Dai Lü’s strategy had been correct—when he fell into a desperate situation, he could trigger the Devouring Power.

However, first he had to be able to endure through that desperate situation.

Facing Ye Xingchen’s fierce kicks one after another, Green Headband Brother failed to maintain his mental state and fainted. The Devouring Power that was about to explode immediately shrank back.

So… he was brutalized for nothing and didn’t come back from the brink of death at all.

It had to be said.

This was a great tragedy.

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, “I thought he’d be quite strong. Turns out he was so easily defeated.”

Elder Jin was so angry his body trembled.

Having Dai Lü take the stage resulted in defeat in one move, then having his face stepped on repeatedly—this truly disgraced the Sacred Spring Sect!

No helping it.

Ye Xingchen was too strong.

Even if they sent up Qing Linfeng, it would still be defeat.

The only consolation he could find was that using an outer disciple had consumed the Iron Bones Clanging Sect’s strongest disciple.

Elder Jin waved his hand.

An inner disciple walked onto the martial arts arena, his gaze flickering with anger.

With so many fellow disciples defeated, any Sacred Spring Sect disciple found it hard to tolerate, so he absolutely had to claim victory!

Jun Changxiao said, “Yuhua, enter the stage.”

“Yes!”

Yang Yuhua stepped forward.

“Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple, Yang Yuhua!”

“Sacred Spring Sect disciple, Qi Fan!”

“Begin!” the referee said.

“Swish!”

Qi Fan took the initiative to attack first, unleashing the Thirty-Six Paths Heaven-Reaching Fist, instantly creating countless fist shadows.

He was a veteran inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect, possessing upper-grade spirit roots. Although his strength was only First-Rank Wushi, from his fist technique and momentum, he was clearly much stronger than Dai Lü!

“Each fist has at least forty thousand jin of force!”

“This is a true inner disciple of the Sacred Spring Sect!”

“The Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple is in trouble!”

“Swish!”

Yang Yuhua shifted his steps and crossed both arms together, clearly intending to withstand it with his physical body!

Seeing this, everyone shook their heads.

The Thirty-Six Paths Heaven-Reaching Fist was the Sacred Spring Sect’s unique fist technique.

Once unleashed, it would form an endless barrage. Choosing to defend would inevitably lead to absolute passivity.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The fist shadows bombarded like a dense rain of cannonballs!

Although each strike had about forty thousand jin of force, Yang Yuhua, who was receiving the bombardment, stood in place without moving even slightly!

He didn’t even activate his Seal Shield—completely relaxed!

Everyone’s eyes widened.

So many strikes, such strong force, and the Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple was fine—at least retreat half a step!

Qi Fan, who had unleashed a full set of fist techniques, also showed astonishment on his face.

Even a massive fierce beast with thick skin and flesh would have been beaten back several steps under his relentless bombardment!

“Swish!”

Yang Yuhua took advantage of his opponent’s daze to blast forward with the Explosive Fist.

This punch was very fast—so fast that when Qi Fan came back to his senses, he could only cross both arms to defend.

“It’s only polite to reciprocate!”

Yang Yuhua’s fist, infused with spiritual energy, struck fiercely.

Boom—

Qi Fan received the fierce strike, and his body immediately burst backward, his face exceptionally twisted as intense pain spread through both arms!

Yang Yuhua, a Second-Rank Wushi, with the Explosive Fist enhancement, had unleashed a punch with fifty-five thousand jin of force!

Just ask—how could a First-Rank Wushi receive it?

“Thud thud thud!”

Qi Fan staggered backward, directly retreating outside the martial arts arena. When he struggled to stabilize his body, his legs went soft and he half-knelt on the ground.

“Ding! Defeated Sacred Spring Sect inner disciple 2/10.”

The watching martial artists’ lips twitched.

An inner disciple took the stage and was still knocked out with one punch—this was hard to accept!

Qin Haoran and the alliance leaders were also dumbfounded.

A sect that had originally been unranked—why would it have so many formidable disciples in just one short year?

Elder Jin was so angry his lungs nearly exploded.

At their own doorstep, witnessed by various faction forces, fifty-two battles fought, fifty-two battles lost—this would be hard for anyone to control their emotions!

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Xuanzhou, take the stage.”

“Yes.”

Song Xuanzhou walked onto the martial arts arena, standing proudly.

The Sacred Spring Sect side sent out another inner disciple, whose strength was still First-Rank Wushi.

In a fifth-rate sect, there were two ways to become an inner disciple: first, having excellent spirit roots; second, having strong ability.

This ability meant reaching Wushi level.

Having both good spirit roots and strong realm meant being a core disciple.

Of course.

Disciples with good spirit roots would also gradually grow stronger.

For example, Mo Shangfei, who had been defeated by Li Qingyang at Spiritual Spring Mountain as an Eighth-Rank Wutu, had also stepped into the Second-Rank Wushi level in one year’s time.

Unfortunately, too slow.

Li Qingyang, who had only been Fourth-Rank Wutu at that time, now not only had supreme-grade spirit roots but also possessed Fifth-Rank Wushi cultivation.

Comparing them this way.

The gap was truly not just a little big!

“That Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciple entering battle is a Wutu.”

“The Sacred Spring Sect sent out a Wushi—they should be able to claim their first victory!”

Everyone discussed in low voices.

Within the same realm, one could fight above one’s level, but wanting to win across major realms was extremely difficult!

Old Master Song’s heart immediately hung in suspense.

His son had only recently recovered from paralysis. To confront a Wushi with Wutu cultivation—this was truly too dangerous!

However, after the match began, Song Xuanzhou relied on the sect’s various martial techniques to achieve comprehensive suppression in a short time!

Especially when he seized an opportunity to unleash the Mountain-Opening Palm, the explosive force already reached thirty thousand jin!

His opponent’s explosive force was only twenty-five thousand jin!

Feeling the palm technique strike down with tremendous force and momentum, sensing the spiritual energy it emanated, Old Master Song’s expression became dazed.

My son.

This… you’ve become this strong?!

“Boom!”

Song Xuanzhou circled to the rear, the Explosive Fist unleashing continuously, directly blasting the Sacred Spring Sect disciple—who was a full major realm above him—out of the martial arts arena!

Although not as clean and decisive as his senior brothers, from start to finish he dominated the fight.

This was enough to prove that after standing up again from paralysis and training hard at the Iron Bones Clanging Sect, he was still a once-in-a-century genius!

Watching his son defeat his opponent, watching that iron-bones-clanging back, Old Master Song couldn’t control himself, his hands trembling with excitement.

…

Song Xuanzhou, with peak Wutu cultivation, defeated a First-Rank Wushi, not only proving himself but also telling the various martial artists watching the spectacle that Iron Bones Clanging Sect disciples could cross major realms!

The Sacred Spring Sect upper echelon’s expressions became extremely ugly.

And this was destined to continue being ugly, because Zhang Wei and others with strength even greater than Song Xuanzhou took the stage one after another, sweeping through the Sacred Spring Sect inner disciples with overwhelming force.

“Ding! Defeated Sacred Spring Sect inner disciples 10/10.”

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“Ding! Contribution points: 2205/2000.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points overflowing…”

With his disciples performing so dominantly, Jun Changxiao felt very comfortable. So he opened the purchased items list and spent 500 contribution points to buy 10 bottles of Aptitude Transformation Liquid.

After this ended, he’d distribute them to the disciples who had brought glory to the sect.

He couldn’t yet give one to every disciple who fought, but he would definitely record their merit and reward them first when he had more later.

The Iron Bones Clanging Sect outer disciples had already become extremely formidable during this year of cultivation. If their spirit roots were also elevated, they would only become even more terrifying.

“Elder Jin.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Shall we continue?”

Elder Jin didn’t speak, only waved his hand with a dark expression. An inner disciple with strength reaching Third-Rank Wushi walked out once more.

This meant—they would keep fighting!

Naturally, Jun Changxiao wouldn’t shy away from battle and had Long Ziyang enter combat.

The most outrageous thing was.

It was already the sixty-first battle, yet among the Iron Bones Clanging Sect inner disciples, only Ye Xingchen had fought. The others hadn’t even taken the stage yet.

“Boom!”

Long Ziyang, the strongest among the outer disciples, cleanly and decisively defeated his opponent, claiming the eleventh victory in the inner disciple battles.

The martial artists from various factions had calm expressions.

Sixty-one matches, with the Iron Bones Clanging Sect winning sixty-one times—their spirits and muscles had long since gone numb.