Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 273: Breaking the Dragon Palm with One Move!

"He can’t block it. He’s bound to lose," Wan Tianming said, shaking his head. He knew just how formidable the Dragon Palm was.

Beichen sighed. If Lin Xuan had executed the World-Ending Flood Dragon Fist to its fullest, he might have had a chance to withstand the Dragon Palm. But he didn’t even use that technique; he merely extended two fingers. How could he possibly block it like that?

"Hehehe, this guy really has a death wish. Wonderful!" The people from the Celestial King’s Mansion were ecstatic. This upstart was finally going to hell. The Young Prince’s revenge would be served at last.

When the people of Wangyue Pavilion saw this, they were furious. Even at the brink of life and death, is Lin Xuan still so arrogant? It’s over! He’s doomed! Their hearts sank to rock bottom.

The Wangyue Pavilion Master shot to his feet. "Forfeit! Lin Xuan, forfeit! Stop the match immediately!" he yelled.

"It’s too late," the Star Pavilion Master sneered. "Even if he forfeits, he still has to take this palm strike. I want to see what he’ll use to block the Dragon Palm."

The Wangyue Pavilion Master froze, his heart sinking into a pit of despair.

The expressions of the royal elders changed, and the referee took a deep breath, preparing to intervene and save Lin Xuan. But at that very moment, an astonishing change occurred on the stage. Chu Yue’s palm suddenly stopped in mid-air, unable to advance another inch.

"How is this possible?" Chu Yue exclaimed. Just a moment ago, she had seen Lin Xuan extend two fingers to block her attack and had laughed so hard she cried. I’ve never seen such an idiot. I’ll seize this moment of carelessness and kill him in one blow! But when those two fingers touched her palm, it mysteriously halted, unable to move forward at all. How can this be happening?

Chu Yue was dumbfounded. The others were stunned as well.

What’s going on? The Dragon Palm... stopped? It was blocked! Blocked by Lin Xuan’s two fingers! How is that possible? Heavens, am I dreaming?

How did Lin Xuan do it? At that moment, everyone went mad. They had all thought Lin Xuan was courting death, an arrogant fool who didn’t know his own limits. But now they realized it wasn’t arrogance at all—it was absolute confidence. He had blocked the Dragon Palm with just two fingers! It was too heaven-defying! Utterly unbelievable!

"This can’t be real!" Wan Tianming shook his head frantically, refusing to accept it. He had been defeated by the Dragon Palm himself, so he knew exactly how terrifying the attack was. Its power was already incredibly close to that of a Grandmaster. How could it be blocked with just two fingers? I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming.

Beichen was dumbstruck. He had fought Lin Xuan before, and his opponent hadn’t been this monstrous back then. Could it be that Lin Xuan wasn’t using his full strength at the time? Did he hold back? The thought terrified him.

This is impossible! Sword Wushuang’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Even he couldn’t block the Dragon Palm with just two fingers. How on earth did Lin Xuan manage it?

It wasn’t just the first-tier prodigies who were shocked; even the elders and Sect Leaders were stunned.

The people from the Celestial King’s Mansion were frozen in place, their minds blank. The smiles on their faces stiffened. They had wanted to watch Lin Xuan descend into hell with their own eyes, but in the blink of an eye, they were the ones who had been slapped hard in the face.

The people from Star Pavilion could no longer laugh either. Was Chu Yue’s greatest trump card just blocked so easily? How could this be? They were devastated. Is Chu Yue going to be defeated? Lose to Lin Xuan? They couldn’t accept it.

The members of Wangyue Pavilion wore looks of stunned disbelief; they were just as stupefied. A moment ago, they had been scared stiff, and their Pavilion Master had been about to concede on Lin Xuan’s behalf. But against all expectations, Lin Xuan had orchestrated a stunning reversal. It was utterly incredible.

Of course, the most shocked of all was Chu Yue herself. After defeating Wan Tianming with the Dragon Palm, her confidence had swelled to its absolute peak. In her mind, no one could withstand it. But now, Lin Xuan had blocked it. And he had done so with ease.

Impossible! Chu Yue was on the verge of madness. "This is fake! I don’t believe it!"

"Nothing is impossible," Lin Xuan sneered. "I told you before, your Palm Technique is useless against me. No one is more familiar with it than I am."

"Nonsense! I don’t believe you!" Chu Yue roared and attacked again. Another Dragon Palm! She unleashed three consecutive strikes, attacking Lin Xuan from different directions.

Lin Xuan remained unfazed. He held up two fingers and instantly blocked all three palm strikes.

How can this be happening? Chu Yue’s spirit broke.

Lin Xuan lashed out with a backhand, slapping Chu Yue across the face and sending her flying. "Your Palm Technique is riddled with flaws, yet you thought you could use it against me? How ridiculous!"

Chu Yue screamed as she hit the ground, and half of her face swelled up instantly. The crowd gasped. For a prodigy like Chu Yue to be slapped in public was simply too tragic. Among the first-tier geniuses, some had been defeated, but not a single one had been slapped in the face. A public slap like this was the ultimate humiliation, a complete loss of face.

"How dare you hit me!" Chu Yue shrieked, clutching her face.

Her only answer was another slap. The other half of her face swelled to match.

"What’s wrong with hitting you? Still not convinced?" Lin Xuan sneered.

"Aaargh! I’ll kill you!" Chu Yue leaped up and charged at Lin Xuan like a frenzied Demon Beast. Her palms danced, transforming into Dragon Claws that slashed viciously at him, but Lin Xuan easily broke through her attack.

SLAP! Another slap landed on her face. "You call this a Palm Technique? Don’t embarrass yourself."

SLAP! Another slap sent Chu Yue reeling. "And you claim you created this technique? You have the nerve to say that?"

SLAP! Another slap. "You challenged me time and again, only for your greatest trump card to be power that I left behind? You dare to oppose me? What do you think you are?"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

One slap after another rained down on Chu Yue’s face, beating her until she coughed up blood and broke down completely.

The onlookers’ scalps tingled. Many covered their own faces, feeling the pain just from watching. The people from Star Pavilion were devastated. The members of the Celestial King’s Mansion were in despair. The various families and sects fell silent.

The first-tier prodigies were all dumbstruck. Who could have possibly imagined such an outcome? Chu Yue, a genius with a chance to break into the top three, was now being utterly crushed. She was being brutally and publicly humiliated with no way to fight back.

Just how strong was this Lin Xuan? Could his strength truly be above the first tier? Could he really be a Grandmaster-level expert? A sense of despair washed over the crowd.

Jian Wushuang was also silent, overcome by a feeling of powerlessness. No matter how strong he was, he knew he was no match for a Grandmaster.

The crisp sound of slapping continued to echo. Chu Yue had already been hit more than a dozen times, her face swollen like a pig’s head. She was completely unable to resist. Many in the crowd sighed, while others closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer. This was just too brutal.

The Star Pavilion Master’s eyes were red with fury. He roared, "Stop! I said, stop!"

However, the only answer he received was the sound of another slap. Lin Xuan had no intention of stopping.

The Star Pavilion Master bellowed, "We forfeit! Chu Yue forfeits!"