The Strongest Sect of All Times

“Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice?”

The expressions of Su Xiaomo, Tian Qi, and the others all changed. 

The difference between fourth stage and eighth stage was too great, could Second Senior Brother win?

Lu Qianqian’s willow brows wrinkled slightly. She whispered, “Sect Head, the opponent is too strong, let me go up.”

With Mo Shangfei’s strength, she did not believe that her junior brother could win. 

Jun Changxiao summoned a chair from his storage ring and sat down, finger tapping the arm rest. “As the senior sister, no matter when or where, you should have confidence in your junior brothers.”

Lu Qianqian was silent, standing behind him with the numerous junior brothers.

“Li Qingyang’s aptitude, although it is not bad, the Holy Spring Sect’s Mo Shangfei is similarly a high-grade spirit root. The odds of his success aren’t great.”

“The Ironbone Sect only has this one disciple that can make a move, right?”

Alliance Chief Qin and the various sect leaders sneered. 

Such a good opportunity, if they did not taunt the Ironbone Sect, how could they endure the foul emotions from Star Moon Pavilion?

Of course.

They did not think that Li Qingyang was weak. 

But with the same aptitude, the equally outstanding Mo Shangfei, had the upper hand in both resources and education.

“Qingyang City’s number one talent, if he joined the Azure Mountain Sect, he would definitely be an inner disciple and have better achievements than he does now.”

“Yeah, what a waste of good aptitude.”

The various experts expressed regret. 

But in reality?

It was just another way to taunt the Ironbone Sect, satirizing how Jun Changxiao destroyed a person’s future.

Xie Guangkun thought, Two months ago, Li Qingyang was Meridian Opening Stage Ten. Now that he is a Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice, his growth is already not bad. You really are a group of people with eyes who fail to see. 

It wasn’t that they had eyes but failed to see, but that they intentionally refused to see. 

Jun Changxiao did not pay attention to the others’ ridicule. He unintentionally looked into the distance and caught a flash of light. 

Zuiji also came.

Correct. 

Xiao Zuiji was also here.

He was on a steep slope about 800 meters away, lying in a thick patch of grass. One eye was pressed to the lens, the muzzle of the Type 88 rifle aimed at Mo Shangfei. 

While he was roaming the wilderness, Xiao Zuiji heard about the scheduled battle and hurried over ahead of time. 

He had already crouched in this thick patch of grass for one day and one night. Even the three Martial Ancestors, who arrived later, did not think that there was a ghost sniper ambushed in a hidden place. 

Sect Head.

The gun is ready. 

Whoever you point to is whoever this disciple will shoot. 

Ye Xingchen was lying on a rock some distance away. If not for this Emperor using the Grand Mysterious True Sutra to hide our auras, do you really think that lying in a patch of thick grass is enough to be secretive?! [1]

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“Holy Spring Sect, Mo Shangfei.”

Mo Shangfei indifferently reported his name, exuding an aura of contempt. 

He had heard of Li Qingyang before, but did not take him seriously. After all, joining such a lowly sect meant that Li Qingyang would also slowly become trash. 

With both their names reported, the fight should have begun. 

However, Third Elder said, “Sect Head Jun, fists and feet do not have eyes. If my disciple wounds your disciple, please do be magnanimous.”

Is this telling that this guy intends to be very violent? Jun Changxiao shook his head, humbly saying, “If my disciple injures your disciple, may your honorable sect also be magnanimous.”

Qin Haoran and the others rolled their eyes. 

A Fourth Stage could injure an Eighth Stage? What a joke.

Third Elder felt disinclined to exchange taunts with Jun Changxiao and lightly said, “You can start.”

Shua—

Just as the elder finished, Mo Shangfei shot forward like an arrow. Spirit power was gathered in his right fist, whistling as he punched with powerful strength. 

Very quick, very sudden!

Bang!

Li Qingyang didn’t have the time to dodge and crossed both arms in front of himself, blocking the opponent's hard blow. 

Thump, thump, thump. 

He was forced back more than ten steps, strenuously righting himself. 

Based on the ripples of spiritual energy, that guy’s fist had contained at least 20,000 jin of strength.

“Huff.”

Li Qingyang exhaled and shook his arms, which were a bit numb. 

“Oh?” Mo Shangfei pulled his fist back, surprised. “You can withstand my Strong Wind Fist without changing expressions. Your mortal body’s defense is pretty good.”

“But,” he smiled. “How many times can you withstand it?”

Shua!

Using a step technique, he dashed forward. 

Even though his body had yet to arrive, he wildly punched. With the addition of spirit power, there were numerous afterimages and fist illusions. 

The Strong Wind Fist was an ordinary-grade intermediate fist technique known for being quick and fierce. Mo Shangfei’s comprehension of the technique had reached the pinnacle. His display caused Alliance Chief Qin and the others to exclaim. 

Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi were also startled into change. 

That fist was quick and powerful. If the one on stage was themselves, not only would they be unable to avoid it, they would also have an extremely difficult time blocking it!

Li Qingyang’s brows wrinkled slightly. Both of his arms crossed before his body once more. 

With a ‘bang, bang, bang’, he blocked and withstood the fists coming his way, but retreated step by step. 

Ta!

He was forced all the way to the edge of the arena, one foot on the flagstone, before he could stabilize himself. 

Unforgivingly, Mo Shangfei quickly caught up. He leapt into the air, right fist filled with spirit power, his fist like a meteor as he fell. 

This strike was very powerful!

Alliance Chief Qin and the others instantly judged that Li Qingyang could not dodge to the left or right — he could either retreat, or directly meet it. 

Retreating was equal to losing. 

But after taking several fists, facing this strike would inevitably wound him!

The crowd wanted Li Qingyang to retreat, because that meant the boy’s defeat. From start to finish, the boy hadn’t even made one move. Such a loss would definitely breed ridicule. 

Jun Changxiao’s fingers repeatedly tapped the arm rest. It wasn’t that he was flustered, but because his stage of mind really was steady!

Ta!

At this moment, Li Qingyang slammed his feet into the ground. He pulled his right fist back to his waist, crazily gathering spirit power into his arm and fist as an eye-catching shine gathered around his fist. 

“Rupturing Fist!”

With a chilling sound, his right fist rumbled forward. As the rays of light around his fist blasted forward, a vortex almost a meter wide formed beneath his feet. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bursting sounds echoed through the arena, like a string of firecrackers had been lit, jolting everyone into looks of surprise.

Bang!

The next second, Li Qingyang’s fist directly punched Mo Shangfei’s fist, causing him to fly backwards. 

Thump, thump, thump!

The Holy Spring Sect’s inner disciple staggered as he landed, retreating more than 20 meters before stabilizing with difficulty. An intense pain coursed through his right fist, his eyes filled with shock. 

His Strong Wind Fist had a strength of 22,000 jin! But facing his opponent’s move, it had been himself on the losing end!

Alliance Chief Qin and the others, who had been daydreaming about how to ridicule the Ironbone Sect, saw that Mo Shangfei had been pushed back and were all dumbfounded. 

It was unbelievable that such a dire situation could still be turned around!

Rupturing Fist?

What martial skill was that? Why had they never heard of it before?

But a Fourth Stage Martial Apprentice using it could easily push back an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice Strong Wind user? Could the skill be mid-grade?

Standing on a steep slope, the observing Ye Xingchen was secretly shocked. This fist technique isn’t simple!

Shua!

Li Qingyang swiftly rushed forward. As he did so, his right fist changed into a palm. Adding spirit power to the surface of his palm, his right hand became a blade, which he swung around. 

Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!

Shortly, three crescent moons of flowing light arced through the air, exploding forward from three different directions. As they flew past, all that could be seen were faint afterimages. 

This was…

Correct, it was ‘I Cut’!!

Xie Guangkun called out in alarm, “A spiritual energy type martial skill!”

Qin Haoran and the others stared wide-eyed, expressions filled with shock. 

The quietly sitting three elders also saw Li Qingyang creating three crescents of flowing light and almost jumped out of their seats!

A spiritual energy type martial skill. 

Their Holy Spring Sect also had some, but the minimum level was mid-grade advanced, meaning that only Martial Masters could learn it. A Martial Apprentice’s qi cyclones were too weak, so they would certainly find it difficult to use!

Jun Changxio studied Fifth Elder’s expressions, then crossed his legs. With a smile, he said, “It shouldn’t be that surprising, right?”

[1] uses the phrase ‘unknown to god and ghosts’, meaning complete secrecy