My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 395 395 Noble Bloodline?

"Yang Qi, do you know who I am? How dare you be so arrogant in front of me!" Cao Geng stood up, his eyes revealing an icy killing intent. He was truly furious.

Yang Qi smiled. "Who you are doesn't interest me. As I've already said, I have no interest in dead men. By the way, I hear you all look down on us martial artists from Kang City. In that case, it's my turn to look down on you! Cao Geng, I will destroy you within three moves! Do you dare to fight me?"

The people around were stunned. Although they had confidence in Yang Qi, defeating Cao Geng within three moves seemed impossible. After all, Cao Geng was a Seventh Rank Great Grandmaster. Even if he had only reached the Proficiency Realm, surely Yang Qi couldn't defeat him in just three moves. That was too much of an exaggeration, too arrogant!

"Defeat me in three moves?" Cao Geng laughed, a wild, unrestrained laugh. He couldn't believe such a madman existed in this world. What is wrong with his brain? How could he spout such laughably ignorant words?

"Big talk is useless, Yang Qi," Cao Geng said coldly. "Without real strength, you will soon become a laughingstock!"

"Are you talking about yourself?" Yang Qi smiled back. "You're already a joke. You'll find out soon enough!"

Cao Geng's face darkened. He glared at Yang Qi. "Fine, keep spewing flowery words; it's just momentary arrogance. However, you don't even have the right to fight me. Wind General is the weakest of us four in terms of combat power. Let's see if you can even last three moves against him. Then we'll talk about you fighting me!"

"Him? He's pathetic!" Yang Qi glanced disdainfully at the Wind General.

Though the man was also a Seventh Rank Great Grandmaster, he had only just entered the rank. Moreover, it was obvious his strength lay in his movement technique; his overall combat power was weak.

"Arrogant!" The Wind General was clearly enraged by Yang Qi. A dagger appeared in his hand. For someone like him, even a longsword would affect his speed, so he chose a dagger.

"Die!" the Wind General's icy voice cut through the wind. He seemed to transform into a furious gust as he rushed toward Yang Qi—a wind where every current was laced with danger.

Yang Qi just watched with disdain, not bothering to use a weapon. He simply kicked out.

Everyone thought his leg was about to be crippled, but in the next moment, they realized they were wrong. It was like a sturdy steel rod entering a tiger's mouth; not only did the teeth fail to bite through, they shattered upon impact. The leg struck the Wind General's head, kicking the dagger right out of his hand.

The Wind General was shocked and dismayed. The fire of slaughter inside him seemed to be extinguished in an instant. He panicked, using his movement technique to retreat, trying to dodge the blow.

Legs! Move, damn it, retreat! he roared internally.

But while he was retreating, Yang Qi's leg was faster.

BANG!

A terrifying force struck the Wind General's head. He was sent flying, his head dizzy and heavy. Although he wasn't dead, he was severely wounded. He felt as though he had suffered a concussion and had lost all ability to fight, left only to wait for death.

How is this possible! How can he be so strong! Even his speed is more terrifying than mine! How did he do that? Dazed, the Wind General sensed the threat of death, his heart filling with terror.

Fortunately, Cao Geng and his two companions appeared in front of the Wind General, blocking Yang Qi's path of attack.

Yang Qi halted his assault, but everyone was stunned. That was the Wind General, one of the Thunder Sect's Six Great Generals. Even if he was only slightly stronger than Cao Kun, he shouldn't have been defeated in a single move. It was clear he had lost all combat power.

This is terrifying. Has Yang Qi gotten stronger again? Just how much has he improved in this short time?

Many people didn't know about the battles on the Life and Death Platform in Thunder City, but Zhao Xiong and Yan Bo, who had been present, did. The Yang Qi of back then was not as fearsome as he was today. If the current Yang Qi were to face Jiang Tianfu again, he could probably kill him instantly.

"Heh, he's no good either. Send in the next one!" Yang Qi looked down at the Wind General, who was struggling just to get up, and said sarcastically, "Are all the martial artists from the Thunder Sect such trash? Is there not a single decent one among you?"

He threw the insults they had hurled at the martial artists of Kang City right back at them.

"Arrogant! I'll deal with you!" Power General roared and lunged forward.

Power General was different from Wind General. His physical strength was terrifying, as was his killing power. Roaring, he hammered his fists toward Yang Qi, seeking vengeance for his comrade. The fearsome roar shook people to their core.

"Not bad. Your strength is impressive. In a direct confrontation, you're far stronger than that Wind General. However, that's all there is to it!" Yang Qi smiled.

He, too, threw his fists out, his technique identical to his opponent's.

BOOM!

Visually, Yang Qi's fists seemed small while Power General's were massive. But when their fists collided, Power General let out a scream of agony. His burly body was blasted away, crashing directly onto the Wind General and crushing him to death.

Power General himself spat out a mouthful of blood, his arms trembling uncontrollably, his eyes filled with terror.

"Yes!"

"Brilliant!"

"So satisfying!"

The long-suppressed martial artists of Kang City erupted with excitement, some even jumping to their feet. He was so strong! It was so satisfying! Many had known Yang Qi was strong, but until today, none knew the true extent of his power. Now they saw that Yang Qi's strength was truly terrifying. The so-called Six Great Generals were not in the same league as him at all. Forget three moves; they couldn't even withstand a single one.

They just wanted to scream and vent the frustration that had built up inside them. They had been stifled for too long, suppressed to the point where they could hardly breathe! At this moment, seeing Yang Qi display his divine might, how could they not be elated? How could they not be exhilarated?

"Ahhh! Yang Qi, you bastard! You dare to injure the people of my Thunder Sect one after another! I will tear you to pieces!" Cao Geng was furious, letting out a hysterical roar.

It hadn't taken long for his confidence and arrogance to curdle into anger and panic.

Yang Qi scoffed, looking at Cao Geng. "You useless trash. From start to finish, you haven't dared to fight me yourself, instead sending your underlings to their deaths. I really don't know where you get the nerve to come to Kang City and run wild."

"Shut up!" Cao Geng yelled. "I am the Young Master of the Thunder Sect! Noble blood flows through my veins! What right does a lowlife like you have to compare yourself to me? Even stinking refuse is better than you!"

Yang Qi laughed. "So, your mouth is your strongest weapon after all. Today, I'm going to find out what color your 'noble' blood is. Is it black? Alright then, the rest of you can come at me all at once. I can't be bothered to fight you one by one. It's too dull!"

Everyone was stunned once more. Is he being too confident? Does he really intend to challenge all of them at once? Cao Geng, Poison General, the injured Power General, and their team of nearly a hundred men?