“Eighth-rank Wutu?”

Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and the other disciples’ expressions changed slightly.

The gap between fourth-rank and eighth-rank was too great. Could Second Senior Brother win?

Lu Qianqian’s willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly as she said in a low voice: “Sect Master, the opponent is too strong. Let me fight instead.”

Mo Shangfei’s strength made her doubt that Second Junior Brother could achieve victory.

Jun Changxiao took out a chair from his spatial ring and sat down, fingers tapping on the armrest: “As eldest senior sister, no matter when or where, you must have sufficient confidence in your junior brothers.”

Lu Qianqian fell silent and stood behind with the other junior brothers.

“Although Li Qingyang’s aptitude is decent, the Holy Spring Sect’s Mo Shangfei also has superior-grade spiritual roots. Sending him up has absolutely no chance of victory.”

“The Tiegu Sect probably only has this one disciple worth presenting, right?”

Alliance Leader Qin and the various sect masters sneered endlessly.

Such a good opportunity—if they didn’t mock the Tiegu Sect thoroughly, how could they vent the frustration they suffered at the Star-Moon Tower?

Of course.

They didn’t think Li Qingyang was lacking.

But with equal aptitude and excellence, Mo Shangfei far surpassed him in both resources and instruction.

“This number one genius of Qingyang City—if he had joined the Cangshan Sect, he would definitely be an inner disciple. His achievements would certainly be stronger than now.”

“Alas, such fine aptitude wasted.”

The various faction leaders sighed with regret.

In reality?

They were just finding different ways to mock the Tiegu Sect and ridicule Jun Changxiao for ruining people tirelessly.

Xie Guangkun thought to himself: “Two months ago, Li Qingyang was only at the tenth stage of Meridian Opening. Now he’s entered fourth-rank Wutu. His growth rate is already quite good—you’re all a bunch of blind fools.”

This wasn’t blindness—it was criticizing for criticism’s sake.

Jun Changxiao ignored others’ mockery, intentionally or unintentionally glancing into the distance. He faintly saw a flash of light and thought to himself: “Zuiji is here too.”

Indeed.

Xiao Zuiji was also present.

He was currently lying prone on a high slope eight hundred meters away, his body wrapped in grass, one eye pressed against the scope. The muzzle of his Type 88 sniper rifle was already aimed at Mo Shangfei.

While gaining experience in the wilderness, Xiao Zuiji had heard news of the battle challenge and arrived early.

He had already been lying in the grass for a day and a night. Even the three Wuzong-level powerhouses who arrived later never imagined there would be a phantom sniper lurking in the shadows.

Sect Master.

The gun is ready.

You point at anyone, this disciple will shoot them.

Ye Xingchen, lying on a rock in the distance, thought to himself: “If this emperor hadn’t used the Supreme Profound Scripture to conceal your aura, you really think lying in grass makes you invisible?”

…

“Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei.”

Mo Shangfei coolly announced his name, his tone and gaze carrying disdain.

He had heard of Li Qingyang but didn’t take him seriously. After all, joining a worthless sect would inevitably lead to being slowly assimilated into trash.

Names exchanged, the battle should have begun.

However, the Third Elder said: “Sect Master Jun, fists and feet have no eyes. If my disciple injures your disciple, please be understanding.”

Was he telling him that the guy would strike viciously?

Jun Changxiao shook his head and cupped his hands: “If my disciple injures your disciple, please also be understanding, honored sect.”

Qin Haoran and the others all rolled their eyes.

A fourth-rank injuring an eighth-rank would absolutely be a joke.

The Third Elder was too lazy to exchange words with Jun Changxiao and simply said coolly: “You may begin.”

“Whoosh—” As soon as the words fell, Mo Shangfei shot forward like an arrow, his right fist gathering spiritual energy and carrying tremendous momentum as it bombarded forward.

Fast and sudden!

“Bang!” Li Qingyang couldn’t dodge in time. Hastily, he crossed both arms and forcefully received the punch.

“Thud thud thud!”

Retreating wildly over ten steps, he barely stabilized himself.

Judging from the degree of spiritual energy rippling through the air, that guy’s punch carried at least twenty thousand jin!

“Whew!”

Li Qingyang shook his slightly numb arms.

“Oh?” Mo Shangfei withdrew his fist, saying with surprise: “You can withstand my Gale Fist without changing expression—your physical defense is acceptable.”

“However.”

He smiled: “How many more times can you withstand it?”

“Whoosh!”

He charged forward using a movement technique!

Before he even arrived, his left and right fists struck out frequently, transforming into fist shadows under spiritual energy enhancement.

The mid-level Common-grade Gale Fist was renowned for being fast and fierce. Mo Shangfei had comprehended it to the extreme, and his current display drew admiring exclamations from Alliance Leader Qin and others.

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi’s expressions changed in alarm.

Such fast fist speed and power—if they were in that position, they absolutely couldn’t dodge and would definitely be bombarded into utter disarray!

Li Qingyang’s brows furrowed slightly. His arms crossed together again, and with several “bang bang bang” sounds, he received all the tremendously powerful fist shadows, his body retreating step by step.

“Step!”

Only when he retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena, one foot stepping on the stone slabs, did he stabilize himself.

Pressing his advantage, Mo Shangfei quickly followed, leaping into the air. His right fist enhanced with spiritual energy, flashing with radiance, bombarded down.

This strike was very powerful!

Alliance Leader Qin and the various sect masters instantly judged that Li Qingyang couldn’t dodge left or right now. He had to either retreat or face it head-on.

Retreating meant defeat.

And after consecutively withstanding several punches, if he forcefully received another, he would inevitably be injured!

At this moment, they hoped even more for Li Qingyang to retreat, because it would mean defeat—losing without even making a move from the start would definitely provide material for extensive mockery.

Jun Changxiao’s fingers tapped rhythmically, not frantically but with a truly steady mental state!

“Step!”

Just then, Li Qingyang’s one foot suddenly stomped the ground. His right fist drew back to his abdomen as spiritual energy surged crazily from his meridians into his arm, dazzling brilliance gathering in his fist.

“Explosive Fist!”

With a cold shout, his right fist suddenly bombarded out. As radiance flashed, a wind vortex instantly formed about a meter around his feet.

“Bang bang bang!”

Explosive sounds came forth, resounding through the martial arts arena like a string of firecrackers being lit, startling everyone into showing expressions of surprise.

“Boom!”

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyang’s fist carrying explosive power directly struck Mo Shangfei’s fist and sent him flying.

“Thud thud thud!”

The Holy Spring Sect inner disciple landed stumbling, retreating over twenty meters before struggling to stabilize. His right fist that had clashed transmitted intense pain as shock flickered in his eyes.

His own Gale Fist had condensed power reaching twenty-two thousand jin, yet in a direct clash, he had completely fallen into disadvantage!

Alliance Leader Qin and the others, who had already prepared their lines for mocking the Tiegu Sect, saw Mo Shangfei being beaten back and stood there dumbfounded one by one.

In that situation just now, he could still turn the tide—simply incredible!

Explosive Fist?

What kind of martial technique was this? They’d never heard of it!

With fourth-rank Wutu cultivation, repelling an eighth-rank Wutu using Gale Fist—could this be a mid-grade level fist technique?

Standing on the high slope watching, Ye Xingchen was secretly shocked: “This fist technique is definitely not simple!”

“Whoosh!” Suddenly, Li Qingyang stepped forward charging. At the same time, his right fist transformed into a hand blade, pouring spiritual energy into the palm surface. Like a hand rising and blade falling, he violently swung through the void.

“Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!”

In an instant, three crescent-moon-like flowing lights, dragging arcs of radiance, explosively shot forth from three directions. Wherever they passed, faint light shadows remained.

This was…

That’s right, Slash!!

Xie Guangkun exclaimed: “Spiritual energy-type martial technique!”

Qin Haoran and the various sect masters widened their eyes, shock finally rippling through their gazes!

Even the three Holy Spring Sect elders sitting steadily almost couldn’t resist standing up when they saw Li Qingyang’s hand rising and blade falling to slash out three crescent flowing lights!

Spiritual energy-type martial techniques.

Their Holy Spring Sect also had them, but the lowest level was mid-grade high-tier, which only those who reached Wushi could control. The weak qi vortex in a Wutu’s dantian absolutely couldn’t execute them!

Jun Changxiao imitated Fifth Elder’s manner, crossing one leg over the other, smiling coolly: “No need to be so shocked, is there?”