Rise of The Demon General

Wu Di didn't stop with just one punch. He brutally hammered his fist again and again at Yan Dose's face. His martial art that caused his muscle to bulge gave him unusually large strength. Each punch of his was enough to shatter rocks.

Yan Long, who was now tussling with Xin Wuming, was unable to provide help. He could only watch in disbelief as his cousin was ganged up by the enemies.

Yan Dose felt the pain coursing through his brain. He felt warm blood flowing down his nose. He was unable to believe it. He, a junior student, a beginning transformation stage cultivator, was disabled and turned into a punching bag by three freshman students with lower cultivation.

He howled and used all the aether inside him. The explosive energy allowed him to break free of Tuang Yin's grip. His palm struck the girl with strong martial art and sent her reeling back with an inner wound. Then the free arm went forward with the same palm art. He couldn't care less now if he caused excessive injury to these freshman students.

His palm struck Wu Di's chest. A loud impact occurred. Wu Di was again thrown back. This time, blood spurted from his mouth.

When Yan Dose was about to turn to Amon who was still grabbing his left arm, he felt a blow to the side of his head. Then another right at the back of his head. He felt dizzy. What confused him was why he couldn't seem to channel his energy to his left arm and free himself as he did with Tuang Yin.

Before he realized it, he found Amon's legs climbing onto his head. The two legs clamped on his neck and pulled his body down. He fell to the ground with Amon's scissor choke clamping his neck.

On the way down, Amon used one hand and slammed his elbow to Yan Dose's elbow with his other hand still holding the arm. Amon then followed up with a punch using Bone Shattering Shadow Fist at the same spot. The two consecutive impacts broke Yan Dose's elbow.

"ARRGGHH…!!!" Yan Dose screamed out in pain.

Amon tightened his leg-choke, trying to make Yan Dose lose consciousness, but the strength of a transformation stage couldn't be underestimated. He felt like his legs were clamping a piece of steel pillar instead of a person's neck.

"I WILL KILL YOUUU…!!!" Yan Dose shouted despite the choke. His one remaining arm stretched and a longsword appeared in his hand.

'He has gone mad!' Amon thought in consternation. Weapon usage was prohibited inside the academy except in the arena. For Yan dose to ignore this rule meant that he was no longer thinking straight.

Amon immediately let go of his hold as the longsword came stabbing. He rolled away while Yan Dose pushed himself up and came after Amon.

With only one arm holding the longsword, Yan Dose stabbed forward with a sword art. Multiple sword lights shot out with curved and unexpected trajectories. Amon had sensed the killing intent and moved away as fast as possible. One of the sword lights still cut through the side of his arm. Even after using Hardened Bronze Body, Amon still suffered a deep cut. Without the defensive art, Amon might have lost his arm already.

The sword lights continued and hit the student behind. The ones who were hit received grievous wounds. Amon had placed his back where more Nobles members were crowding, so the sword lights that went passed him hit many of the Nobles members. Still, with how chaotic the brawl was, Amon noticed one of the people that was hit by the sword light was his underling. That person lost a leg from the sword light.

Amon was ready to take out his weapons to deal with this madman, but noticing a couple of specks in the sky made him change his mind. He retreated and put more distance between himself and Yan Dose.

Yan Dose wasn't about to let Amon go. The boy had truly hit his nerve. The pain from his broken left arm continued to sting. Every time he moved, it was like a hundred needles were stabbing him. He didn't let the pain stop him. The pain instead fueled his hatred and the desire to crush Amon.

Yan Dose made a strong slash. Powerful energy lashed out. The energy cut through both the ground and the air, creating a large gash on the ground. Amon jumped to the side, evading the sword energy. This time Amon's back was to a vacant space, so no collateral damage.

Before Amon's feet landed, another sword energy came again. It was a consecutive sword art. Amon was unable to dodge this second one. His body turned bronze in anticipation of receiving the blow, but he was sure he wouldn't be unscathed. He turned his body position slightly so that the sword energy didn't hit his vital part.

When the sword energy was about to hit, someone pushed him to the side. The push helped Amon escape the sword energy's path. Amon looked at the one who pushed him. It was Tuang Yin. Because of the push, Tuang Yin's arm had entered the sword's path instead.

The energy went past Tuang Yin's arm and it was sliced cleanly apart.

*

A few seconds ago above the sky, two men were floating above the brawling mass. One young and one old.

"What the heck is going on down there?" One of them, the older one, asked. "I don't believe it when the report came in, but I still fly here to make sure."

"It has been decades since we have a mass fight like this," the younger one said.

"This is even worse than the last one. How many students are fighting down there, two hundred?"

"A bit less than two hundred, I think. Should we stop them?"

"Of course, we should stop them!" The older one exclaimed. "Mass fights like this tend to be chaotic, and mistakes are easier to occur. There might even be a loss of life."

As they were talking, they saw one of the students fighting down there pull out a sword. He started to use sword art without reservation and hit the other students.

"Fuck! Hurry and go down!" The older one exclaimed. His body immediately shot toward the ground.

*

Tuang Yin was kneeling on the ground, holding her cut arm. Yet, she only uttered a low groan. Amon couldn't help but be impressed by the girl. But he couldn't afford her his attention, Yan Dose was already coming at him again with his longsword. The man seemed determined to finish off Amon.

"Your life is mine…!!!" Yan Dose yelled as he thrust his sword. Energy traveled through his hand and into the hilt of the sword before it traveled along its blade. When it reached the sword's tip, the coursing energy condensed and was about to be released.

Amon could sense the danger from that sword art. If that condensed energy was released, he was sure it could puncture anyone here.

But before it did, a thin light came down from above. It accurately hit the sword Yan Dose was holding. The impact forced the sword to be torn out of Yan Dose's grip.

Yan Dose looked at his sword that had fallen to the ground with anger and disbelief. He then screamed, "Which asshole dares to intrude…?!"

​ An old man then appeared in front of him. The movement was so abrupt that one moment there was no one, the next second, this old man was already before him, staring at him as if a ghost suddenly appeared.

Yan Dose was about to scold this person before realization hit him. The words that were about to escape his mouth were choked back in his throat. Panic started to set in. Even the pain in his left arm was forgotten.

"Tu–Tutor An Guan…!" Yan Dose stammered.

An Guan replied by slapping Yan Dose. The slap forced Yan Dose to kneel. Blood spilled from his mouth.

"STOP ALL THIS AT ONCE…!!!" An Guan's voice thundered out. He released oppressive pressure that forced all the students to have difficulty moving.

"A spirit stage…," Amon estimated. He had sensed similar pressure from Pai Kuan and Lin Weida. It was not strange considering this old man was flying before. He was one of the specks Amon had seen in the sky.

All the students stopped their fighting. The ones who wore face masks were further away and thus were not as affected by An Guan's pressure. They tried to turn around and flee, but another person floated down from the sky and released pressure not weaker than An Guan. Everyone stopped then.

Some of the students were on the ground, unable to stand because of their wounds. Several academy officers in uniform came then. They had departed together with An Guan but because they couldn't fly, it took them slightly longer to arrive.

"Quickly bring those who are hurt to the infirmary!" An Guan commanded them. The officers immediately complied and started picking up those students that were in the worst condition. Tuang Yin was one of them.

"As for the rest of you… Follow me! We are going to get to the bottom of this!" An Guan exclaimed.