The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

As Wang Mingxiu rushed to the rescue, Qin Ya gave a cold smile. He flicked his long spear, and before Wang Mingxiu’s horrified and grief-stricken eyes, Wang Yan’s head soared into the air, yet not a single drop of blood spilled.

"This is a deathmatch, you know."

Qin Ya said with a cold laugh.

Wang Mingxiu stared blankly at the headless corpse on the ground for a moment. Then, an incomparably powerful killing intent erupted, soaring to the Nine Heavens. A voice as cold as a demon’s slowly echoed, chilling everyone to the core.

"Qin Ya, you’re dead!"

Just as Wang Mingxiu was about to strike, a calm voice spoke slowly, "Wang Mingxiu, you’d better think this through!"

A figure in a gray robe suddenly stood before Qin Ya, his eyes as tranquil as an ancient well fixed on Wang Mingxiu. "To think of killing a High-Level Teacher of the Academy... do you intend to make an enemy of our Mingxin Academy?"

"Huaa Que!"

Wang Mingxiu’s pupils contracted, his eyes filled with trepidation.

The old man before him was none other than the Mansion Master of Mingxin Academy, Huaa Que—a figure of paramount importance in the Yunxiao Empire.

"He may be a High-Level Teacher of the Academy, but he killed my son! Are you telling me to just let this go?" Wang Mingxiu said through clenched teeth. Wang Yan wasn’t just his son; he was the prodigy of their family, the foundation of their future, and perhaps even their next Extraordinary!

Huaa Que sneered. "Hah. Wang Mingxiu, remember where you are. This is the Imperial Capital’s Warrior Arena. Plenty of people die here. Your son is hardly the first."

"This was a deathmatch! A fight to the bitter end. Since your son agreed to it, he—and you—should have been prepared. Life and death are decided by strength alone. You can only blame your son for being inferior."

Wang Mingxiu’s face turned grim. He knew Huaa Que was right, but to let Qin Ya go just like that... He couldn’t accept it. He simply couldn’t!

"What a fine Qin Ya! No one ever imagined you could actually kill my son, Wang Yan—especially not when he was armed with two Fifth-Grade Profound Soldiers. I underestimated you." Wang Mingxiu’s eyes burned with a blood-red light as he glared at Qin Ya behind Huaa Que, wishing he could skin him alive, swallow him whole, and drink his marrow.

"Heh, thanks for the compliment," Qin Ya replied with a detached smile.

"What, Wang Mingxiu, have you still not come to your senses?" Huaa Que said in a cold voice. Though his frame was wiry, it exuded the pressure of a great mountain. Despite both being of the Extraordinary realm, Wang Mingxiu still felt a deep chill. He was no match for the man standing before him.

Mingxin Academy was simply too powerful—so powerful that he had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill. The Wang Family had only two Extraordinary Strong Persons, including himself. Mingxin Academy, on the other hand, had four or five Special-Level Teachers alone, not to mention its other hidden strengths.

An academy with a thousand-year history was not to be trifled with.

Forget his Wang Family; even if the Four Great Noble Families of the Imperial Capital joined forces, they wouldn’t dare to rashly challenge Mingxin Academy.

"I’ll accept this loss."

Wang Mingxiu’s tall frame seemed to shrink, hunching over. He carefully collected Wang Yan’s body and slowly departed from the Warrior Arena.

In this battle, the Wang Family had lost a prodigy.

As Wang Mingxiu left, the entire Warrior Arena instantly erupted into a frenzy. "Am I seeing things? I can’t be seeing things."

"Holy hell, this is a goddamn miracle! An upset! A massive upset! Qin Ya actually won!"

"Pinch me, see if I’m dreaming."

"OW! You actually pinched me! It’s not a dream! I’m really not dreaming! Qin Ya won! Wang Yan is dead!"

"Unbelievable. This fight was just unbelievable. It makes no sense how he won. Why did Qin Ya win?"

"How did he do it? His Cultivation Realm was lower than Wang Yan’s, and his equipment was far inferior, yet he’s the one who won."

Why was he able to win?

This question surfaced in everyone’s minds.

Huaa Que looked at Qin Ya in amazement. "Today I’ve learned that you’re not just absurdly talented in the Alchemy Dao, but you’re also a master of combat. I watched the entire battle, and thinking back, I realize you controlled the pace from start to finish."

"After you realized Wang Yan possessed the Fifth-Grade Dragon Scale Armor, you used your exquisite Spear Technique to constantly probe its weak points. If I’m not mistaken, that was the armor on his right chest, wasn’t it?"

"Once you found that weak point, you used that Spear Technique, Wind-Splitting, to attack it relentlessly. At the same time, you provoked him with words, fanning his rage until he nearly lost his senses. In that state, Wang Yan was unlikely to see your true goal."

"Wind-Splitting is powerful. After countless strikes from it on the same spot of the Dragon Scale Armor, even a Fifth-Grade Profound Soldier is bound to develop a flaw. That’s the principle of using a single point to break a whole surface."

"Finally, you launched your last strike—the one filled with the aura of Frost. That attack shattered Wang Yan’s Dragon Scale Armor, allowing you to kill him."

Huaa Que finished his analysis and said with admiration, "It all sounds simple enough—just focusing on one point and using psychological warfare. But without terrifying combat instincts and a cool, steady mind, the slightest misstep would have meant your complete and utter destruction."

Hearing this, the crowd felt a chill shoot up from the soles of their feet straight to their heads. They looked at Qin Ya with expressions full of dread.

’My god, how old is he? To have a mind like that...’

’Such rich combat experience and intuition... this young man is nothing like his innocent appearance. He’s a monster.’

’An unbelievable person. An incredible victory.’

After hearing Huaa Que’s explanation, the crowd felt Wang Yan hadn’t died in vain. Qin Ya’s victory was unexpected, yet it also seemed perfectly logical. There was no other way to see it; this young man couldn’t be measured by conventional standards.

Qin Ya gave a cool smile. "Tch. Old man, you make it sound so complicated. There’s only one reason I beat Wang Yan."

"I’m simply stronger than he is!"

’That’s right. Without sufficient strength, no amount of scheming would have been enough to win. In the end, it all came down to strength.’

Huaa Que was taken aback for a second, then burst out laughing. "Well said! You’re right. No matter how you slice it, it’s all part of your strength. If it weren’t, you would be the one lying dead, not Wang Yan."

"That’s true. Without that level of mastery in Spear Technique, how could he have struck the same spot over a hundred times and disabled the Dragon Scale Armor? That’s strength."

"Without that strength, he would’ve been burned to a crisp when Wang Yan used Blazing Flame of the Wildfire. None of this would have ever happened."

"He seems arrogant, but he actually has a crystal-clear understanding of his own power. Impressive, very impressive."

After this battle, a young man named Qin Ya captured the attention of the various powers not merely as a High-Level Teacher of the Academy, but for his sheer strength. When word of this fight spread, the Imperial Capital was shaken to its core!