Top-Tier Superpower Student-Chapter 577 - 549 Shenxing Gate

"Watch the fist!"

The Ningjing expert didn't waste a single moment and struck mercilessly, throwing a punch to kill Lin Tian.

Already injured, Lin Tian faced the punch coming at him—it would either kill him or leave him severely wounded.

Just at this critical moment, a vast force surged into Lin Tian's body as a war chariot raced towards him.

It was Wang Ying.

Wang Ying had transferred his superpower to Lin Tian!

Lin Tian was overjoyed, letting out a lengthy howl.

"Boom!"

Subsequently, the immense power concentrated in his fist, Ox Power Technique Fifth Level, the strength of ninety wild oxen, he struck with all his might.

Boom!

The two fists collided, setting off a muffled sound. The Ningjing expert was first shocked, then convulsed, and finally, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He was hurled over ten meters by Lin Tian's punch, landing heavily on the ground.

Unwilling to accept this, he struggled to straighten up and yelled, "You... why have you suddenly become so strong!"

The pursuers behind were already catching up, but Lin Tian had no time to waste words with him. He dealt him a fatal kick and swiftly rushed into the war chariot.

Fang Shaoxiong floored the accelerator, and the chariot sped off like a rocket.

In the woods, a few individuals remained. Seeing Lin Tian with the Red Flame Stone entering the war chariot, they recklessly lunged at the vehicle, seemingly unaware of what they were thinking; their flesh and blood bodies stood no chance against Fang Shaoxiong's Death War Chariot.

Several strong individuals were struck dead, crushed into a pulp by the war chariot.

The followers watching Lin Tian's chariot disappear in the distance were still not ready to give up; they broke into a run, hoping to catch up to Lin Tian.

But as it turned out, legs could never outrun wheels—the pursuers, out of breath, were eventually left without a trace by Fang Shaoxiong's Death War Chariot.

"Phew..."

Lin Tian exhaled deeply, holding the Red Flame Stone tightly, staring at it and thinking, it truly wasn't easy to seize the Red Flame Stone. Dozens of people died, and even Lin Tian himself was so heated that he sweated salt, losing lots of water, nearly dehydrated.

Lin Tian grabbed a two-liter water bottle and drank it all down with big gulps, just like a bull.

Wang Ying, young and curious, reached out directly towards the Red Flame Stone.

"Big brother, this Shi Tian (stone) is just a bit more colorful, doesn't seem to be anything special, does it?"

"Ah...! It hurts!"

But the moment Wang Ying's fingers touched the Red Flame Stone, the stone's radiance intensified, unleashing a scorching heat that immediately burned his fingers.

Wang Ying blew on his fingers while complaining pitifully, "Big brother, what is this thing? It's fine when I don't touch it, but why does it get so hot the moment I do!"

"Hahaha...!" Lin Tian laughed heartily, took out a healing potion for Wang Ying to drink, and told him, "That's what you get for being nosy and too curious. Let me tell you, the energy contained within this Red Flame Stone is unimaginable. Only a superpowered individual with Fire Element powers can hold it without getting burned. You burned your fingers because you deserved it."

Wang Ying scratched his head, looking at Lin Tian with a wronged expression. He looked rather comical.

Right after, Lin Tian said, "Shaoxiong, you haven't recovered yet, let me take over the driving, you should rest!"

Fang Shaoxiong did not refuse as it was indeed a bit of a strain for his body to drive for a long time.

As they were about to switch drivers, something unexpected happened.

The sound of rumbling thundered, and a large tree rapidly rolled toward them from the front, heading straight for the war chariot.

"Big brother, quickly turn the steering wheel left!"

Fang Shaoxiong shouted urgently, but it was too late. Just as he finished speaking and Lin Tian had barely touched the steering wheel, the rolling tree smashed onto the Death War Chariot.

The defense of the Death War Chariot was no joke—the outer shell was merely dented and didn't break, but the Death War Chariot was knocked back over ten meters by the rolling tree and stalled.

Lin Tian refused to believe their luck was that bad today; it didn't make sense for a perfectly good drive to be ruined by a tree like that.

The tree had to have been placed there deliberately.

Lin Tian was furious on the spot. He stepped out of the war chariot to find no one around, he then yelled out.

"Damn it, who's there? If you've got the guts, come out and face me one-on-one. Hiding and attacking from behind, what kind of skill is that?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than over twenty figures emerged from the direction of the rolling tree. The leader was a purple-clad young man around thirty years old, with sharp eyes and a hint of a murderous aura between his brows.

The purple-clad young man was at the Half-Step Ningjing cultivation, and among this group, his strength was above average. Behind the young man, there was an old man with white hair, holding a knife—that was the real powerhouse, at Ningjing level, but he was no ordinary Ningjing expert. His power was infinitely close to the Half-Step Fusion Realm.

The purple-clad young man didn't speak, and neither did the white-haired elder behind him. At times like this, it's generally the underlings who speak first.

One of the underlings standing next to the purple-clad young man said, "Hey kid, who did you just call a coward?"

"Just admit you're all a bunch of cowardly turtles," Lin Tian pointed at them one by one and said.

"Do you know who this is? Even if I lent you a few guts, you wouldn't dare to call our young master a cowardly turtle," a lackey pointed at the young man in purple and yelled.

Lin Tian had already perceived the extraordinary aura of the young man in purple and hadn't expected him to be a young master. By the looks of it, he was someone of significant background.

"This is our Shenxing Gate's young master, Mo Xingyi. You've heard of Shenxing Gate, haven't you? It's one of the top sects in Huaxia, with countless strong members. Our young master Mo Xingyi's fame is widespread; countless people upon hearing his name can't resist feeling admiration and prostrate themselves in worship. You..."

His flattery was over the top; Lin Tian gave him full marks for that.

Probably even Mo Xingyi couldn't bear to listen anymore, glaring fiercely at him. The lackey felt a chill down his spine, shuddered, and didn't dare to speak again.

"Hmph, hmph..." Lin Tian chuckled, "Shenxing Gate? Never heard of it. Mo Xingyi? Even less so. What I see now are just a bunch of cowardly turtles and despicable lowlifes who stab people in the back."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xingyi was extremely angry and took a few steps forward, ready to make a move.

The strongmen behind him gripped their weapons, as if they were all prepared to act on Mo Xingyi's command.

Just then, those who had been chasing after Lin Tian arrived, panting. Seeing the war chariot, it was as if they had spotted a Red Flame Stone, their eyes gleaming with greed, wishing they could immediately rush forward, kill Lin Tian, and snatch the Red Flame Stone.

But when they got closer, they turned their gazes toward Mo Xingyi in unison.

This glimpse was significant, and all their faces immediately turned green, their hope transforming into despair, as if the Red Flame Stone no longer had anything to do with them.

Upon closer inspection, one could read a sense of fear in their eyes.

They all bowed to Mo Xingyi together and said respectfully,

"Young master!"

Among these people, there were also two cultivators at the Reflecting Mirror level, and even they respectfully addressed Mo Xingyi as young master, which gave Lin Tian a bad feeling.

Mo Xingyi was a person with significant influence.

Although Lin Tian had never heard of Shenxing Gate, he thought its power must be considerable.

Thinking about how Mo Xingyi had taken the initiative to seek trouble with him, and how he had called Mo Xingyi a cowardly turtle, Lin Tian felt that it was a minor issue whether he could keep the Red Flame Stone today or not. The most important thing was whether he could keep his life.

Mo Xingyi nodded to the crowd and then stepped forward to address Lin Tian, "You called me a cowardly turtle. I want to prove to you that I am a man of iron and blood. A duel, do you dare?"

The word "duel" sent a shock through the crowd. An elder from behind Mo Xingyi stepped forward, wanting to dissuade him, but Mo Xingyi rejected him with a look.

The group that had come to snatch the Red Flame Stone didn't miss this chance to suck up, and they stood up to accuse Lin Tian, taking the opportunity to brown-nose Mo Xingyi.

"Who do you think you are, daring to compete in martial arts with our young master? Do you know when our young master was making his name in Jianghu you were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

"You really don't know how insignificant you are. Someone like our young master is not someone you can afford to offend."

"And you dare to call the young master a cowardly turtle. If you have any sense, concede early, hand over the Red Flame Stone to the young master, kneel down and beg for mercy—maybe the young master will spare your life."

"Such an ignorant fool, huh!"

..., ...

Facing the crowd's accusations, Lin Tian didn't pay them any attention. Since they wanted a fight, Lin Tian thought of a good way to save his own skin.

"Mo Xingyi, a duel with you is also a bet. How about this, if you win, I'll hand over the Red Flame Stone to you. If I win, you must let me go and not take advantage of your numbers to bully me," Lin Tian said.

Mo Xingyi spoke confidently, "I won't lose. I've never even known how to write the word 'lose.' I accept your wager, but let me emphasize one thing: if you lose, not only will I take the Red Flame Stone from you, but I'll also take your life while I'm at it."

"Now, do you still dare to duel me?" Mo Xingyi asked coldly.

"Hmph, what's there not to dare? Bring it on!" Lin Tian exclaimed.

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Now, Lin Tian's heart was at ease. It seemed that Mo Xingyi, as a person of status, would not renege on his words in front of others.

Lin Tian thought to himself: As long as he beat Mo Xingyi, Mo Xingyi would have nothing to say. Although Mo Xingyi wanted the Red Flame Stone, he wouldn't trouble Lin Tian due to the witness of these people.

The two men moved to the center of an open space, standing ten meters apart, adjusting their breathing, gathering their strength, ready to take the first round with their strongest moves.

Everyone, including Fang Shaoxiong and Wang Ying, formed a circle and watched the excitement, cheering and rooting from the sidelines.

"Big brother, you can do it, you're the best!" Wang Ying was the first to shout.

His shout reminded others, and the rest called out,

"Young master, fight quickly, beat this kid until he's looking for his teeth on the ground."

"Young master, you're the best."

"Young master, use Shenxing Gate's ultimate technique to kill him with one stroke!"

..., ...

Apart from Wang Ying and Fang Shaoxiong, no one supported Lin Tian. Wang Ying desperately cheered for Lin Tian, but in the end, his voice was completely drowned out by the others.

He could shout himself hoarse, but Lin Tian wouldn't hear him.