The Righteous Qi Gate’s training grounds were very large, but counting the Righteous Qi Gate disciples and bigwigs from various sects, they had nearly formed a circle.

Eighty percent of people stood near Qin Haoran.

Twenty percent of people stood near Jun Changxiao.

From the arrangement alone, one could see that many martial artists believed that in terms of strength, the Righteous Qi Gate had the upper hand.

Jun Changxiao said, “Sect Leader Qin, send out your disciple.”

Qin Haoran said indifferently, “Since Sect Leader Jun has come from far away, I naturally cannot be perfunctory. I’ll have my personal disciples fight.”

With that said, he waved his hand.

The personal disciple called Sun Ye standing in the very front row walked out, heading directly toward the center of the training grounds.

“Eighth-Rank Wutu?”

After some consideration, Jun Changxiao said, “Little Fei, go on.”

“Yes!”

Li Fei rubbed his right foot on the ground, then clenched his fists and strode toward the center of the training grounds.

He looked very relaxed but was actually panicking like crazy.

After all, this was his first time representing the Iron Bones Clanging Sect in combat with disciples from another sect. The pressure was definitely great.

From behind, Jun Changxiao encouraged him, “Don’t be nervous, don’t get stage fright. Just bring out that vigor you have when playing ball at the sect.”

“Mm.”

Li Fei took a deep breath, his gaze flickering with determination.

Then, he stood five meters away from Sun Ye, who was a head taller, about twenty years old. Whether in height or physique, the difference was enormous!

“The Righteous Qi Gate’s personal disciples have experienced various trials. For the Iron Bones Clanging Sect to send out such a tender young fellow, it’s probably a bit uncertain.”

“Sect Leader Jun should have directly sent out Li Qingyang, winning with the strongest against the weakest, then taking two more rounds, using the weakest against the Righteous Qi Gate’s strongest.”

“Come on, the Righteous Qi Gate has three Ninth-Rank Wutu and three Superior-Grade Spiritual Root disciples. If the Iron Bones Clanging Sect sends out Li Qingyang early, they can probably only win one round.”

“You say it like the Iron Bones Clanging Sect can win two rounds.”

Various martial artists discussed in whispers.

The fifty-plus Alliance bigwigs wore cold smiles.

In their view, the moment Jun Changxiao stepped into the Righteous Qi Gate, no matter how he arranged his disciples to fight, the result couldn’t be changed—only defeat.

If he didn’t send Li Qingyang to win one round first, just wait to be completely shut out!

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“Righteous Qi Gate, Sun Ye.”

“Iron Bones Clanging Sect, Li Fei.”

After the two mutually reported their sects and names, Sun Ye clenched his fists and said in a low voice, “Brat, you humiliated our Sect Leader earlier. I’ll make you lose very painfully.”

“Oh.”

Li Fei responded.

“Begin!” A Righteous Qi Gate elder acting as referee shouted.

As soon as the words fell, Sun Ye with his tiger’s back and bear’s waist charged forward in big strides, his strong arms spread wide, clearly planning to grapple.

Li Fei’s toes touched the ground and he dodged like a released rabbit, circling behind Sun Ye. The Explosive Fist was executed, cleanly and efficiently bombarding toward his lower back.

“Smack!”

Sun Ye reacted quickly, directly turning and reaching out to catch Li Fei’s fist, then suddenly gripping tightly, clearly wanting to crush it.

“That Righteous Qi Gate disciple clearly has a very strong physical body. With the Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple’s fist caught, it will be extremely difficult to break free. He can only passively take the beating. The first match is over.”

An expert commented.

However, Sun Ye’s five fingers tightly pressed on Li Fei’s fist, yet he never heard the sound of bones shattering.

This…

Everyone was astonished.

The Righteous Qi Gate disciple was an Eighth-Rank Wutu. His hand strength started at least at twelve thousand jin. He should be able to easily crush it.

Li Fei said, “Is this all the strength you have?”

That guy… was smiling?

Many experts instantly had a thought—this Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple’s physical body was extremely strong, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to be so calm and composed!

“Damn it!”

Sun Ye angrily poured in more spiritual power. His five fingers’ strength exploded to the extreme, yet he still couldn’t shake it, as if gripping an iron lump!

“Swish!”

Li Fei leapt up, his right foot sweeping straight across.

Playing happy soccer with this foot, he had kicked Ye Xingchen countless times and also kicked Jun Changxiao many times. It could be called the golden right foot!

“Bang!”

The right foot infused with spiritual power and explosive physical strength struck precisely on Sun Ye’s temple, and moreover… it wasn’t just one kick!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After Li Fei jumped up, during the time of inertial descent, he kicked wildly five times, each kick carrying power fully above fifteen thousand jin.

The toe of the last kick heavily bombarded Sun Ye’s temple. The destructive force produced made his strength loosen, head spinning and eyes dizzy as he explosively retreated backward.

“Good opportunity!” Jun Changxiao said.

Li Fei, having broken free from restraint and just landed, flicked the knee pad at his waist, then rushed forward and leapt into the air, kicking while shouting:

“Iron Bones Shadowless Kick!”

“Bang bang bang bang—”

On the continuously retreating Sun Ye’s chest appeared footprint after footprint.

Finally, retreating to the edge of the training grounds, he suddenly fell backward. During the process, fresh blood sprayed out, reaching three feet high!

“Boom!”

The tiger-backed bear-waisted Righteous Qi Gate personal disciple heavily crashed at his feet. His entire body had already left the training grounds area.

Very obviously—defeat!

“Swish!”

Li Fei used the momentum to flip backward, and after landing, assumed a ‘swallow skimming water’ stance. “I concede.”

“Good!”

Su Xiaomo excitedly shouted.

Li Qingyang and Xiao Zueji grinned.

“Personal disciple? What trash.” Ye Xingchen muttered disdainfully.

The bigwigs from various sects and families widened their eyes.

Li Fei, whose fist had been firmly caught, had actually in an extremely short time kicked Sun Ye until he vomited blood. This was simply incredible!

From the aura he emanated, he seemed to only be Fifth-Rank Wutu. Why did each kick have power above fifteen thousand?

It wasn’t that Fifth-Rank Wutu couldn’t have such high power output, but it was built on high aptitude and high-quality martial techniques.

What about that Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple?

He only used fist techniques when attacking. Those five kicks delivered while leaping in the air didn’t employ martial techniques at all!

Also, Iron Bones Shadowless Kick.

What martial technique was this? What quality? How come they’d never heard of it?

It wasn’t a martial technique and had no quality. It was something Jun Changxiao designed for Li Fei based on concepts from Wong Fei-hung.

Just shouting a name to bluff people. In reality, it relied entirely on the power produced by a pair of feet forming dense attacks. It couldn’t be called a martial technique at all.

The observers didn’t understand and speculated one after another—the Iron Bones Shadowless Kick was named with “Iron Bones.” Could it be the Iron Bones Clanging Sect’s exclusive martial technique?

Sect Leader Qin’s expression darkened to the extreme.

His disciple had lost just like that, and lost to a Fifth-Rank Wutu. He found it difficult to accept!

The Hundred Sects Alliance bigwigs also had ugly expressions, after all, they had been sitting waiting to watch a joke, but the plot wasn’t the same as they thought!

Wang Donglin nodded in praise. “Though this boy only has Fifth-Rank Wutu cultivation, he can explode with such high leg power. He’s a good seedling.”

Ai Shangni muttered in his heart, “That Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple must have taken Body Tempering Pills. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible with Fifth-Rank Wutu cultivation to withstand the hand strength of a Righteous Qi Gate disciple.”

After securing the first victory, Jun Changxiao cupped his fists toward the ugly-faced Qin Haoran. “Sect Leader Qin, my apologies. My Iron Bones Clanging Sect was fortunate enough to win one round.”

“Hmph.”

Qin Haoran gave a cold snort and ordered disciples to carry away the unconscious Sun Ye. He said indifferently, “Sect Leader Jun, for this second round, have your Iron Bones Clanging Sect send out a disciple first.”

Losing one round didn’t matter. As long as he won all the following rounds, he could still make this brat come clean the stables!

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin in consideration for a moment. “Tian Qi, go fight.”

“Yes!”

Tian Qi stepped forward.

Having previously participated in the sect competition, his mental state was more stable than Li Fei’s.

This time, Qin Haoran didn’t send an Eighth-Rank Wutu disciple. He directly sent out a Ninth-Rank Wutu disciple, clearly determined to secure the second round’s victory.

“Sect Leader Qin isn’t planning to have Eighth-Rank Wutu disciples go on stage anymore.”

“There are still two Ninth-Rank Wutu, two Peak Wutu, and one Wushi. Just enough to fight the other five disciples from the Iron Bones Clanging Sect.”

“That disciple called Li Fei just now had very good strength. He should have been strong fighting weak, but how could every Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple be formidable?”

Li Fei, who had just retreated behind the Sect Leader, heard people discussing and really wanted to shout loudly to tell them—I’m the weakest in our village. I only managed a surprise attack relying on leg power!