My husband Can Cultivate

On the battlefield, two figures flickered in and out of view like afterimages. They moved so fast that ordinary people could hardly make out how they were fighting, causing the very space around them to warp into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Every collision between their swords created ripples of Qi Force visible to the naked eye. These ripples rapidly spread outward, leaving countless terrifying cracks all over the ground.

BOOM!

The greatsword collided with the golden longsword once more in a solid impact, shattering the Powerful Energy between them.

Old Master Wei retreated two or three steps.

Yang Qi, on the other hand, only took a single step back.

In terms of raw strength and impact, Yang Qi held the advantage. He was young, after all.

But if I can’t overcome the issue of experience, I might have to rely on the Green Emperor Body to win this battle. That’s the last thing I want to do.

Relying solely on strength to overpower opponents was a strategy that would fail the day he met someone stronger. What would he do then? He’d be able to do nothing but stare helplessly.

After all, it was inevitable that Yang Qi would face opponents not just weaker than himself, but stronger ones as well. This was especially true after killing Jiang Ran, an act that had already drawn the attention of the Heavenly God Sect.

Even though the Heavenly God Sect might not know about it yet, they will definitely send people to investigate. Once they discover the truth, I’ll probably have to face their experts. So today, I have to use my current strength to defeat Old Master Wei. I must try every method I can think of. I believe I can do it.

Experience could be accumulated over time, but youth and talent were far harder to change.

"Hmph. You’re not bad, kid, but in the end, you’re nothing more than an inexperienced brat," Old Master Wei snorted coldly. His initial worry had faded, and he now seemed completely at ease. "If this is all you have, then you will surely die today."

"Heh, old man, don’t think your experience can suppress me. There are some things you’ve likely never even seen," Yang Qi laughed and suddenly pulled back.

Old Master Wei didn’t want Yang Qi to retreat. He wanted to maintain pressure and force him to reveal a weakness.

But in the next moment, a cold glint of light shot forth.

Old Master Wei instinctively raised his greatsword to block, but the terrifying power knocked him back yet again, and the cold light vanished without a trace.

It had appeared and disappeared with equal suddenness.

He hadn’t even seen what it was.

Old Master Wei’s experience was limited to fighting Martial Artists. He had no experience fighting Cultivators.

And with that, Yang Qi swiftly turned the tables.

"Earth Spikes!"

Just as Old Master Wei regained his footing, terrifying spikes shot up from the ground. If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough to leap into the air, he would have been impaled.

However, this was merely the beginning.

"Cold Ice Chains!"

Now airborne, Old Master Wei had no way to leverage himself and was unable to dodge.

Four Cold Ice Chains materialized in the void.

The fewer the chains summoned, the more powerful each one was. Yang Qi could unleash up to a hundred at once, but now he had summoned only four, making each one exceptionally potent.

Old Master Wei desperately knocked aside two of the chains, but the other two wrapped around his legs and viciously slammed him into the ground.

BANG!

A loud crash echoed out.

Old Master Wei crashed onto the spikes. His body was pierced in several places, and blood poured from the wounds.

Although he managed to break free, he was now seriously injured.

Yang Qi smiled. It seems I’ve found my true fighting style. In the past, I preferred fighting like a Martial Artist because I was afraid of exposing my identity as a Cultivator. But ever since I learned that other Cultivators exist in this world, I stopped worrying. Worst case, I can just pass myself off as one of them.

"You’re not a Martial Artist, you’re a Cultivator! No... you must be a Dual Cultivator!" Old Master Wei clutched his wounds, which were healing slowly. He swallowed a Medicine Pill, and the healing process quickened.

Yang Qi simply smiled, neither confirming nor denying. "Never mind me," he said coolly. "Just remember our bet. You’re about to lose."

"What should we do? Old Wei seems to be in trouble. How did that kid suddenly get so much stronger?" Chu Renxiong said with a frown.

"Don’t worry, my father is just warming up," Wei Lan said, shaking her head. "He’s more terrifying than you imagine."

"Really?"

Chu Renxiong was skeptical, but he had no other choice now. They had to rely on Old Master Wei, because no one else could contend with Yang Qi.

Old Master Wei took a deep breath, staring at Yang Qi with shock in his heart. I thought I could do as I pleased in Thunder City, but I ended up underestimating Yang Qi. And this is just the disciple of the Star Shining Society’s owner. If he’s this formidable, how terrifying must the owner be? I can’t even begin to imagine.

Gnashing his teeth, Old Master Wei tightened his grip on his greatsword.

I can’t lose. I absolutely cannot lose.

He was all too aware of what this battle signified. If he lost, not only would the Wei Family be doomed, but dozens of families in Sea City would fall into the hands of the Star Shining Society, with no one left to stop them.

Today, I must win, no matter the cost. It doesn’t matter if I’m seriously injured or have to resort to despicable tactics.

Taking another deep breath, he laughed. "Kid, you’re arrogant. But do you really think these unorthodox spells can threaten a Martial Artist like me? You’re celebrating far too early."

As his voice rang out, his aura began to increase once more, continuously surging from within him. After a moment, it completely enveloped his body, making him look like a golden cocoon.

The next moment, Old Master Wei launched another attack. He violently swung his greatsword, unleashing a huge, crescent-shaped wave of Sword Qi at Yang Qi.

Then, he began to wield his greatsword with increasing speed.

Waves of crescent-shaped Sword Qi shot out one after another, forming a dense Sword Qi Storm.

One had to commend Old Master Wei’s skill. An ordinary Seventh Rank Overlord—no, even an ordinary Ninth Rank Overlord—would likely have been thrown into a panic by now.

But Yang Qi was different.

My mentality is on another level. I am a Cultivator, stronger than any Martial Artist. This conviction is so deeply ingrained in my heart that I always feel certain of victory when facing one.

Even when faced with this terrifying Sword Qi Storm, Yang Qi showed no sign of retreat.

He suddenly withdrew the golden longsword.

A fiery light flickered over his fists.

The next moment, he unleashed a continuous barrage of punches.

Fire Fist: Fireworks!

Both fists struck with the same technique simultaneously.

The sky filled with the afterimages of flaming fists.