Martial God Asura Chapters 31-35: Family Rivalries and a Shocking Display of Power

The air in Leaning Mountain Town crackled with anticipation, thick with the scent of rivalry and the unspoken weight of legacy. The Chu family’s annual gathering was more than a ceremony; it was a public declaration of strength, a stage where the future was decided and old scores were often settled. The martial arts training ground swarmed with Chu family members and observers from nearby powers, all eager to witness the rise of the next generation and, perhaps, catch a glimpse of who would lead the mighty Chu family forward.

This atmosphere of controlled ceremony was shattered by a majestic, uninvited procession. A group strode onto the grounds with an air of deliberate provocation, led by a man whose disdainful gaze swept over the Chu family as if they were mere obstructions.

“This place is quite lively,” the man announced, his voice cutting through the hum of conversation.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. “It’s the Xu family from Pear Tree Town.” “Aren’t they on bad terms? How dare they come now?”

The Xu family, overlords of a neighboring town, were the Chu family’s most significant rivals, their relationship a tapestry woven with conflicts over resources. Their appearance now could only signal trouble. Chu Renyi, the eldest Chu son and father to Chu Wei, stepped forward with a contingent of family members, his posture defensive.

“Xu Qiang, today is my Chu family’s gathering. What are you here for?” Chu Renyi demanded.

Xu Qiang, the Xu family heir and a 9th-level Spirit realm expert, looked at him with unveiled contempt. “Chu Renyi, why are you so tense? We’re just here to make things more lively.” His spiritual pressure, unrestrained and formidable, washed over Chu Renyi and the others, a silent assertion of dominance.

Chu Renyi, at the 8th level, grimaced under the weight. But before the pressure could solidify its hold, another figure stepped forward. It was Chu Yuan, the fifth son.

“I, Chu Yuan, am enough against people like you,” Chu Yuan stated coldly.

As he spoke, a torrent of spiritual pressure erupted from him, not only neutralizing Xu Qiang’s aura but forcing it back upon the Xu family ranks. Men stumbled; only Xu Qiang held his ground, his face a mask of shock.

“9th level of the Spirit realm?” Xu Qiang gasped. The revelation sent a wave of surprise through the entire training ground. Whispers exploded. “The fifth son, Chu Yuan, is at the 9th level!” “The position of family master will belong to none other than him!”

Even the family patriarch, Chu Yuanba, seated in the place of honor, could not hide the pleased surprise in his eyes. Chu Renyi turned to his younger brother, emotional. “Fifth bro, when did you break through?”

“Just a few days ago, big bro,” Chu Yuan replied with respectful warmth.

Chu Renyi smiled, genuinely happy. “That’s good. It seems the spot of the master will truly belong to none other than you.”

But the drama of succession was only beginning. “Big bro, it seems those words are said a bit too early,” another voice interjected, calm and laced with pride. Another wave of 9th-level Spirit realm pressure emanated, this time from behind them.

All turned to see Chu Nanshan, the sixth son and father to Chu Hongfei, walking forward with a composed, arrogant stride. “Big bro, it’s just the 9th level. My goal is the Origin realm,” he declared.

The crowd was electrified. Two new 9th-level experts in the Chu family! The balance of power in the region had just shifted palpably. The observers from other powers wore grim expressions, while Xu Qiang’s earlier arrogance had curdled into worried calculation. For the Chu family’s internal factions, however, it was a moment of sharpening focus. The third and fourth sons saw their hopes dim, but none felt the bitter sting more acutely than the fourth son, whose chance at the 9th level had been sabotaged by his own son’s loss of a precious Spiritual Bead. His furious gaze scanned the crowd for Chu Xun, promising internal retribution.

From his hidden corner, Chu Xun shivered, touching the fading bruises around his eyes—a gift from his father’s previous wrath, all tracing back to one person. “Chu Feng, I will return this debt to you,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

As if summoned by the thought, a familiar, mocking voice reached his ears. “Sigh, isn’t it Chu Xun? What happened to your face? Who turned you into a bird?”

Chu Xun’s head snapped up. There stood Chu Feng, a faint, infuriating smile on his lips. The dam of Chu Xun’s pent-up rage burst.

“Chu Feng, I’ll kill you!” he roared, his 5th-level Spirit realm pressure flaring. He lunged, fist aimed to obliterate.

“Who dares to touch my brother?!” a thunderous voice intercepted. A powerful gust of wind met Chu Xun, halting his charge and nearly throwing him to the ground. Chu Guyu, Chu Feng’s elder brother, stood protectively beside him, his presence instantly dousing Chu Xun’s fiery courage.

Chu Feng felt a familiar warmth in his chest. This was the brother who had always been his shield. “Brother,” he said softly, a world of gratitude in the word.

Their reunion was interrupted by a sharp, sneering voice. “Hey, such an imposing manner! You two brothers got a lot more arrogant in the few years that I haven’t seen you.”

Chu Hongfei approached, leading a group of sycophants, his pale face etched with malice. The sight of him stirred deep, old anger in both Chu Feng and Chu Guyu—memories of a humiliating beating seven years past.

“Chu Hongfei. You really did come back. It’s time to even out some debts from that year,” Chu Guyu said, his voice cold enough to frost the air.

Chu Hongfei laughed. “You think you’re number one? You think you can beat me?” His gaze then slid to Chu Feng, dripping with contempt. “And you! I hear you stayed in the outer court of that second-rate Azure Dragon School for five years? Don’t you feel shameless losing our Chu family’s face?” He leaned in, his voice a venomous whisper meant for them alone. “I’ll warn you. You two better not meet me in the competition, or else I will beat you until you can’t crawl back up, just like seven years ago. The position of master will belong to my father because he has an excellent son like me.”

With that final boast, he swaggered away to register. Chu Guyu trembled with the urge to retaliate, but Chu Feng placed a calming hand on his arm. “Brother, there’s no need to say too much to these kinds of people. Getting him to lie on the ground in the competition is the best way.”

Chu Guyu looked at his younger brother, struck by the profound calm in his eyes. Chu Feng seemed different—deeper, unshakeable. He nodded, the fight shifting from words to silent resolve.

The competition commenced under Patriarch Chu Yuanba’s watchful eye. Chu Feng, drawing his lot, made his way to the fifth stage. As he stepped onto the platform, a chorus of derisive comments followed him, mostly from Chu family members eager to see the “trash” of the family humiliate himself and, by extension, his father Chu Yuan.

“He finally entered the inner court? Still garbage.” “This will give him a good lesson.”

Chu Feng ignored them, his focus on his opponent who now ascended the stage. A wry smile touched his lips. It was Chu Zhen.

Chu Zhen’s face, however, was a picture of despair. His luck was catastrophically bad. Memories of Chu Feng’s terrifying power during the inner court exam flashed before his eyes.

The crowd, unaware, licked their lips in anticipation. “Chu Zhen is at the 4th level! Chu Feng will suffer!”

Before the presiding elder could signal the start, Chu Zhen took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and shouted, “I concede!”

Silence. Then uproar. “What?!” “He conceded? To Chu Feng?!” Chu Zhen’s father bellowed from the sidelines, but Chu Zhen, after a pained glance, walked stiffly off the stage, choosing humiliation over a certain and painful defeat.

The pattern repeated, to the growing bewilderment of the entire assembly. In his next round, Chu Feng faced Chu Zhen’s elder brother, Chu Cheng. The moment Chu Cheng saw his opponent, his face lost all color. Without a moment’s hesitation, he too cried out, “I concede!!”

Now the entire training ground was buzzing. Outsiders began to point and whisper. “Who is this young man? He makes opponents concede without a fight!” “He is not simple. Absolutely not simple.”

A Chu family male, one who loathed Chu Feng, scoffed loudly to a curious observer. “Nonsense! That boy is useless! He must have bribed them. I guarantee he loses next round!”

“Care to bet on it?” the observer asked, producing a tael of silver.

“Why not?” the Chu family male snapped, matching the wager.

The next opponent was Chu Gao. The fight began, and the Chu family male held his breath. Chu Gao looked determined. Then, the familiar cry: “I concede.”

The Chu family male’s silver was gone. “Again! Three taels this time!” he demanded, desperate and enraged. More bystanders joined, all betting against him. He poured out his entire money bag, dozens of taels of silver, convinced the streak had to end.

Chu Feng, meanwhile, was more frustrated than triumphant. He wanted to fight, to display the power he had cultivated. As he stewed, a graceful figure ascended to his stage—Chu Xue. She smiled sweetly. “Chu Feng, congratulations on your four continuous victories.”

“Four?” Chu Feng started, then understood. “Chu Xue, you wouldn’t…”

She grinned mischievously, then turned to the elder. “I also concede.”

A collective gasp swept the grounds. Four consecutive concessions! The Chu family younger generation stared at Chu Feng as if seeing a ghost. Only the Azure Dragon School disciples sighed in relief, thankful to have avoided him.

In the betting crowd, the Chu family male watched in utter horror as a swarm of hands descended to claim his piled silver. His bag was emptied. He sat in stunned, bankrupt silence, finally realizing there was something profoundly wrong with his understanding of Chu Feng.

On another stage, a cry of pain echoed. Chu Yue was flung from the platform, saved from serious injury only by a quick-reacting elder. Chu Xun stood victorious above, a mocking smile on his face. “Chu Yue, there seems to be nothing great about the Azure Dragon School’s martial skills.”

“Your cultivation is higher! That’s the only reason!” Chu Yue retorted, her face flushed with anger and shame.

“And that relies on my ability,” Chu Xun sneered.

“Chu Xun,” a calm voice interrupted. Chu Feng walked over, led by an elder to his next match. “If I’m not mistaken, you are one year older than Chu Yue. As an elder brother, you won against the younger sister. Is that even worth being proud of?”

Seeing Chu Feng, Chu Xun’s eyes lit up with vicious joy. This was the opportunity he craved. “Chu Feng, you are my next opponent? Scared? You can give up if you’re scared!”

“I only need to attack once against people like him,” Chu Feng said softly to a worried Chu Yue before leaping onto the stage. As he left, Chu Yue grabbed his hand and whispered urgently, “Chu Feng, did you get first in the inner court disciple exam?”

Chu Feng paused, then gave a single, slight nod before landing opposite Chu Xun. That nod solidified Chu Yue’s suspicions into terrifying, exhilarating certainty. She looked at the gloating Chu Xun and felt a sudden, sharp pang of pity for him.

The bankrupt Chu family male, seeing Chu Xun as his savior, rallied. “Do you all dare to bet more?!” he yelled, producing two precious Saint Spirit Grasses—a king’s ransom. The big person who had won his silver matched the bet without hesitation.

All eyes locked on Stage Three. Chu Xun, eager for vengeance, launched himself at Chu Feng without ceremony. Whoosh whoosh whoosh! His fists became a blur, a fierce Rank 2 boxing martial skill creating howling winds. Chu Feng weaved and dodged with minimal movement, analyzing the attacks. They were skilled, full of power—enough to defeat Chu Yue—but to him, they were riddled with openings.

Suddenly, Chu Feng stopped retreating. He stood firm.

“Good chance!” Chu Xun exulted, putting all his force into a final, crushing punch aimed at Chu Feng’s face.

The crowd split: some winced, fearing for Chu Feng; others leaned forward, hungry for his comeuppance.

“Ha!” Chu Feng’s shout was a detonation. A vast, overwhelming pressure exploded from his small frame. His own punch shot out, not as a flurry, but as a single, lightning-fast bolt of decisive power.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bone was sickeningly clear. Chu Xun’s triumphant cry turned into a shriek of agony as he was thrown from the stage, clutching his shattered right arm.

But no one was looking at Chu Xun. Every soul in the training ground was frozen, their attention riveted on Chu Feng. The spiritual pressure that had just flashed was unmistakable.

“6th level… Spirit realm…” someone whispered.

The whisper became a roar. Stunned disbelief washed over the Chu family. The trash? The five-year outer court disciple? He was a 15-year-old at the 6th level of the Spirit realm—a peer to Chu Guyu and Chu Hongfei!

Patriarch Chu Yuanba’s eyes were wide. Chu Yuan shot to his feet, his body trembling with an emotion too powerful for words. The outsiders murmured in awe and newfound respect. “A genius! The Chu family was hiding such a genius!”

Chu Yue, Chu Wei, the Cheng Zhen brothers—all the Azure Dragon School disciples were just as shocked. They knew he was strong, but the 6th level was a revelation that redefined his talent.

The Chu family male who had just bet his Saint Spirit Grasses slumped to the ground, utterly broken. “How… how is this possible…” he mumbled, before slapping his own face twice. “Idiot.” He had reaped what he sowed, and the big person calmly collected the spiritual herbs, leaving him in his well-deserved despair.

The competition, now electrified by Chu Feng’s reveal, pressed on. But fate had a cruel twist. Chu Feng’s next opponent was the one person he never wished to face on this stage: his elder brother, Chu Guyu.

They stood facing each other, a silent conversation passing between their gazes. Chu Guyu’s eyes shone with pure, unadulterated happiness for his brother’s hidden strength. He opened his mouth to speak to the elder, to concede and give his brother the path forward.

“I concede.” The words rang out, but they came from Chu Feng. Chu Guyu’s smile froze, replaced by anger and confusion. “Brother, you…”

Chu Feng walked over, his expression calm once more. “Don’t mind it. I just feel that as both of you are disciples of a first-rate school, you are more suitable to be his opponent.” He lowered his voice, intensity burning beneath the calm. “Defeat him. Wash away our shame from that year. Beat him and let him know who is the number one person in the Chu family’s young generation!”

With that, Chu Feng stepped down, leaving Chu Guyu on the stage, his heart swelling with determination. The crowd buzzed with interpretations—was it fraternal love, or pragmatic fear? Only the two brothers knew the truth.

The stage was set for the final everyone expected: Chu Guyu versus Chu Hongfei. Both 6th-level Spirit realm, both disciples of first-rate schools. Their battle was a spectacle of dazzling martial skills, a furious exchange of wind and light that held the audience spellbound.

Chu Feng watched, his fists clenched, his every hope pinned on his brother. This was for more than a title; it was for justice.

Bang! A heavy, final punch landed. Chu Guyu flew off the stage, a spray of blood marking his arc through the air.

“Brother!” Chu Feng was there in an instant, catching him, fear gripping his heart. Chu Guyu’s eyes fluttered open, tears carving paths through the dust on his cheeks. “Your elder brother is useless… I’ve disappointed you.” Then, his eyes closed, and he fell unconscious.

On the stage, Chu Hongfei looked down, a cold smile on his lips. “Hehe, like I said, I’d hit you until you can’t get back up. So? Didn’t I do what I said?”

Rage, red and blinding, consumed Chu Feng. He was a spring about to launch. “Bastard, I’ll destroy you!”

A strong, immovable hand clamped on his shoulder. His father, Chu Yuan. “Feng’er, stop. The round is already set. Don’t be seen as a joke by others.” Chu Yuan’s voice was steady, but the inferno in his eyes mirrored his son’s.

Chu Hongfei was relentless. “That’s right. Obedient one, listen to your father, or else your father will lose the chance for the position of master… No need to be angry, Fifth Uncle. If you want to blame someone, blame your two sons. But what a shame. The one who won is me, Chu Hongfei! Haha…” His mad laughter trailed behind him as he left the stage, the undisputed victor.

The gathering had its champion. Chu Hongfei was feted, given rewards by Patriarch Chu Yuanba himself, and invited to sit at the patriarch’s side—a clear, loving endorsement. The path for Chu Nanshan to become the next master seemed paved and clear. A heavy cloud of defeat settled over Chu Yuan and his sons.

Just as the formal proceedings were winding down, when the Chu family’s internal drama seemed to have reached its conclusion, a new, mocking voice sliced through the air from the observers’ section.

“The juniors from the Chu family do have some skill, but sadly, it is only limited within the Chu family.”

A young man of seventeen or eighteen stood up, his gaze serious and challenging, fixed directly on the triumphant Chu Hongfei. The arrogance in his tone was a match for Hongfei’s own.

“Who are you? How dare you behave so atrociously in my Chu family?!” a Chu elder thundered.

The young man didn’t flinch. “I am the inner court disciple of the first-rate Hundred Change School. Xu Tianyi, son of Xu Qiang from the Pear Tree Town’s Xu family.” He paused, letting his lineage and affiliation sink in as a threat. “Also, I am not here to behave atrociously. I just want to spar and learn a bit from my peers from the Chu family.”

The Chu family elders turned furious glares on Xu Qiang, who merely smiled. “Why are you all so nervous? My son said it very clearly. It’s just some learning from sparring. But, if you are not confident and feel your young generation doesn’t have the ability to win… we can leave at this instant.”

The trap was sprung, elegant and inescapable. Refusal meant public cowardice and everlasting ridicule. The Chu family’s gathering, which had revealed hidden strengths and deep internal wounds, was not over. A new, external threat had just walked onto the stage, and the weight of the family’s honor now rested on the shoulders of its wounded young generation. The true test, it seemed, was only beginning.