Pei Jun not only possessed superior spiritual roots, but was also a Wushi-rank martial artist.

To many Wutu-rank martial artists, this was like an insurmountable mountain, because there was a realm difference.

If it were Li Qingyang or Xiao Zuiji, they could engage in cross-realm battles at the Wutu level, but facing Pei Jun, even if they wouldn’t be utterly defeated, victory would certainly be extremely difficult.

Wushi, also known as the Spirit Control Stage.

Martial artists at this level had already achieved very strong utilization and control over spiritual power.

For a Wutu realm martial artist to defeat someone at the Wushi realm in cross-level combat—probably only Jun Changxiao could accomplish it.

That’s right, he had defeated Li Luoqiu, a Fifth-Rank Wushi.

But that was only because he relied on the Strength Amplification Talisman. Without that item’s enhancement, the result would have been capture, followed by a thorough session with whips and candles.

Was it really so difficult for Wutu martial artists to defeat Wushi martial artists?

For others, it was difficult as ascending to heaven, but for Ye Xingchen it was quite easy!

“Bang!”

He took advantage of when Pei Jun charged forward, moving one step faster to circle to the left side, condensing spiritual power into his fist and cleanly striking the opponent’s side waist.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

Wang Donglin exclaimed in shock: “This boy’s speed is incredibly fast!”

How could it not be fast?

This was a body technique called ‘Ferry Step Roaming Dragon’ that Night Emperor had racked his brains to remember from his previous life.

Why had he racked his brains?

Because in his previous life, Ye Xingchen had cultivated too many martial techniques. Later, after achieving the rank of Wudi, he naturally focused on perfecting Saint-rank and Divine-rank techniques, and lower-level martial techniques were naturally neglected.

Ferry Step Roaming Dragon wasn’t particularly outstanding.

But given Night Emperor’s current realm, it was just right for recultivation.

As for Saint-rank and Divine-rank martial techniques, they required profound spiritual energy as support. At his current level, he simply couldn’t activate them at all.

This matter tells us just how formidable the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic and Ling Sword Divine Art in the system were, because low-level martial artists could completely ignore realm restrictions when cultivating them.

“Thud, thud, thud!”

The struck Pei Jun retreated several steps to the side, a numbing sensation spreading through his waist, slightly hindering the circulation of spiritual energy through his meridians.

Ye Xingchen had struck near the dantian area. Though not as extreme as the temple or Baihui acupoint, as long as it was injured, it would definitely affect the circulation of spiritual power.

An expert was an expert.

As long as the opponent’s realm wasn’t too strong, with his previous life’s martial arts experience combined with superior spiritual roots, beating a First-Rank Wushi was child’s play, wasn’t it?

Earlier, when he had vowed not to let others fight, saying he could handle it himself, he absolutely wasn’t risking his life for a joke.

This Emperor was once one of the Ten Great Wudi.

As long as his spiritual root cultivation improved, who in this world could do anything to him!

“Trash.”

Ye Xingchen, with an expression of looking down upon all living beings, said arrogantly: “Don’t waste this master’s time. Hurry up and attack.”

Domineering aura unleashed!

Pei Jun’s eyes flickered with rage.

Being so despised by a mere Wutu—what dignity remained for a Wushi?

“Swish!” He charged forward using his body technique, immediately deploying the Tiger Roar Dragon Song Palm. From the perspective of both strength and speed, it was clearly stronger than Xin Yongyang’s!

When Li Qingyang faced this kind of technique, he chose to counter with brute force. Ye Xingchen’s method was to weave between the dual palms with his profound body technique.

After his spiritual roots improved to superior grade, the coordination between his soul and body became higher. With his vicious eyes, as long as he captured one of the opponent’s attack movements, he could predictively dodge with his positioning.

“This…” Wang Donglin’s eyes widened.

For a Wutu martial artist to achieve such extreme evasion was truly unbelievable!

Pei Jun, who was deploying the Tiger Roar Dragon Song Palm, showed shock in his eyes. No matter how frequently he changed moves, no matter how crafty the angles, his opponent could dodge with ease. After dozens of moves, he hadn’t even touched a corner of his clothing!

Devastating.

A devastating blow!

“This disciple is formidable!”

“Looking at his body technique, he doesn’t seem like a Wutu at all!”

“No wonder he appeared on stage so late—turns out the Tiegu Sect still had an even more outstanding disciple!”

The various powerhouses exclaimed in admiration.

Gold will always shine.

Ye Xingchen, whose spiritual roots and realm had improved, proved through strength in just this brief exchange that in his previous life, he had lived up to the title of Night Emperor.

“This guy is really something.” Jun Changxiao was also greatly surprised.

He had Ye Xingchen appear second-to-last because he might be cultivating a heart method above Divine-rank, but he hadn’t expected his body technique and judgment to be this outstanding as well.

“Swish, swish!”

In the combat area, palm techniques were continuously deployed, with the sounds of tiger roars and dragon songs unceasing.

The more Pei Jun fought, the more he fell apart; the more he fought, the more powerless he became, because his opponent seemed to see through his every move, achieving perfect evasion.

“Boy.”

Ye Xingchen dodged a move and stood at his side, saying indifferently: “Are you in despair?”

Despair!

“Bang—”

Night Emperor once again condensed spiritual energy and viciously struck the side waist with an Explosive Fist—the same old spot!

“Thud, thud, thud!” Pei Jun explosively retreated several steps, his face contorted, because due to the injury, it was very difficult to gather spiritual energy within his meridians.

Qin Haoran stood frozen in place.

After a moment, his expression became ferocious as he once again lost his rationality and roared: “You cannot lose this match—you must win for this seat!”

Right at this moment, Ye Xingchen appeared before Pei Jun.

“Bang! Bang!”

The Explosive Fist was deployed, its force instantly breaking through twenty thousand catties, accurately striking the same spot on his opponent’s chest.

Because the punches came so fast, Pei Jun had no time to retreat. Only after being struck more than ten times did he finally stagger backward, a mouthful of fresh blood spraying from his throat.

“It’s over.”

Many martial artists speculated.

However, Ye Xingchen didn’t stop there. He followed up using Ferry Step Roaming Dragon, deploying the Explosive Fist once more.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Another frenzied bombardment followed. Pei Jun finally collapsed to the ground during his retreat, his face extremely pale—he had obviously suffered extremely severe internal injuries!

“Swish!”

Ye Xingchen placed one foot on his face, tilted his head to look at Qin Haoran, and said with cold eyes: “Win? He’s not qualified.”

This was what it meant to be arrogant.

In front of someone’s Sect Master, stepping on their beloved personal disciple—this was arrogance!

First there was Xiao Zuiji smashing the plaque, then there was Ye Xingchen stepping on their strongest disciple’s face. The Haoqi Sect’s dignity had been completely lost today!

Qin Haoran clenched his fists, his eyes turning blood-red, obviously having reached the extreme of rage.

The Haoqi Sect disciples also glared with angry eyes!

“Tch.”

Ye Xingchen kicked the severely injured Pei Jun out of the sparring grounds, saying disdainfully: “A bunch of trash.”

With this, the Tiegu Sect claimed another victory!

The score was six to zero.

Even if the first four matches didn’t count, the Haoqi Sect had still lost!

“Ah.”

Jun Changxiao spread his hands and said: “Alliance Master Qin, this seat said earlier that there was no need to continue fighting. Now look what’s happened—not only have you lost two matches, but also ten million taels.”

“Pfft!”

Qin Haoran spat blood once more.

This time when the Tiegu Sect came to battle, not only had his Haoqi Sect been defeated, but they had also lost their dignity—truly miserable to the extreme.

While the various martial artists expressed sympathy, they also truly looked at the Tiegu Sect with new eyes.

Wang Donglin stepped forward and said: “The Tiegu Sect won two of the last three matches. In this old man’s view, there’s no need to continue fighting. Honor the wager and let it end here.”

“No, no.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Since these are the rules of the jianghu, and according to Alliance Master Qin’s wishes, all seven matches must be completed.”

With that, he beckoned: “Qianqian, take the stage.”

Lu Qianqian said nothing and walked forward.

Seeing that the contestant was a woman, the rage-filled Qin Haoran said hatefully: “He Ren, fight!”

“Yes.”

The one called He Ren walked out.

He had medium-grade spiritual roots, with cultivation at only Eighth-Rank Wutu.

There was no choice—all of the Haoqi Sect’s Ninth-Rank Wutu and superior spiritual root disciples had already fought, and all had been completely defeated.

“For the last match, sending out a woman—isn’t this deliberately humiliating the Haoqi Sect?”

“The entire Haoqi Sect is in a rage right now. If this girl’s strength isn’t up to par, she’ll definitely be brutally abused.”

The crowd was clearly overthinking it.

Because the moment the referee announced the start of the match, the bout ended.

“Pfft—”

Devastated by a storm of small fists formed from spiritual power, the personal disciple called He Ren fell to the ground spurting blood wildly!

Of all seven sparring matches, this one was the fastest!

The eyes of martial artists from all sides nearly bulged out of their sockets.

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