Against Heaven's Will

Xuefeng left Tianshi with his clones as he launched himself in the sky, flying all the way to the top of the arena with just one swing of his wings. Not only the crowd around the first arena was amazed but all others on the field also raised their eyes, observing the sudden golden light.

He was like a sun with flames bursting out of his limbs and Golden Wings illuminating with its own light.

"What is it?"

"Is that a Spirit Art or a bird?"

"It’s a human!"

Swoosh!

With another swing of his wings, he shot forward along the seating area and made few swift circles to test his speed. He needed as much power as he could get if he wanted to break through the Black Draconic Stone.

’It should be okay. Go and touch the wall,’ Ming ordered, causing him to head back towards the stage.

Thud!

He stomped loudly as he landed but the Stage only shook a bit, displaying its sturdiness. Though, the Trainer didn’t seem happy with his actions, showing a frown on his face.

"I’m sorry, Sir. I noticed that the usage of the Qi is allowed in the arena so I couldn’t help but take advantage of it," Xuefeng apologized as he landed. "I also needed to calculate the speed required to finish my challenge."

Compared to everyone’s expectations, the Trainer didn’t scold but instead praised him.

"Your wings are quick. I like them. Can I ask if you made this Art yourself or did you learn it?"

Oof!

Make an Art himself? Isn’t that a bit overboard to ask? Everyone got weirded out by the Trainer’s question as it was obvious Xuefeng either found it or learned it from someone.

"The latter," Xuefeng replied simply. "It’s a unique Wind Element Art that I learned after visiting the Hidden Realm of my Wives’ Race."

"Forrest Elves Race?" the Trainer guessed, surprising Xuefeng.

"Don’t worry," the Trainer assured immediately. "I just remember this Wind Element Art because I once visited them. I even tried to learn it but it’s too hard. Only by having a Forest Elf Bloodline can one actually perform such Elemental Arts. I asked you because I was checking if you will be honest."

"Well, the previous answer should be both actually," Xuefeng corrected. "I improved the Art by myself so it’s currently the fastest in the world and I’m the only one who has it."

He spread the Golden Wings to display the flexibility of movements he had.

"I thought so. Now I’m looking forward to your test," the Trainer nodded and extended his hand. "Your token."

Xuefeng passed the memory slip with his information and walked up to the Wall.

"How many Units of strength can the wall handle before breaking?" Xuefeng questioned as he gave Ming time to calculate.

"Around ten million Units if I remember correctly," the Trainer replied. "I registered you already so you can start. One strike or one art. Your choice. Multiple strikes will disqualify you."

"So if I destroy it, how will we test my real strength?" Xuefeng asked casually, buying even more time.

"We can’t. I will just note that you exceeded ten million Units. The record is around eight million so you would be the first under thirty years old to break a Black Draconic Stone wall," the Trainer explained. "Ready? Many are waiting."

At that moment, Xuefeng felt a surge of Fate Qi flow through his arm before entering the wall.

’Okay, I’m done. I planted explosions in a few spots. When you strike, I will lower the durability of the wall by ten times so you can break it. Just one million Units of strength should be enough to break it,’ Ming informed.

Xuefeng acted normal, patting the wall as if he was bidding farewell to it and finally walked away.

"I’m ready."

Bang!

Xuefeng launched himself in the sky once again, this time more firm and explosive. Fire Qi burst from his legs while the Wings swung in quick succession.

’Are you sure he won’t notice?’ Xuefeng questioned as he sped up, doing circles in the sky.

’He will if he touches the wall. Let’s hope he won’t,’ Ming called out casually but it seems her confidence jinxed it.

The Trainer gazed at the wall as if he noticed something and began walking to it with a frown.

"Fuck!" Xuefeng cursed and didn’t wait anymore.

Time manipulation!

Pulling out his Dragon Edge sword, he began gliding towards the stage with extreme speed, gathering power.

"Taste my Nuke!"

From the side, he looked as if he teleported from the top of the arena straight to the stage, but in reality, he just sped up time around himself.

Before the Trainer could reach the wall, Xuefeng was already there, his sword piercing through the wall.

BANG!

The shock-wave covered the whole stage, with light blinding everyone’s vision. The wall cracked and black fragments shot it all direction, striking the invisible barrier around the stage.

"..."

When people opened their eyes again and the dust lessened, they saw the wall was already gone with black chucks laying all over the stage floor. There wasn’t anyone who wasn’t speechless, opening their mouths in shock.

"HOW?!" Shorty Bai cried out in disbelief, being the one who lost big time. "Sir! He must have cheated! It’s impossible with his stage and not even the First Qi Refinement!"

The crowd cringed at the Shorty Bai’s words. In the world of Cultivation, nothing was impossible. Even his small group followers stepped back, not wanting to associate themselves with a sore loser. Xuefeng did what he promised but Shorty Bai immediately called him out for cheating as if he couldn’t accept losing.

Only the Trainer could confirm this claim so the crowd looked at him. He was standing right there when the explosion blinded them, but nothing happened to him. Even his clothes were intact.

Even Xuefeng waited for the Trainer’s opinion as he placed the side of his sword on the shoulder.

"Does this count?"

The Trainer gazed at Xuefeng while squinting his eyes and eventually nodded.

"I saw it clearly. Liu Xuefeng indeed destroyed the wall on his own."