Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

CRACKLE!

Another explosive sound. Amid a flash of Thunder Light, Mu Chen’s figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, right in front of Balrek. Primordial Power gathered as Mu Chen spun violently, lashing out with a Whip Kick.

Balrek was suspended in the air with no center of gravity, making it impossible for him to dodge. Left with no choice, he could only raise his arms to block Mu Chen’s Whip Kick.

BOOM!

’If I want to completely avoid harassment at the academy, I need to make an example of someone to establish my dominance,’ Mu Chen thought as the corner of his mouth curled up. ’Otherwise, given Mu Bingling’s status in the hearts of the Holy Hall and Outer Circle Students, I’ll definitely be met with hostility from all sides. I need a stepping stone right now, someone to make all the Outer Circle Students fear me. That will let me focus all my energy on dealing with provocations from the Holy Hall Students. So, it’s no surprise that Balrek is the perfect candidate.’ For this reason, Mu Chen put his full strength into this Whip Kick.

A roar was followed by a sharp CRACK. Accompanied by Balrek’s bloodcurdling scream, his entire body was sent flying backward, slamming into a wall at the cafeteria entrance with a THUD. Both of his arms were now bent at ninety-degree angles—they were clearly broken.

WHOOSH!

In an instant, the entire cafeteria fell deathly silent. Everyone stared in horror at the blue-haired young man at the entrance. A light breeze swept past, making everyone shiver involuntarily.

"This..." Someone opened his mouth but found he couldn’t utter a single word. The scene was simply too bizarre. The Martial Artist Realm Mu Chen had just revealed was enough to shock them. A Third-Ring Martial Master, and he was only fifteen years old! They had only ever seen a Martial Master that young in the Holy Hall.

If his Martial Artist Realm only proved that Mu Chen had high Cultivation Talent, then defeating Balrek, an Eighth-Ring Great Martial Master, in two moves with his bare hands was a miracle. It wasn’t that no one could challenge those above their level, but most could only jump one Ring Level. Those who could jump two Ring Levels were already considered to be defying the heavens. But what did they witness today? That blue-haired kid, a mere Third-Ring Martial Master, had utterly defeated an Eighth-Ring Great Martial Master.

Something like this was unprecedented, and for a moment, no one could accept it. Qing Lei and Little Tiger, who had run to the side of the door, had rubbed their eyes raw. Although they knew Mu Chen was hiding his true strength, they never imagined his depths were something they couldn’t even begin to fathom.

Qing Lei muttered, "Is he even human?"

Little Tiger subconsciously shook his head. ’I knew it,’ he thought, ’even when I used my full strength, Mu Chen was only using a fraction of his.’

News traveled fast among the students, especially since the incident happened in the crowded cafeteria. In an instant, the news that a Third-Ring Martial Master had defeated an Eighth-Ring Great Martial Master in two moves swept through the entire cafeteria like a hurricane.

"Hey, man, did you hear? Just now, on the first floor, a new student with the cultivation of a Third-Ring Martial Master took out Thunder Lion Balrek in two moves."

"Pfft, it’s lunchtime. What kind of joke is that?"

"Dammit, tons of people downstairs saw it with their own eyes. Believe it or not." After saying this, the young man hurried downstairs.

"No way... Could something that insane really have happened?" Seeing students put down their chopsticks one by one, he followed the crowd downstairs as well.

On the third floor of the cafeteria, the decor could no longer be described as merely high-end. Gilded walls displayed a graceful opulence, while various crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow. The White Jade Color floor reflected the gentle light, creating a warm and comfortable feeling. Yet, in this vast space, there were only 200 Holy Hall Students. All the core students of the Holy Hall were eating quietly. It might have been an illusion, but it seemed all the Holy Hall Students were intentionally or unintentionally gathered around a woman in the corner. This woman was, of course, none other than the Holy Hall Goddess, Mu Bingling.

At this moment, Mu Bingling was staring blankly at the table in front of her, holding a piece of jade that looked like it had been worn smooth. Suddenly, a figure in red swiftly shot up to the third floor. The figure spotted Mu Bingling sitting in the corner at a glance and leaped over to her.

"Sister Bing, a fight broke out among students on the first floor! I heard a new student at the Third-Ring Martial Master realm defeated Balrek, the third-ranked expert of the Outer Circle, in just two moves!"

This red figure was, of course, Wang Junyao. Her face was flushed, and her gradually developing, full chest heaved rapidly, causing some of the male students who were eating to stare, dumbfounded.

Mu Bingling turned her head, puzzled. "Is that so? You should eat. Your food is getting cold..."

Clearly, Mu Bingling wasn’t very interested. Wang Junyao grinned playfully. "I knew you’d say that, Sister Bing. But what if I told you the name of that Third-Ring Martial Artist is... Mu Chen?"

CRASH!

With a crisp sound, the teacup in Mu Bingling’s hand slipped from her grasp. "What did you say?"

Wang Junyao smiled sweetly. "That Third-Ring Martial Artist is named Mu Chen!"

"Mu Chen!... Mu Chen!... Mu Chen!..."

The name echoed in Mu Bingling’s mind. With a WHOOSH, her figure flickered and vanished from the dining hall. In the instant she disappeared, everyone saw the shimmering light at her feet—nine corporeal, orange Martial Rings.

SNAP!

The crisp sound of chopsticks snapping rang out. Xuan Yu, who was sitting not far from Mu Bingling, had an expression that was as dark as it could get. ’Mu Chen... I’d like to see just who this person is, to be able to provoke such an intense reaction from Mu Bingling.’

As soon as he finished his thought, Xuan Yu also left the third floor with a WHOOSH. Immediately after, all the Holy Hall Students left the third floor as well. They knew a good show was about to start.

On the first floor of the cafeteria, Mu Chen was still standing at the entrance. Behind him, the group of students Balrek had brought were all backing away. As for Balrog, he had already lowered his head and hidden at the very back of the crowd, just waiting for a chance to slip away.

"You all..."

Just as Mu Chen turned to look behind him, a blue figure appeared in his path. The words he was about to speak caught in his throat. His mouth hung slightly open, and he looked a bit dazed.

WHOOSH!

Mu Bingling suddenly lunged forward. With a wave of her jade-like arm, she grabbed the sleeve on Mu Chen’s right side. Because people would always subconsciously glance at his incomplete right arm whenever he was in a crowd, Mu Chen had deliberately bought wide-sleeved long robes to hide it after arriving in the city. An ordinary person wouldn’t notice anything unusual.

But Mu Bingling’s move was too sudden. Coupled with the fact that Mu Chen had almost no defenses up against her, she easily pinched his empty sleeve.

Upon feeling it, Mu Bingling’s tears began to flow like a spring, streaming down her exquisite cheeks. "Chen’Er, is it you...?"

Mu Bingling’s tears snapped Mu Chen back to his senses. His nose suddenly tingled. Three years of bitter separation, three years of longing day and night, three years of a suppressed, painful, tedious, and lonely life of cultivation had forged his heart into something strong. But behind that strong heart was a promise he had to keep for a lifetime. He existed to be a Guardian! To be the Guardian for the woman before him... Seeing Mu Bingling’s tears, his strong heart melted into tenderness, and his cold, resolute face gradually softened.

"I’m sorry... I came back late..."

His voice was soft, like a whisper, but it blew into Mu Bingling’s heart like a gentle breeze, scattering three years of loneliness, three years of longing...

Only in the moment Mu Chen had left did she realize just how important a place this frail boy held in her heart. In an instant, Mu Bingling threw herself into Mu Chen’s not-so-strong but solid chest, hugging him tightly. Mu Chen’s soft whisper completely melted the heart that had been frozen for three years.

Mu Chen held Mu Bingling’s slender frame tightly. He was no longer that frail kid. He was no longer that weak boy who only knew how to hide behind Mu Bingling.

They embraced tightly right there at the cafeteria entrance. The scene made passersby stop in their tracks. Some were already filled with righteous indignation.

"Fuck, isn’t that kid a newcomer? How dare he hold our goddess in his arms?"

"Exactly! That guy must have eaten a leopard’s gall to have such guts. This is absolutely intolerable!"

"Pfft... save it. That kid is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He’s the one who just took down Balrek in two hits. I heard he even broke both his arms. Besides, he clearly knows the Academy Goddess. Maybe they’re childhood sweethearts."

"No way... *Sob*, give me back my goddess..."

For a moment, all sorts of discussions erupted. The chatter grew louder and louder until Mu Chen and Mu Bingling finally realized this was not a good place to catch up. He immediately pulled Mu Bingling along as Thunder Light surged beneath his feet, and in an instant, they vanished from the cafeteria entrance. The surrounding crowd, however, was unwilling to disperse for a long time. In that moment, the news that the Imperial Academy’s goddess, Mu Bingling, had descended to the mortal realm spread throughout the entire academy.

Only Wang Junyao remained, staring blankly at the spot where they had disappeared. She muttered, "This is the first time I’ve ever seen Sister Bing like this."

Meanwhile, at a window on the second floor, the killing intent in a figure’s eyes flashed and vanished... ’Mu Chen... you’re the first person who has dared to steal a woman from me...’ After leaving these words behind, the figure in the second-floor window disappeared.

The Imperial Academy was vast, and the surrounding scenery was breathtaking. By the shore of a quiet and peaceful lake, two figures slowly appeared.

"Chen’Er, your Martial Artist Realm..." Mu Bingling was astounded. Three years ago, when Mu Chen left, he was a good-for-nothing who wasn’t even a Martial Disciple. Now, three years later, he was already a Third-Ring Martial Master. Such talent, such a cultivation speed... and the fluctuations of Primordial Power she felt when Mu Chen had carried her away—it was all so powerful. One must remember, Mu Chen had three fewer years of cultivation than the average person, yet he had now far surpassed them.

"For dignity." Mu Chen smiled faintly. "I told you that when I returned, I would give you a big surprise, Sister. It seems I succeeded."

Hearing this, Mu Bingling froze for a moment. She suddenly recalled the words that stubborn, frail boy had declared to everyone in the square of Luofeng City three years ago.

"In this world, no one is a good-for-nothing forever. One day, I will trample all of you who have trampled on my dignity under my feet."

’He really did it...’ Mu Bingling thought, looking at Mu Chen’s resolute face. A beautiful curve formed on her lips as she said in a teasing voice, "Our Chen’Er has changed. He’s not that frail little child anymore."