In front of the Grudge Resolution Platform, Jun Changxiao and the Longdao Sect master walked over.

In an instant, martial artists throughout Qingyang City surged in from the streets, discussing with their heads together.

“Sect Master Shen is a ninth-grade Wutu! Can Sect Master Jun beat him?”

“During the Hundred Sects recruitment, Sect Master Jun was only at the fourth or fifth stage of Meridian Opening, yet didn’t he still defeat Elder Wei who was at the twelfth stage of Meridian Opening?”

“A ninth-grade Wutu’s bare-handed strength exceeds ten thousand pounds—that’s not comparable to a twelfth-stage Meridian Opening martial artist!”

“That makes sense.”

After a round of discussion, many martial artists favored the Longdao Sect master.

The big shots from various sects also came to watch the battle. They unhesitatingly supported Sect Master Shen, even hoping he could thoroughly thrash the arrogant Jun Changxiao on the Grudge Resolution Platform.

Alliance Leader Qin didn’t leave. He stood at a distance from the Grudge Resolution Platform, watching.

On a fourth-floor building.

Xie Guangkun stood with his hands behind his back, puzzled: “That guy isn’t stupid either. Why did he accept Shen Tong’s challenge?”

From his tone and gaze, he also didn’t favor Jun Changxiao.

This was very normal.

The Longdao Sect was an eighth-rate sect, and its sect master was a nine-star Wutu—considered quite a skilled expert in Qingyang County.

What about Jun Changxiao?

In many people’s understanding, even if he could kill Wei Yinu, his strength was only that of a second or third-grade Wutu.

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang said in a low voice: “This is a bit tricky.”

Jun Changxiao put away his electronic cigar, saying indifferently: “Remember this, Qingyang—in my eyes there’s no such thing as tricky, only weak opponents.”

With that, he stepped onto the Grudge Resolution Platform.

“Ding!”

“Side quest triggered.”

Jun Changxiao steadied himself and pulled up the system data panel. The side quest was—Defeat Longdao Sect Master Shen Tong 0/1 [Elite Mission].

Shen Tong…

Why didn’t he call himself Yuan Tong instead?

The side quest was triggered, and it was elite level at that, making Jun Changxiao’s gaze immediately become fervent.

What did he need most? Contribution points!

Sect Master Shen jumped onto the Grudge Resolution Platform, saying indifferently: “Sect Master Jun, shall we compete with fists or weapons?”

“Whatever.” Jun Changxiao said.

Sect Master Shen said: “Though the Longdao Sect is famous for long blades, Shen here won’t take advantage of Sect Master Jun. Let’s decide victory with our fists.”

“Fine.”

Jun Changxiao had no objections.

He thought to himself: “For the Wutu realm, each grade increase raises strength by about 1,000 to 2,000 pounds. If I calculate 1,500 per grade increase, then factoring in Meridian Opening and ninth-grade Wutu cultivation, his strength shouldn’t exceed 15,000 pounds.”

The system said: “This person’s strength is around 14,000 pounds.”

Jun Changxiao froze: “You can tell?”

“Mm.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? Made me calculate all that.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao was speechless for a moment, but still thought to himself: “A ninth-grade Wutu only has this much strength—taking him down won’t be difficult at all.”

Thinking this, he said indifferently: “We can begin.”

“Shen Tong.”

“Jun Changxiao.”

After exchanging names, Shen Tong clenched his right hand and charged forward with large strides. Energy ripples visible to the naked eye immediately spread from beneath his feet.

Worthy of being a ninth-grade Wutu—just the spiritual power he released could completely crush the competitors from the sect martial competition.

Li Qingyang’s expression became grave.

If it were him facing the Longdao Sect master’s strength, he definitely couldn’t win. The only outcome would be instant defeat.

Su Xiaomo and Xiao Zuiji thought the same.

Their strength could dominate in the first and second-grade Wutu stages, and they could also bully ninth-rate sect masters. But encountering a Wutu like Shen Tong, they would only be thoroughly beaten.

“Trash.”

Ye Xingchen thought disdainfully.

As a former peak Wudi, he completely looked down on ninth-grade Wutu. If his cultivation were still intact, he could kill one with a single finger.

Bro.

Still haven’t recognized reality?

You’re not the wind-summoning, rain-calling Wudi anymore. You’re just a little newbie now.

Even if you have experience surpassing ordinary people, if your strength and body don’t improve, you’ll still get beaten black and blue by others.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, an explosive sound came from the Grudge Resolution Platform!

Jun Changxiao crossed his arms, blocking Shen Tong’s heavy punch. His body retreated with “thud thud thud” sounds, barely stopping at the edge—one more step and he would have fallen off.

“That hurts!”

He waved his arms, his expression slightly fierce.

“Sect Master Shen didn’t even use his full strength, yet he can’t withstand it. How truly weak.” One sect master said disdainfully.

Not realizing that he himself was only a second-grade Wutu.

If he went up to fight Shen Tong, he probably wouldn’t even match Jun Changxiao—he’d be blasted off the platform with a single punch.

Some people are like this—they never consider their own weakness, always taking the position of observers to mock others, elevating their own ridiculously laughable sense of superiority.

“This kid’s strength is too weak. I need to suppress my cultivation. If I knock him off the platform, how can I thrash him thoroughly?” Shen Tong charged forward with large strides, his fist infused with spiritual power, but using only fifty percent of his strength.

His goal wasn’t to win, but to thoroughly abuse Jun Changxiao, making him pay the price for his arrogance in the Star-Moon Tower.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

The fist swung over, the fist wind howling.

Jun Changxiao’s face, which had looked slightly troubled, suddenly displayed an evil, charming smile.

Hmm?

Shen Tong’s heart rose with vigilance.

“Swish!”

Right at that moment, Jun Changxiao strode forward. His right palm struck Shen Tong’s fist, pressing the arm down, while his left fist, infused with spiritual power, ruthlessly struck.

One charge, one deflection, one attack—all executed with extreme speed.

Even though Shen Tong realized something was wrong, he could no longer dodge, nor could he mobilize more spiritual power.

“Boom—”

The fist carrying ten thousand pounds of force heavily struck his abdomen.

The powerful force impacted, ravaging his muscles and meridians, causing Shen Tong to immediately bend over, mouth opening wide, eyes bulging.

It hurt!!

“Swish!” Jun Changxiao raised his other hand, bringing down his elbow with a bang that smashed into Shen Tong’s back. Shen Tong’s eyeballs bulged out again, and he crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound.

“Hiss!”

The watching martial artists gasped.

Sect Master Jun’s two attacks had spiritual power vibrations—one look showed they were heavy with tremendous force. If they landed on themselves, they would definitely shatter meridians and shatter internal organs!

The sect masters from various sects who had thought Sect Master Shen had victory in hand and would definitely thrash that guy were all dumbstruck.

Suddenly, they understood—when Shen Tong’s punch had nearly knocked him off the platform earlier, it was an act, a deliberate display of weakness!

Xie Guangkun frowned: “Those two attacks just now both had force around fifteen thousand pounds. Could it be he’s already entered ninth-grade Wutu?”

Jun Changxiao only had sixth-grade Wutu cultivation yet could unleash such high force because each grade increase gave him 2,000 pounds.

To be precise.

Each grade increase was at the upper limit value.

Being this impressive was partly due to the Tendon Transformation Classic, partly due to the muscle sculpting room.

Ye Xingchen also noticed, his expression becoming grave: “I didn’t expect this guy’s strength to be so formidable. For me to catch up will probably take some time.”

“Wah!”

Shen Tong, lying on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale.

When attacked, he had only mobilized fifty percent of his spiritual power. Enduring Jun Changxiao’s two violent strikes, his meridians and internal organs were definitely severely damaged.

Jun Changxiao crouched down, saying with considerable apology: “Sect Master Shen, I’m sorry—my hand was a bit heavy.”

“You…”

“Swish!”

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Jun Changxiao grabbed one of his feet and dragged him to the edge of the Grudge Resolution Platform, then with a “whoosh” threw him off.

“Thud!”

Shen Tong landed face-down on all fours. Unable to support himself any longer, he fainted on the spot.

“Ding! Defeated Longdao Sect Master 1/1 [Elite Mission].”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the side quest and obtaining 50 sect contribution points.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points: 177/500.”

Completing one hidden mission and one elite mission, easily earning 100 contribution points, Jun Changxiao looked toward the sect masters from various sects in a very good mood, saying in a provocative tone: “Anyone else want to come up and spar?”