Chapter Six: You Are No Match for Me

"Haven't had enough last time? Is your skin itching for another beating?"

Ignoring Qin Lie, Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Jiang standing to the side. It was clearly Qin Jiang who had leaked the secret of his Soul-Condensing Pill to Qin Lie.

Staring into Qin Lang’s cold, beast-like gaze, Qin Jiang shivered involuntarily. However, recalling that the Qin Lie beside him possessed the strength of a fifth-level Martial Disciple, he felt no fear of Qin Lang and scoffed, "Hmph, Qin Lie is a fifth-level Martial Disciple; you are no match for him! Hand over the Soul-Condensing Pill immediately, and return the money you extorted from me last time!"

"Qin Lang, you’re quite arrogant! Not only do you ignore my words, but you also threaten my men!" Qin Lie stared coldly at Qin Lang, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"You are no match for me, so don't ask for trouble." Qin Lang looked at him indifferently. Although his cultivation was one level lower, he possessed the Black Eye-Wheel Martial Soul, and his perfected Five-Fold Wave technique had reached the pinnacle of mastery. He could easily defeat Qin Lie.

"I am no match for you?" Qin Lie laughed out of sheer fury. He, a dignified fifth-level Martial Disciple, was being looked down upon by a piece of trash like Qin Lang!

This was intolerable!

With an angry roar, Qin Lie threw a punch directly at Qin Lang’s face!

Soul power surged over Qin Lie’s massive fist, radiating formidable power—several times stronger than Qin Jiang’s previous attack.

"Beat him hard! Beat him until he can't even take care of himself!" Qin Jiang looked triumphant. Qin Lang had dared to provoke Qin Lie; he was truly asking for his own suffering!

Qin Lang’s expression remained calm. He puffed out his chest and struck back with a fist of his own, encased in soul power.

"Overestimating yourself!" Qin Lie sneered. This trash actually dared to meet his punch head-on? He was courting death!

*Boom!*

The two fists collided instantly, and soul power exploded outward. Both Qin Lang and Qin Lie stepped back three paces before regaining their balance.

In the direct exchange, they were evenly matched!

"Fourth-level Martial Disciple!" Qin Lie stared at Qin Lang in shock. Through their clash, he could sense that Qin Lang’s cultivation was only at the fourth level, yet the density of his soul power far exceeded his own!

"How is this possible!" Qin Jiang was stunned.

When they fought last time, Qin Lang had only been a second-level Martial Disciple. To break through to the fourth level in just over a month? Even those monstrous geniuses high above in the Zongheng Empire would struggle to achieve such a feat in such a short time!

After the shock, Qin Lie’s gaze became even more fervent. If a piece of trash like Qin Lang could improve his strength so rapidly in a month using the Soul-Condensing Pill, wouldn't he become heaven-defying if he obtained it?

He had to get the Soul-Condensing Pill today!

"Rock-Splitting Fist!" With a fierce glint in his eyes, Qin Lie struck again, this time unleashing a Yellow-rank intermediate martial skill.

His massive fist swung like a steel hammer, whistling through the air with a power several times greater than before. Qin Lie was confident that since his strength was superior and Qin Lang had never had the time to master any martial skills, he would certainly be unable to withstand this blow!

"You aren't the only one with a martial skill!" Qin Lang’s eyes turned cold. With a sharp shout, he transformed his fist into a palm and thrust it forward.

*Five-Fold Wave!*

Soul power rolled over his palm like massive, crashing waves, colliding with Qin Lie’s fist with irresistible momentum!

*Boom!*

Soul power erupted where their attacks met, creating a blast of air. Qin Lang took a step back, while Qin Lie remained standing in place.

"Your martial skill is nothing more than this!" Feeling that the power of Qin Lang’s palm was not as rigid and thick as his own fist, Qin Lie looked on with disdain.

"Is that so?" Qin Lang smiled playfully and whispered, "Explode!"

Seeing that playful smile and feeling a sudden, strange sensation within his body, Qin Lie’s expression changed drastically!

The next moment:
*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Five consecutive internal force explosions detonated inside Qin Lie’s body!

*Pfft!*

His internal organs suffered a heavy blow. Qin Lie felt as if his entire body were being torn apart. The pain was excruciating. A sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pulverized organ tissue, his body swaying and on the verge of collapse!

"How is he so powerful!" Qin Jiang’s jaw dropped, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Qin Lang. Qin Lie, a fifth-level Martial Disciple who had even used his strongest martial skill, had been easily defeated by Qin Lang!

"You have actually practiced the Ye family's strongest martial skill, the Five-Fold Wave, and reached the pinnacle of perfection!" Qin Lie stared at Qin Lang in disbelief, his heart roiling like a stormy sea. Was this really the same Qin Lang everyone in Qingfeng Town had recognized as trash?

"What are you doing here!" Just then, a family patrol squad approached. The leader, a youth in white robes, called out sharply.

Qin Lang looked up, his brows furrowing slightly.

The youth in white was Qin Jian, the current young patriarch of the Qin family. At sixteen, he had reached the eighth level of the Martial Disciple realm and was the undisputed top genius of the younger generation.

Qin Jian quickly walked over with his guards. Seeing Qin Lie pale and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he was curious about who had defeated him. When his gaze fell on Qin Lang, he was filled with astonishment.

Qin Lie had actually lost to Qin Lang? How could this be possible! Qin Lie was a fifth-level Martial Disciple; how could he be defeated by a piece of trash? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Qin Jian would never have believed it!

Behind Qin Jian, the members of the patrol squad were equally stunned. Qin Lang defeated Qin Lie? The sun must have risen in the west!

"You are all disciples of the Qin family, yet you fight with such cruelty!" Seeing Qin Lie’s injuries, Qin Jian’s eyes turned cold as he reprimanded Qin Lang.

Qin Lang remained calm as a stagnant pool. Cruel? He had only used five layers of the Five-Fold Wave; if he had unleashed all eight, Qin Lie wouldn't just be injured—he would be dead!

"I must teach you a lesson today!" Qin Jian scoffed. Without asking for the cause of the conflict, he struck a palm toward Qin Lang. Rolling soul power surged over his palm with terrifying momentum!

Qin Lang’s expression tightened. The power of Qin Jian’s palm was far beyond anything Qin Lie could compare to!

"Five-Fold Wave!" Without hesitation, Qin Lang struck back with his own palm, exerting his full strength.

*Boom!*

Their palms collided, a loud noise echoed, and soul power scattered in all directions!

*Thump, thump, thump!*

Qin Lang retreated over ten steps before stabilizing his stance. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood!

Qin Jian, however, stood unmoved!

The gap between a fourth-level and an eighth-level Martial Disciple was too vast. Even with his Mystic-rank low-level martial skill, Qin Lang was no match for Qin Jian!

However, while Qin Jian appeared calm on the surface, he was secretly terrified! The palm Qin Lang had sent contained eight waves of internal force that had surged into his body! If it weren't for his strength far exceeding Qin Lang's, those eight waves would have caused him severe internal damage!

"Take another palm from me!" Having failed to knock down this trash in one hit, Qin Jian felt he had lost face in front of the patrol squad, and he struck out with his palm once more!

The power of this strike was several times greater than the last; Qin Jian was clearly using his full strength!