Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 13: Thunderclap Twelve Blasts—One Punch Shocks the W

Before the official start, the class leader Zhao Hao put on an ostentatious display to take the first step.

"Cheating? Watch expose you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ping’an’s expression didn’t change as he leisurely extended a hand and raised one finger.

"One punch, if you can withstand one punch, I’ll call it your win."

At this mont, he used the most indifferent tone to utter the most provocative words.

In an instant, he successfully infuriated the other party.

With new grievances and old hatreds combined, class leader Zhao Hao erupted at this mont, charging forward without a word, giving it his all, and unleashing his ultimate move.

"Arrogant! Take my Thunderbolt Fist!"

Not far away, many classmates burst out in exclamations.

"Oh my god! It’s here! The class leader’s Thunderbolt Fist!"

"This ti Lin Ping’an is going to be exposed! The power of the Thunderbolt Fist at Minor Achievent is definitely sothing to endure."

"Such strong Qi Blood! Such speed!"

"..."

Among them, Liu Ze and Zhao Huishu, who had been in the spotlight before, also beca serious in their expressions.

Just looking at the combat power of this class 3 leader Zhao Hao was enough to threaten them.

Never expected, the opponents would be so nurous.

On the other side, they also didn’t see Lin Ping’an in a favorable light; with the Qi Blood values not differing much, the power of the martial techniques mastered beca the key to victory.

And now, clearly, Zhao Hao held the absolute advantage.

However.

In the next mont.

"Bang～"

With a loud noise, Zhao Hao was knocked back several ters, slamming hard into the ground.

In an instant, the scene fell into a tumultuous uproar, with countless students both shocked and engaging in heated discussions.

"Oh my god! Did I see that right? That... was Lin Ping’an also using Thunderbolt Fist? And even more powerful than Zhao Hao’s!"

"What the hell! The class leader’s Thunderbolt Fist has reached Minor Achievent, doesn’t that an Lin Ping’an is at least at Great Achievent?"

"Did you hear the Thunderbolt Six Roars? It’s definitely at the Great Achievent realm."

"Damn! One punch! He really defeated with just one punch! It’s truly unbelievable!"

"Not a sound, but a thunderous surprise, is Lin Ping’an taking so sort of protagonist script?"

"How did he suddenly beco so aweso? It’s incredible! Does he have so kind of grandpa or sothing?"

"..."

Several class teachers acting as referees hurried to the field to check Zhao Hao’s injury.

From a distance, the principal remained unchanged in expression, as a Third Grade Martial Artist, even though not very close, could tell the outco.

The injuries weren’t severe, at most a broken hand bone, which, with current dical treatnt, was not a big deal.

If willing to spend the money, it could be healed in a few days.

Besides, as long as one isn’t dead or crippled, that’s sufficient.

As martial artists, stepping into the ring already ans accepting one’s fate!

Considering their age, since they haven’t entered Martial Arts University yet, more caution is needed.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t even be a need for intervention.

From afar, Zhao Hao, lying on the ground, twisted and wailed, crying out that it was impossible.

"Ah, ah, ah... pain, pain, pain... this... how is this possible? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could I lose?"

"Clearly... clearly, my Thunderbolt Fist had reached Minor Achievent, how could I lose?"

Such a miserable appearance and behavior were utterly disgraceful and contemptible.

Lin Ping’an then walked over leisurely, speaking in a calm tone.

"The winner is king, be more cautious with your words in the future!"

"This is the first ti, and I hope it’s the last. Don’t cause trouble again, or it’ll be more than just that!"

After speaking, without caring whether the other party understood or not, he turned and left, too lazy to take another look.

In fact, he really held back, even without showing his true strength; based on his apparent strength, it wouldn’t be difficult to cripple the opponent with one punch.

The Thunderbolt Fist mastered by Lin Ping’an was not the Great Achievent realm seen by others but a realm even higher than perfection.

The Yellow Level Technique Thunderbolt Fist can achieve Minor Achievent with three roars, Great Achievent with six roars, and perfection with nine roars.

However, Lin Ping’an had already surpassed these limits, capable of delivering Thunderbolt Twelve Roars at his strongest.

Furthermore, for Techniques like this Yellow Level one, he didn’t just know one; previously, he didn’t have the Qi Blood Value to execute or demonstrate its power.

This template in the world can basically be considered as typical low aptitude with incredibly high comprehension.

Before activating the Civilization Master System, Lin Ping’an had already developed 58% of the Painful Demon Body.

Even without the system, he could still beco a strong warrior.

Of course, there are two reasons he didn’t go all-out this ti.

Firstly, the strike was ant to establish authority and reduce trouble, not to increase difficulty and trouble.

Secondly, it wasn’t so deep-seated hatred; in such cases, it’s proper to give a chance.

As it stands, it’s just right for serving as a lesson.

At the sa ti, Zhao Huishu felt a bit of curiosity rising in her heart amidst her astonishnt.

On the other side, Liu Ze of class 2 clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, and frowned intensely.

He always thought of himself as the genius of the school and was prepared to shine in this test.

But never did he expect Lin Ping’an to suddenly erge out of nowhere.

Unhappy!

Truly unhappy!

But regardless of how he thought about it, it didn’t make a bit of difference.

Losing is losing; even if he personally stepped onto the stage, the result would be similar to Zhao Hao’s.

Lin Ping’an, with a casual punch, could naturally knock him down just as easily.

Just then, the principal lightly cleared his throat, slightly gathered his Qi, and spoke.

"Alright! The match is over! Student Lin Ping’an is victorious!"

"Teacher Li, please escort the other student to the dical room for treatnt."

"Now, let’s continue with the Qi Blood Test."

"Additionally, Lin Ping’an, please co to the principal’s office; there’s sothing I need to discuss with you."

Saying this, he turned and left.

A mont later.

After Lin Ping’an left, the students began to talk amongst themselves.

"Oh my god! What is this situation? What does the principal want with him? Does he have so backing in the principal?"

"Idiot! What are you thinking? Obviously, it’s because of his good performance that he’s getting recognition; what else would the principal want with him?"

"He’s soaring straight into the sky! This plot is just ridiculous!"

"Wah-wah... I’m so envious... Great performance, handso looks, and now strong martial arts cultivation, how can there be such a perfect being in the world?"

"I declare... from now on, Lin Ping’an is my idol! Moreover, I decide to cling to him while he’s not fully risen yet."

...

A few minutes later, inside the principal’s office.

Lin Ping’an appeared calm, devoid of the timidity students often show when eting their teachers, sitting across on the guest sofa, showing no signs of feeling out of place.

On the other side, the principal sat in his office chair, showing so signs of admiration on his face.

Putting other things aside, this student indeed appeared more composed than others in the past.

In past years, countless Martial Arts Students didn’t know how to adjust their posture low enough, but now this attitude is exceptionally rare.