Chapter 53: Thunder, That’s Not How You Use It
“Take my advice and be sensible—just take the money and leave quietly, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
“Tsk, Young Master Wen is quite considerate, at least he knows to offer money. That’s rare. But I’m really curious—what would you do if we didn’t leave today?”
With that, Yang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Hmph! Offering grace only to be scorned! In that case, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Wen Bolin’s aura surged fiercely as a shimmering coat of purple lightning armor instantly enveloped his entire body.
“Oh? Is this the Wen family’s Thunder Battle Body? Hmm… it doesn’t look all that impressive.”
“The Wen family follows the path of thunder, and the Thunder Battle Body can maximize the power of their lightning summoning techniques. Wen Bolin, if he had put in some real effort over the years, wouldn’t be stuck at this level—what a waste of talent,” Wang Quanbaye shook his head with a sigh.
“After all, this guy is bold enough to skip the Blue Sky Tournament. I’m not surprised by anything he does.”
“By the way, Qingyuan supposedly also knows a similar lightning summoning method as the Wen family, right? This should be interesting.”
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Downstairs, Yang Qingyuan looked at Wen Bolin, who was wrapped in crackling lightning, with keen interest.
“Thunder Battle Body? Looks a bit overrated…”
“Bold words! Today I’ll let you experience the true power of the Wen family’s Thunder Battle Body!”
Before he finished, Wen Bolin transformed into a streak of purple lightning, charging straight at Yang Qingyuan.
With the Thunder Battle Body’s enhancement, Wen Bolin’s speed was considered fast by ordinary standards.
Unfortunately for Wen Bolin, even without the heavenly eye on his forehead, his speed seemed like a crawl to Yang Qingyuan.
In the blink of an eye, Wen Bolin reached him, raising both hands to form a massive thunder hammer of condensed lightning, and slammed it toward Yang Qingyuan.
However, Yang Qingyuan merely sidestepped with ease, effortlessly evading the blow with a simple graceful movement.
Surprised, Wen Bolin’s expression faltered—he couldn’t believe his attack had been dodged so effortlessly.
Yang Qingyuan stepped onto the thunder hammer with his left foot, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.
“Thunder Battle Body, is that all?”
Seeing Yang Qingyuan’s mocking grin, Wen Bolin’s heart burned with anger and shame.
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He gathered his thunder power again, launching a relentless storm of attacks, but Yang Qingyuan remained unruffled, countering each strike with effortless grace.
His movements flowed like a magnificent dance amid the crackling lightning.
Finally, seemingly bored, Yang Qingyuan suddenly struck with a palm to Wen Bolin’s chest, sending the enraged youth flying backward.
The onlookers on the street were stunned by how easily Yang Qingyuan had won.
Though Wen Bolin’s cultivation wasn’t particularly strong, Yang Qingyuan’s performance was far too relaxed, as if the fight was a mere game—a thought that sent chills down their spines.
“Who is this disciple with such overwhelming strength?”
“Strength alone means nothing! He just hit Young Master Wen! Wait for it—the Wen family’s revenge is coming soon!”
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“Your Thunder Battle Body is a joke compared to the Wen family’s ancestors. Is this how the Wen family’s lightning summoning techniques always are?”
Looking down at Wen Bolin on the ground, clutching his chest with a face full of resentment, his thunder armor shattered by a single palm, Yang Qingyuan couldn’t help but smile faintly.
“Shut up! How dare you insult the Wen family’s ancestors?!”
Seeing Wen Bolin grit his teeth and struggle to stand despite his injuries, Wang Quanbaye upstairs nodded silently.
“Though Wen Bolin is undisciplined, he still has some Wen family spirit.”
“Indeed. Qingyuan probably saw that too, which explains his arrogance—he wants to completely wake him up,” Wang Quan Zui agreed.
“Now that you’ve finished showing off your precious lightning summoning technique, it’s my turn, isn’t it?”
As Yang Qingyuan’s calm voice whispered near Wen Bolin’s ear, the latter’s pupils suddenly contracted.
“What? You also know the Wen family’s lightning summoning technique?”
Yang Qingyuan chuckled, raising his hand. The clear sky above the Drunken Immortal Tower suddenly darkened with thick clouds.
Boom!
“Lightning isn’t used like that.”
Yang Qingyuan spoke calmly, then slowly pressed his right hand down.
Crash!
A bolt of lightning, as thick as a barrel, barely missed his nose and struck the ground before Wen Bolin.
When the light faded, everyone gasped in horror. The once smooth street now bore a deep crater several meters wide.
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“This… isn’t this a bit too much?” Li Quzhuo tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Having witnessed Yang Qingyuan’s lightning summoning method, so far beyond his own, Wen Bolin’s body instantly went limp, and he knelt weakly before the crater.
The more adept one was in lightning techniques, the clearer the difference became.
At that moment, staring at the young man of similar age before him, Wen Bolin felt an indescribable sense of defeat rising within.
He had always believed his Thunder Battle Power and talent ranked among the top in the Wen family.
But today, all his pride seemed nothing but a cruel joke.
“How… how did you do that?”
“Want to learn? I’ll teach you.”
Wen Bolin looked up dazedly, staring in disbelief at Yang Qingyuan’s retreating figure as he returned to the tavern.
“Pay what you owe, then wait for me downstairs.”
“Oh…”
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As soon as he went upstairs, Yang Qingyuan was immediately surrounded by the masked crowd.
“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant, Qingyuan! ‘Lightning isn’t used like that’… hahaha, you’re such a poser!”
Li Quzhuo imitated Yang Qingyuan’s pose from earlier, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
“Hey, what’s with the act? I’m just stating a fact,” Yang Qingyuan rolled his eyes with a smirk.
“Qingyuan, here, this was saved for you—drink up, the wine’s still warm.”
Wang Quanbaye smiled slightly as he handed over the warmed wine poured earlier for Yang Qingyuan.
This time, Yang Qingyuan didn’t refuse but drank it down in one gulp.
“Hmm, not bad.”
“All right, all right, the dishes are almost all here—let’s eat, let’s eat…”