My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

The elderly Alliance Steward then announced the results from the high platform.

"Liang Cheng of Lin Wu City is victorious."

"Fu Lingyun of Cyan Mist City has been eliminated."

The moment the result was announced, Fu Chenzhou shot to his feet, bristling with fury. He pointed at Liang Cheng, his rage palpable.

"Lord Steward, this boy’s methods are ruthless! He clearly intended to destroy his opponent’s Cultivation and ruin his future in martial arts! This wasn’t a duel; it was malicious maiming! I implore the Alliance to punish him severely!"

His words spread through the crowd, and many spectators began to whisper among themselves.

Liang Cheng had indeed been too ruthless. Liu Qingyun and Fu Lingyun, the two greatest prodigies of Cyan Mist City, had both been crippled. It was as if their entire generation had been wiped out.

On the high platform, Bai Hong slowly rose to his feet. He looked at Fu Chenzhou and let out a soft chuckle. It wasn’t loud, yet it clearly cut through the murmuring of the crowd.

"City Lord Fu, you are mistaken."

Bai Hong’s voice was calm but laced with a chill. "On the tournament stage, victory is decided, and life and death are left to fate. This is an ironclad rule of the Three-City Great Competition."

"Has City Lord Fu forgotten what happened ten years ago? When your city’s disciple, Fu Qingyun, ran a sword through the heart of the Lin Wu Martial Arts Academy’s previous Chief True Inheritor, killing him on this very stage, did you call his methods ruthless? Did you demand the Alliance deliver a severe punishment?"

Fu Chenzhou’s face froze.

Bai Hong took a step forward, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

"Back then, when my Martial Arts Academy’s disciple lay dying on the stage, City Lord Fu, you clapped your hands and smiled. You said that fists and feet have no eyes, that life and death are matters of fate. Why is it that now, when it’s your disciple on the ground, the rules have suddenly changed?"

"Is it that Cyan Mist City is allowed to kill, but Lin Wu City is not even allowed to injure? City Lord Fu, tell me, are the laws of this world written on the blades of Cyan Mist City?!"

His every word pierced the heart; his every sentence drew blood.

Many of the older Martial Artists in the crowd recalled the tragic scene from ten years ago.

Back then, the ruthlessness shown by Cyan Mist City’s Fu Qingyun had far surpassed anything seen today.

Lin Wu City had protested at the time, but Fu Chenzhou shut them down by citing the rules of the tournament. They had no choice but to swallow their anger and accept the bitter outcome.

But now, the tables had turned. Choked speechless by Bai Hong’s words, Fu Chenzhou’s face paled, his chest heaving violently. He couldn’t muster a single word in response.

The elderly Alliance Steward spoke at this moment, his voice immediately silencing all discussion.

"Enough."

His gaze swept over Fu Chenzhou and Bai Hong, finally landing on the expressionless Liang Cheng on the stage. He began to speak slowly, "The rules of the tournament were stated clearly at the very beginning."

"Defeat is declared by surrender, falling from the stage, or losing the ability to fight. Fu Lingyun did not surrender, nor did he fall from the stage. Liang Cheng’s actions did not violate the rules."

"The Three-City Great Competition is not child’s play. If you are not prepared to accept casualties, why bother sending your disciples onto the stage?"

The Steward’s final words, spoken with an air of indifference, settled the matter.

Fu Chenzhou clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood.

He shot a vicious glare at Liang Cheng and Bai Hong before slumping back into his seat, his face ashen. He knew that for Cyan Mist City, the Great Competition was now completely over.

He then turned his gaze toward the delegation from Rock Solid City, his eyes holding a trace of unwillingness and a final flicker of hope.

Shi Meng felt his gaze and grinned. He clapped the iron-tower-like young man beside him on the shoulder. It was Shi Yue.

"Yue’Er, that True Inheritor Liang from Lin Wu City seems to have a hard spine. You go test him. Don’t let people think we of Rock Solid City have no worthy fighters."

"Yes, Father."

Shi Yue’s voice was like rolling thunder. With a simple reply, he strode toward the stage. His steps weren’t fast, but they were exceptionally heavy.

With every step he took, a dull DONG echoed from the ground, as if a great beast was on the move. He was deliberately trying to intimidate Liang Cheng.

His exposed skin took on a slate-gray sheen, and his muscles bulged like blocks of stone. Once on the stage, he stood opposite Liang Cheng.

Without any need for words, Shi Yue let out a low roar, and the aura around his body exploded forth!

BOOM!

An earthy yellow halo of True Essence erupted from his body. It was thick and solid, and the air grew viscous. A heart-pounding sense of pressure, even greater than Fu Lingyun’s, washed over the area!

Another True Essence Realm powerhouse!

On the platform, the expressions on Bai Hong and Shen Jun’s faces changed.

If Liang Cheng hadn’t unexpectedly broken through to the True Essence Realm, Lin Wu City would likely have come in last place again this year!

Just as expected. For the past thirty years, the resource-rich have only grown stronger, and the powerful have remained powerful.

Fortunately, Lin Wu City now had Liang Cheng!

The spectators from the great clans of Lin Wu City felt their hearts leap into their throats.

"Rock Solid City, Shi Yue."

He smashed his fists together, producing a sound like clanging metal. "Your move."

"Lin Wu City, Liang Cheng."

The moment his voice fell, Shi Yue moved. There was no fancy Body Technique, just a simple, direct step forward and a straight right punch!

Wherever the fist passed, the air was blasted apart, creating a piercing sonic boom. Earthy yellow True Essence coiled around his fist, making it look like a falling meteorite headed straight for Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng didn’t dodge or evade, intending to test his opponent’s strength.

A faint golden luster instantly flowed over his entire body. He pushed his Golden Armor Realm Perfection to its absolute limit and threw a punch of his own, a tide of pale blue True Essence surging forward.

[Fierce Bull Force: Barbaric Bull Charge]

The two fists collided!

DONG—!!!

A terrifying boom, far louder than before, erupted at the point of impact. A visible shockwave radiated out from their fists, spiderwebbing the hard obsidian stage with fine cracks.

Liang Cheng’s figure swayed slightly as the stone beneath his feet shattered. Shi Yue, on the other hand, was forced back three consecutive steps, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, each one leaving a deep imprint on the stage.

A stunning brilliance and fierce battle intent erupted in Shi Yue’s eyes.

"What power! Now face my [Mountain-Suppressing Fist]!"

He lunged forward again, his fists moving with wide, sweeping motions. Each punch was as heavy as a mountain, carrying the will to suppress everything.

The earthy yellow True Essence gathered, pressing down like a mountain.

At this moment, Liang Cheng’s own fighting spirit was also stirred. It was as if he was back training at the Martial Arts Hall. He activated his Golden Armor Realm defense to its fullest and circulated his Fierce Bull Force to its absolute peak.

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