Chapter 5 - The Ugliness and Immorality in the Sect (2/2)

If Lin Yun was gone, how could he steal a share of Su Ziyao’s elixirs given to Lin Yun?

“Defeat him!”

With an angry growl, Zhou Ping’s poised blow reached its peak.

The five fingers of his right hand shaped into a claw as that of a hunting eagle, fiercely heading right toward Lin Yun’s head.

“How callous!”

All disciples outside the scene took a deep breath. It seemed Zhou Ping didn’t plan to spare Lin Yun’s life.

Targeting straight at the top of his head would leave Lin Yun either dead or badly hurt.

Five moves?

Zhou Ping simply didn’t consider five moves but one single deadly blow in order to humiliate his opponent.

Rustle!

The gust was strong enough before the eagle claw arrived. Lin Yun could hardly keep his eyes open and his long hair was dancing wildly in the air.

He retreated his right foot and bent over.

In the eyes of all others, Lin Yun made a slightly stupid move, to the surprise of all others.

Was he about to draw back to escape a bit? But was he able to do so?

“Damn!” The casual-looking administrator Yang suddenly felt worried with his right eye twitching and his face changing dramatically.

It was late already. Before he tried to stop everything, Lin Yun had already set out.

My heart shelters a fierce tiger which, however, enjoys sniffing roses!

Tiger Fist—Tiger Roaring in Forest!

Pulling back the right foot and bending over, Lin Yin didn’t retreat but took an imitative by clenching five fingers of his hand and smashing a punch out.

In an instant, there seemed to be a painting unfolding behind him.

The bones in his body were cracking like tiger roars. On the punch, sound of explosion rang all over in the air, turbulent airflows were triggered, and gale picked up in all directions.

“This punch is for me. You shouldn’t have stopped me from becoming an outer disciple by setting up secretive schemes!” Lin Yun thought to himself.

“Final Perfection of Tiger Fist!”

There was a sharp-eyed disciple who could immediately tell that Lin Yun’s Tiger Fist had reached top level!

Bang!

At the collision of fist and claw, Zhou Ping, whose Eagle Palm yet to reach the top level, was thrown away by Lin Yin’s fierceness.

Zhou Ping’s palm was blasted, and he felt like his entire arm was broken, his body driven backward in the air.

Panic oozed out from his eyes. How was it possible? Three day ago, Lin Yun was at Slight Achievement level.

How could he break through to top level, Final Perfection, in merely three days?

Although Tiger Fist was a basic martial art, it was never an easy matter to reach the top level.

The most horrible thing was that Zhou Ping wanted to defeat Lin Yun with one blow, but at this moment, he couldn’t change his position in the air.

Lin Yun looked indifferent, running for a few steps, and then sprang up high like a tiger.

His leaping, though with no height nor speed of Zhou Ping’s Eagle, fully displayed the spirit and power of a fierce tiger.

Tiger Dashing down from Mountain Top!

With his body that couldn’t move in the air and a weak arm, Zhou Ping could do nothing but watched Lin Yun’s more violent punch hitting into his chest.

Cracking!

Several bones in Zhou Ping’s chest were broken. Zhou Ping looked extremely painful and then fell on the ground, whining.

“The second punch is for the former possessor of this body. Zhou Ping, you shouldn’t have bullied Lin Yun for two years just because you are stronger than him!”

Lin Yun pulled his moves back and stood upright.

After landing on the ground, Lin Yun relaxed his fingers and calmed down the rolling inner power within his body.

Zhou Ping, who was originally thought to be able to kill Lin Yun with one move, was defeated by Lin Yun with just two powerful and neat moves.

This was a result beyond everyone’s expectation, astonishing every outer disciple present in the Administration hall.

Whistle. Gust picked up!

Administrator Yang flashed to Zhou Ping to check his wound.

His face turned gloomy in an instant. Looking at Lin Yun, he raged, “You sword slave, how dare you to be so callous! Lin Yun, for hurting Sect peer and being ruthless, I now expel you out of Qingyun Sect!”

Lin Yun was a bit stunned, but on a second thought, he was not surprised. He said calmly, “Tiger Fist itself is a martial art weaker than Eagle Palm. If I haven’t done my best, his first claw may have broken my skull.”

“How dare you talk back to me!”

Administrator Yang was unable to contain his anger. Zhou Ping’s wound was too serious to explain to his father.

This little sword slave even dared to talk back to him. He was really heedless of consequences.

In the Administration hall, the atmosphere suddenly turned depressing. Grey-gown administrator was really hitting the ceiling!

“Stop!”

Just when the grey-gown administrator was about to seek revenge on Lin Yun, a hoarse voice came from upstairs.