In the center of the martial arts arena.
Tian Qi cupped his fists and said, “Iron Bones Sect, Tian Qi.”
The Haoran Gate disciple said coolly, “Haoran Gate, Tan Yong!”
As his words fell, a surge of heavy spiritual energy suddenly emanated from his entire body, clearly intending to first intimidate his opponent with his aura.
Unfortunately, Tian Qi remained unmoved, his gaze even revealing a trace of disdain.
The observing martial artists found this rather unacceptable.
The disciple sent out by Haoran Gate was a ninth-grade Wutu—where did this Iron Bones Sect disciple get the confidence to show such disdain?
Or could it be that their sect master was arrogant, and his disciples shared the same character?
Sigh.
When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam is slanted.
“Begin!” the referee shouted.
The first to attack was Tian Qi. He stepped forward, both left and right fists simultaneously executing the Explosive Fist, fiercely bombarding forward. The sounds of “boom boom boom” were incessant.
He approached too quickly, and his punches were equally fast.
Tan Yong had no way to evade and could only channel spiritual energy into his body, using both palms to counter the attacks as they came.
“Boom! Boom!”
Tian Qi’s fists seemed imbued with tremendous force, repeatedly hammering forward with power that climbed linearly, finally breaking through to seventeen thousand jin!
Feeling the fierce wind, sensing the momentum formed by the bombardment, the expressions of the various faction leaders gradually stiffened.
This Iron Bones Sect disciple, like Li Fei earlier, had a cultivation level of only fifth-grade Wutu—why could he unleash such tremendous power?!
Tian Qi focused more on body cultivation and fist techniques.
When he executed the Explosive Fist, whether in terms of strength or might, he was definitely stronger than Li Fei who used kicks.
This “stronger” wasn’t just a little bit stronger!
Shen Tong’s eyeballs nearly popped out.
The power erupting from both of Iron Bones Sect’s fifth-grade Wutu disciples surpassed his own nine-star Wutu—this was truly devastating to his self-esteem!
“Boom! Boom!”
Tian Qi’s fists were like two iron hammers madly pounding away.
Tan Yong, forced into defense from the very beginning, found it difficult to break free and could only fall into absolute passivity.
“Thud thud thud!”
His body continuously retreated until he stood at the edge of the boundary.
Due to the dense barrage of fist techniques, unable to block them all, he could only bring his arms together and allow his opponent to bombard him.
“…”
The corners of the various faction leaders’ mouths twitched.
They had the feeling they were watching an Iron Bones Sect disciple wielding his fists to beat a sandbag.
The one pummeling was a fifth-grade Wutu, while the one being used as a sandbag was a ninth-grade Wutu!
This world… was too insane!
Jun Changxiao shrugged and said, “Really, no difficulty at all.”
From the very beginning, he hadn’t taken Haoran Gate seriously. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have consistently emphasized that this was merely a small monster on the road to challenging the big BOSS.
Now that Tian Qi was using a ninth-grade Wutu core disciple as a sandbag for wild bombardment, it proved everything.
“Ahhh!”
Tan Yong, trapped in absolute passivity, roared with bloodshot eyes.
But just as the shout left his mouth, he was struck in the face by a heavy punch. His head immediately tilted to the side, and his body staggered backward toward the outside of the arena.
“Slap!”
Tian Qi grabbed his wrist with one hand, pulled him back from the boundary line, used his shoulder to execute an over-the-shoulder throw, then mounted his abdomen and raised his fist for a wild bombardment.
The Sect Master had said:
Can’t kill them, but can beat them half to death.
“Boom! Boom!”
Tian Qi, straddling Tan Yong’s body, unleashed his perfectly mastered Explosive Fist in a mad barrage, instantly beating Tan Yong until his face was bruised and swollen, foaming at the mouth.
Finally, he lost consciousness and passed out.
“Crack—”
Witnessing his disciple being abused like this, Qin Haoran clenched his fists tightly, his cold gaze flashing with towering fury.
Being angry was useless.
This was a sparring match on the martial arts arena. If a disciple was beaten, it simply meant his skills were inferior!
“Swish!”
Tian Qi stood up and cupped his fists, saying, “I yield.”
The leaders of the Hundred Clans Alliance and the martial artists from various factions watching the excitement had expressions that became quite colorful.
After the sparring began, Tan Yong fell into passivity and could only block until he was beaten unconscious on the spot. Throughout the entire process, he hadn’t… counterattacked even once!!
This gap was too great!
“One Li Fei, one Tian Qi—Iron Bones Sect’s disciples are this strong!”
“I can finally understand why when Xingyun Sect went to challenge Iron Bones Sect, they got their heads completely shaved.”
“Two disciples toying with eighth and ninth-grade Wutu like it’s child’s play—when Xingyun Sect’s inner disciples went over, they were obviously going to be abused!”
Various martial artists discussed among themselves privately.
Standing within the crowd, the Xingyun Sect Master’s face flushed red with embarrassment, yet his heart felt considerably more comfortable.
Alliance Leader Qin’s two core disciples had been successively defeated. Now that his own disciples had lost to Iron Bones Sect, it didn’t seem like such a shameful thing anymore.
“Family Head Ai.”
Wang Donglin smiled and said, “This Iron Bones Sect is no simple matter.”
Two fifth-grade Wutu level disciples successively erupting with power above fifteen thousand—they must have undergone extreme body cultivation training.
“The second disciple to appear had such powerful fists. It must also be related to taking Body Forging Pills!”
Ai Shangni speculated.
Martial artists with ordinary talent and low cultivation levels could use Body Forging Pills to fight above their level. If used as a selling point, it would definitely attract more attention and sell for astronomical prices!
Wang Donglin cared about the disciples’ strength, while he cared about the Body Forging Pills’ effectiveness—truly a qualified merchant.
…
After Tian Qi returned to position, Jun Changxiao cupped his fists with a smile and said, “Alliance Leader Qin, for this third match, let your Haoran Gate send out a disciple first.”
Seeing that smiling face, Alliance Leader Qin wanted nothing more than to step forward and tear it apart with his hands.
Calm down, calm down.
No matter how angry, he must maintain a smile.
But his disciples had lost two matches in a row, and the second one was wildly abused—he damn well couldn’t smile at all!
Qin Haoran suppressed his boundless fury and looked toward a disciple on his right rear, saying, “Go.”
“Yes.”
The third core disciple stepped forward, also a ninth-grade Wutu, though his strength was greater than Tan Yong’s.
“Little Mu, go ahead,” Jun Changxiao said.
Su Xiaomu clenched her fists, shook her head, and walked out, saying, “At the foot of the mountain, my blood was already boiling. Finally, I can have a good fight.”
Seeing the Iron Bones Sect disciple take the stage, the various faction leaders didn’t dare jump to conclusions.
Because they had all thought Haoran Gate disciples would win earlier, but they all lost—a perfect case of whoever they favored getting jinxed to death.
This wasn’t reverse jinxing—it was actual strength.
Even if they fought several more times, Sun Ye and Tan Yong’s results would still be defeat, still be wild abuse.
Their talent wasn’t high so they made up for it with cultivation level, but could they really compete with those who relied on various resources, various pills, and even spiritual energy arrays like Tian Qi and Li Fei?
They didn’t even know what it was like to continuously take pills with tenfold spiritual energy absorption for ten days straight.
…
The third Haoran Gate disciple walked onto the stage and cupped his fists coldly, saying, “Haoran Gate, Lao Tie.”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched as he said, “No problem there.”
“Iron Bones Sect, Su Xiaomu,” Su Xiaomu said.
After the two reported their names, the referee called out to begin.
Lao Tie took the initiative, channeling spiritual energy into his body and instantly charging forward with a movement technique.
“Swish! Swish!”
Su Xiaomu’s body rolled backward twice, then she spread her short little legs and began running around the edge of the arena.
Her speed gradually increased until she was practically stirring up wind and waves!
Lao Tie stood in the arena, watching his opponent circle around him, unable to keep up with the speed, suddenly at a loss for how to attack.
Wang Donglin said, “This one excels at movement techniques.”
Ai Shangni thought instead: Not bad, it must also be related to the Body Forging Pills!
“Whoosh—”
Just at that moment, Su Xiaomu seized the opportunity, circled behind Lao Tie, and directly kicked upward.
“Boom!” Lao Tie discovered in time, turned around with a heavy punch, and deflected Su Xiaomu’s foot. Just as he was about to follow up with a second move, his opponent had already scurried away again.
“Damn it!” he roared angrily.
“Swish!” Su Xiaomu appeared behind him again like a ghost, leaping into the air with another kick.
Though the speed was fast enough, Lao Tie still caught it and raised his arm in front of his body, successfully blocking the powerful kick.
“Senior Brother, watch out!” someone shouted in alarm.
Lao Tie froze. From the corner of his eye, he saw Su Xiaomu—after her foot kicked against his arm, her body tilted to the side, her hands clasped together with middle and index fingers protruding, viciously stabbing toward his buttocks.
Chrysanthemum withers.