Chapter 132: The Top Spot on the Junior Ranking Changes Hands

As soon as Chu Han spoke, those lying on the ground looked at him as if he were a fool. After all, they were well aware of Qin Ling’s formidable strength; having occupied the top spot on the Minor King Board for two years, the gap between him and the runner-up was so vast that none of the young people here dared to act insolently toward him.

Qin Ling was also stunned for a moment. In all this time, no one had dared to be so arrogant toward him. Chu Han was the first. He was also aware that Chu Han was a wanted man in the Central City, so he felt no need to hold back.

"Heh, you certainly are arrogant. I’d like to see how you intend to take my top spot."

Qin Ling’s face turned grim. Though he was typically known for his gentle and refined demeanor, even the most patient person could not endure such an insolent provocation. Countless cyan wind vortices gathered around his body, ready to strike at any moment.

Chu Han, meanwhile, channeled all his frustration toward Duanmu Chunfeng into this fight. Removing his outer garment, he allowed lightning to coil around his body, creating a bone-chilling aura. His eyes were icy. He realized this Qin Ling was powerful; although his cultivation level was only at the peak of the Dao Palace realm, his true strength should be comparable to an expert in the Yin realm.

Chu Han moved, launching himself like a cannonball. His immense power left a deep crater in the ground as he lunged forward. In the blink of an eye, he reached Qin Ling and threw a fierce punch.

Qin Ling sneered in disdain. With a light flick of the fan in his hand, his body drifted aside like a willow catkin. Chu Han’s punch felt as if it had struck cotton, completely unable to find purchase, and he was deflected by the wind vortex.

"Heh, your strength is decent, and your speed is passable. But brute force alone won't be enough to defeat me. Gale Palm!"

Qin Ling let out a cold hum and struck out with his right hand.

Instantly, a violent gale erupted, causing Chu Han to stumble. This palm strike harnessed the natural wind energy of the surroundings; the power of nature was infinite, making the blow devastating.

Chu Han shouted, stomping his feet hard against the ground to unleash a surge of energy. "Thunder Strike!"

He shot toward Qin Ling like an arrow released from a bow. Qin Ling was taken aback, not expecting Chu Han to increase his speed further. He retreated quickly, flicking his fan to unleash another wave of wind energy against Chu Han.

Once again, the attack was neutralized by the gentle redirection of the wind element. Chu Han felt as if his strength had nowhere to land; his opponent was effortlessly deflecting his power, handling him with ease.

"Baptism of the Gale!"

Qin Ling decided not to prolong the stalemate. Chu Han’s strength unsettled him; such speed was becoming difficult even for his eyes to track. He pressed his palms together and threw a powerful punch.

Two tornadoes suddenly manifested in the air, attacking Chu Han from both sides with incredible speed. Seeing Qin Ling unleash this move, the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief. This was Qin Ling’s ultimate killing technique.

He had once defeated over a dozen experts from the top fifty of the Minor King Board with this single move. That battle had cemented his fame, and since then, no one had dared to challenge his position.

The two tornadoes enveloped Chu Han, their powerful suction drawing everything nearby into their vortex. The bystanders huddled behind Qin Ling to escape the impact.

Qin Ling and the others were certain that even if Chu Han didn't die, he would be severely wounded. No one could withstand this attack; even the ordinary elders of the Tianyi Sect would have to think twice before facing the Baptism of the Gale head-on.

Except for one person. Simon watched everything coldly, neither intervening nor speaking. He knew Chu Han’s strength best; while the tornado attack was strong, in his eyes, it was completely insufficient to harm Chu Han.

Soon, the tornadoes diminished and finally dissipated. The scene the crowd expected—Chu Han lying on the ground—did not occur. Instead, a figure remained standing in the same spot.

"That guy isn't bad. To still be standing after such a powerful attack... though I suspect he's at the end of his rope."

"Nonsense, that was the Baptism of the Gale! If we had taken that hit, we would have been dead several times over."

"Who told him to be so arrogant? This will teach him just how powerful the top of the Minor King Board really is."

The crowd murmured, but Qin Ling’s discernment was far superior to theirs. Seeing Chu Han still standing, he knew things were not so simple; he had underestimated Chu Han’s strength.

When the wind finally cleared, Chu Han stepped out from the shadows. His body was unscathed, and even his clothes remained clean, as if he had never been attacked at all, leaving everyone stunned.

"A decent attack, the power is acceptable. But I must thank you; this attack finally helped me understand how your energy works. Deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces, right? Let me show you what it means to break ten thousand techniques with a single force."

Chu Han sneered and let out a loud laugh. He had never seen energy like Qin Ling's before, and the technique of redirection was indeed clever. But this Baptism of the Gale had revealed the secret behind it. Now, it was his turn to shine.

Chu Han charged forward. Those hiding behind Qin Ling scattered in a panic; having already witnessed Chu Han’s power, they dared not block the path of this god of slaughter again.

Qin Ling panicked. Chu Han was the first person of his generation to fully withstand the Baptism of the Gale. He realized he had been careless and had failed to fully grasp the extent of Chu Han’s strength.

"Lightning Fist!"

Chu Han shouted. The name of the technique was simple, but its effect was anything but. A fist struck out, and a bolt of lightning surged forth from his body.

Qin Ling was startled, frantically controlling the wind vortex to divert the attack, but this time, things did not go as he wished.

Chu Han’s fist hammered into the vortex. The immense force caused the wind to crack, the fissures spreading until the vortex shattered entirely. Chu Han’s fist landed squarely on Qin Ling’s shoulder.

Qin Ling let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying. He performed a backflip in mid-air to dissipate some of the momentum before landing on the ground, but his left shoulder had been shattered by Chu Han’s punch and hung uselessly at his side.

"Haha, now it's your turn to die."

Before overwhelming power, all techniques were useless. Chu Han’s strength had reached sixteen thousand jin. While Qin Ling possessed the art of redirection, it could not withstand such raw force. This was what Chu Han meant by breaking all techniques with a single force.

Chu Han stepped forward to attack again. Qin Ling was now unable to defend himself, and his injured shoulder made evasion futile. The onlookers realized that the top spot on the Minor King Board was about to change hands.

Chu Han had claimed the top spot with absolute, crushing power, leaving the onlookers gasping in shock. They realized how foolish it had been to trouble him. From that day on, Chu Han’s fearsome reputation spread throughout the entire Central City.

At that moment, Qin Ling was completely defenseless. If Chu Han’s punch landed, his life would be over. But at this critical juncture, a figure appeared and intercepted Chu Han’s fist.