his face brimming with arrogance. A distinctive tuft of golden hair fell over his right cheek, his gaze eagle-like and disdainful.
“Where is Lin Hao? Let him come out.”
The yellow-robed youth commanded, eyes sweeping over the crowd.
“Clear the way! Here comes our shining Brother Hao!”
Lin Shuang shouted as the three brothers entered the arena. Lin Hao strode forward in purple robes, exuding an aura of power, while his brothers wore splendid clothes befitting noble sons.
The yellow-robed youth sneered, laughing aloud, “The three scions of Tianbao City, truly living up to their reputation.”
“Brother Hao, that blond is the Tai Xuan Sect disciple, Huang Liang,” Lin Yang said.
Huang Liang approached Lin Hao with a mocking tone. “You come from a noble house, yet you’re just a discarded pawn. Lin Hao, the Tai Xuan Sect granted you the spot, but we don’t take in trash. We uphold fairness, openness, and justice. Today, here in the Lin Family’s arena, we’ll have a contest. Lin Hao, this precious spot depends on whether you can hold it.”
He then gestured to a youth nearby. “Wang Heng, the Wang Family’s top prodigy, rumored to have reached the seventh tier of the Meridian Opening Realm, will challenge Lin Hao for the spot.”
“I, Wang Heng, will not disappoint Senior Brother Huang,” Wang Heng declared boldly, stepping forward and pointing at Lin Hao. “You’re trash. I warn you, I won’t hold back. Whether dead or crippled, I’m not responsible.”
“Is killing allowed?” Lin Hao asked Huang Liang.
“Fists have no mercy,” Huang Liang replied with a smile he thought gentle.
“Go for it, Hao,” Lin Zhennan said beside him, relaxed and without a trace of worry, as if he had seen through Lin Hao’s true strength.
Lin Hao faced Wang Heng, his gaze icy cold.
One spot, one Tai Xuan Sect disciple, a competition for a place that now demanded his life.
“Trash, one punch and I’ll—”
Bang!
Before Wang Heng could finish, Lin Hao struck like lightning, a punch crashing into Wang Heng’s head.
Half of Wang Heng’s skull exploded instantly. Blood and brain matter sprayed everywhere. He collapsed backward, twitching a few times before slipping into stillness.
“You’re right. One punch is all it takes to kill you.”
Lin Hao slowly pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from his fist, tossed it onto the ground, then looked toward the Wang and Zhang families. “Anyone else?”
Silence.
The arena was so quiet a pin could drop. Incomprehensible gazes fixed on the youth in purple.
Everyone was stunned.
Huang Liang’s mouth gaped open, his fan clattering to the ground.
“Impossible.”
The Wang Family erupted first, shouts of shock echoing.
The Zhang Family’s prodigies, who had been itching to act, took three steps back.
This had to be a nightmare. Throughout Tianbao City, everyone knew Lin Hao was a hopeless loser. Yet the Wang Family’s top prodigy, at the seventh tier of the Meridian Opening Realm, had been killed with a single punch by this supposed failure.
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