Chapter 111: Terrifying Everyone

Sikong Xu narrowed his eyes at A-Zheng, slowly steadying his breathing. In the next instant, he lunged forward like a leopard—cold and ferocious.

Sikong Xu was incredibly fast. A-Zheng felt a blur before his eyes, a cool breeze brushed against his face, and suddenly, a massive fist slammed into his abdomen.

*Thump!*

As the heavy blow landed, A-Zheng’s eyes widened, and a wave of intense nausea immediately flooded his body. To Sikong Xu’s surprise, the man grit his teeth, biting his tongue hard to use the pain to endure the strike.

"My turn!" A-Zheng shuddered, then threw a punch of his own, his fist enveloped in a visible, fire-red energy.

The shift from offense to defense happened in a heartbeat. Sikong Xu didn't believe he could end the fight in one punch like some bald hero, so once he realized his blow hadn't incapacitated A-Zheng, he quickly pulled back to create distance.

Unfortunately, A-Zheng’s momentum remained undiminished; he was determined to charge at Sikong Xu, the fire-red energy on his fist growing thicker and more intense.

"What on earth is this energy?" Sikong Xu wondered. He had no idea what this was. It looked like *qi*, but it felt completely different.

"Hmph, you think I'm afraid?" Though he couldn't identify the energy, Sikong Xu didn't falter. He channeled his inner strength, unleashed his *qi*, and struck out with a palm.

Prudence would have dictated that he not clash head-on with an unknown energy. However, Sikong Xu had a reason for doing so: due to the unique nature of "Ten Thousand Laws into One," the moment he made contact with the strange energy, he could instantly use his own internal Source Power to replicate it exactly.

*Boom—*

The two clashing energies erupted instantly. The resulting shockwave was so powerful that the onlookers couldn't even keep their eyes open. Even more terrifying was the web of fine cracks that appeared on the ground beneath their feet.

*Splutter—*

A-Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood and his legs buckled, forcing him to stumble back several steps. Sikong Xu, by contrast, remained flushed but motionless, standing with one hand behind his back, projecting an air of unfathomable mastery.

The difference in skill was immediately apparent!

Well, in truth, Sikong Xu was just putting on a show. If it weren't for his exceptional recovery rate, he would have been coughing up liters of blood himself. The energy A-Zheng used was vastly different from the *qi* found in martial arts traditions. While most *qi* was balanced and calm, this energy was incredibly volatile. In a direct collision, *qi* was at a disadvantage, and if not for his recovery ability, Sikong Xu might not have come out on top. However, had he used the sword *qi* refined from his internal energy, its sharp nature would have easily overwhelmed such volatile power.

After this brief, brutal probe, Sikong Xu had a rough estimate of his opponent's strength: they were on par, both at the early stage of the Radiant Yellow rank. If he hadn't gained so much from his time in the *Legend of Qin* world, he would have been in real trouble.

"Students of the Dimensional Academy are truly impressive," A-Zheng said, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. He had seen powerful students from the academy during his time in the military, even some stronger than this one, but never anyone so young.

Though Sikong Xu was mature in mind, he still looked quite youthful. In reality, he was only a year older than Ye Xi and the other third-year middle school students. Naturally, in A-Zheng’s eyes, he was just a kid.

"What kind of energy is that? It’s quite violent," Sikong Xu suddenly asked. He expected no answer, but to his surprise, the man looked astonished.

"You don't know about Battle Qi?"

"So this is Battle Qi?"

Both fell silent. Originally, no one in this world used such energy. Like magic, Battle Qi had originated from hostile alternate worlds. As the two planes waged war, their cultures and information inevitably blended, leading to the spread of these mysterious energies. There were many types—Battle Qi, mana, *qi*, and even Source Power. Because of their widespread use, Battle Qi and mana were common among the Dimensional Academy and special individuals. Most students at Morning Glow Academy practiced these, while users of *qi*, like Sikong Xu, were in the minority.

"So this is Battle Qi. No wonder it's so volatile..." Sikong Xu muttered, his gaze sharpening. He had wasted enough time; he wasn't going to hold back anymore.

A-Zheng stood in silence, deep in thought.

"Be careful now. If things go wrong, people could die," Sikong Xu said, his eyes narrowing as a pitch-black longsword appeared in his hand.

"A sword?" A-Zheng exclaimed, clearly surprised that Sikong Xu could conjure one. But he didn't panic; he calmly drew a sharp combat knife from his belt.

"You're using that?" Sikong Xu looked at the twenty-centimeter blade in A-Zheng’s hand, then at his own three-foot *Elucidator*, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Seeing that A-Zheng had no intention of talking, Sikong Xu stopped wasting words, raised the *Elucidator*, and charged.

"Hah!"

A-Zheng let out a roar, his fire-red Battle Qi coating his blade. The violent power of the energy gave him infinite confidence. Based on their last exchange, he figured the boy's energy wasn't Battle Qi and was much more balanced, meaning he had a distinct advantage in a direct clash.

Unfortunately, A-Zheng was dead wrong. This time, Sikong Xu wasn't using balanced internal *qi*, but razor-sharp sword *qi*!

*Swish!*

The *Elucidator* swept forward with transparent sword *qi*, a strike that seemed simple yet hidden with killing intent.

"Across the Four Directions!"

The cold, black blade sliced through the air. Under A-Zheng’s stunned gaze, the trajectory of the blade shifted instantly, cutting at a devious, unpredictable angle.

"What!"

A bone-chilling coldness surged through A-Zheng from head to toe. The moment the cold sword bypassed his knife and sliced toward him, he felt as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

*Rip—*

The sharp blade sliced open A-Zheng’s chest, tearing through his jacket to reveal his bronze-colored skin beneath.

*Thud—*

As his clothes fell away, A-Zheng stumbled and dropped to his knees. He was unharmed, intact, yet his heart had turned to ice. He didn't doubt for a second that if the boy had intended to kill him, he would already be a corpse.

"Hmph." Sikong Xu glanced at the kneeling man and slowly walked past him. He had held back; this wasn't an fantasy world, but reality, where one was bound by the law. Besides, Ye Xi was watching. As a good older brother, how could he let his cute sister witness such a bloody scene?

Sikong Xu ignored A-Zheng. He had spared his life, but his fighting spirit had likely been completely shattered by that strike. If A-Zheng wasn't mentally resilient, he might never dare to use force again; not everyone could withstand that kind of existential threat, even a former soldier.

Putting away the *Elucidator*, Sikong Xu fixed his cold gaze on Zhao Tian, releasing a terrifying killing intent.

"D-demon... run!"

After someone stammered those words, all of Zhao Tian’s lackeys fled, leaving him trembling alone in the spot.

"Y-you... stay away..." Zhao Tian collapsed to the ground, paralyzed by the killing intent Sikong Xu was projecting.

"In the future... don't mess with Xiao Xi again. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes... I swear! I won't bother Xiao Xi—oh, no, I mean classmate Ye Xi ever again!"

Hearing this, Sikong Xu withdrew his killing intent and smiled. "Good. Now get lost."

In the next moment, Zhao Tian bolted like a rabbit, wanting nothing more than to never see this demon again.