The Strongest Sect of All Times

Vast Spirit Gate’s martial arts field was massive, but the Vast Spirit Gate disciples and the various experts almost encircled the entire thing. 

80% of the people were closer to Qin Haoran. 

20% of the people were closer to Jun Changxiao. 

Just based on how the people were gathered, many martial artists believed that Vast Spirit Gate was stronger. 

Jun Changxiao said, “Alliance Chief Qin, send the disciples onstage.”

Qin Haoran indifferently responded, “Since Sect Head Jun has come from afar, this Qin will not be perfunctory. My direct disciples will go onstage.”

He raised a hand. 

A direct disciple standing at the front named Sun Ye walked onto the martial arts stage. 

“Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice?”

Jun Changxiao thought for a moment, then said, “Little Fei, go on stage.”

“Yes!”

Li Fei scuffed the floor with his right foot, then clenched a fist and moved towards the martial arts stage in strides. 

He looked very relaxed, but he was actually flustered. 

This would be his first time representing the Ironbone Sect in any capacity, but he was the first up so the pressure was definitely on. 

Jun Changxiao was behind him, encouraging, “Do not be anxious, do not have stage fright. Just take out the strength you use when you play soccer in the sect and you will be alright.”

“Mhm.”

Li Fei took a deep breath, his eyes twinkling with determination. 

Then, he stood about five meters before Sun Ye, who was at least a head taller and 20 years of age — regardless of height or physique, there was a big disparity!

“Vast Spirit Gate’s direct disciple, he’s gone through many training exercises. The Ironbone Sect made such a little guy with fair skin go on stage, it seems a bit dangerous.”

“Sect Head Jun should just directly send Li Qingyang on stage, using the strongest against the weakest. Then he can toss two rounds, using the weakest against Vast Spirit Gate’s weakest.”

“Forget it. Vast Spirit Gate has three Ninth Stage Martial Apprentices, three high-grade spirit roots disciples. If the Ironbone Sect sent Li Qingyang on stage early, they might only be able to win one round.”

“You say that like you think the Ironbone Sect can win twice.”

The various martial artists quietly discussed. 

The more than 50 Alliance experts sneered. 

In their opinion, the moment Jun Changxiao stepped into the Vast Spirit Gate, regardless of how he arranged the disciples, the result was unchangeable — there could only be defeat. 

Not sending Li Qingyang on stage first? Just wait to lose so bad even your head’s shaved clean!

…

“Vast Spirit Gate, Sun Ye.”

“Ironbone Sect, Li Fei.”

After the two people stated their sects and names, Sun Ye clenched a fist. He grit out, “Boy, you shamed Gate Leader a moment ago. I will make your defeat painful.”

“Oh.”

Li Fei made a sound of response. 

A Vast Spirit Gate acted as the referee and called out, “Begin!” 

The moment he finished speaking, the robust Sun Ye strode forward, one arm was swung forward, obviously planning to choke hold Li Fei. 

With a tap of his toe, Li Fei avoided the attack. He circled behind Sun Ye, displaying Rupturing Fist, cleanly and agiley hitting the opponent in the lower back. 

Pah!

Sun Ye responded quickly, turning around with a palm raised. He caught Li Fei’s fist, gripping it tightly, like he wanted to crush it. 

“That Vast Spirit Gate disciple looks like he has a very strong body. The Ironbone Sect’s disciple has his entire fist covered, so it will definitely be difficult to withdraw. Since he can only passively defend, the first round is over,” one expert commented. 

However, while Sun Ye’s five fingers were still wrapped around Li Fei’s fist, there was no sound of bones crushing. 

This…

The audience was stunned. 

The Vast Spirit Gate disciple was in the Eighth Stage of Martial Apprentice. His hand strength was at least 12,000 jin, which should have been enough to easily break bones. 

Li Fei asked, “Just this much strength?”

This guy… was smiling?

Many experts instantly deduced that this Ironbone Sect disciple’s physical body was definitely extremely strong, otherwise it would be difficult to be so confident!

“Hateful!”

Sun Ye poured more spirit power into his hand as his anger soared, the strength of his grip erupting to the pinnacle. But his hand was actually trembling, as it felt like he was grabbing an iron lump!

Shua!

Li Fei jumped, his right foot sweeping upwards. 

With a Happy Football under his feet, he had kicked Ye Xingchen innumerable times, even hitting Jun Changxiao multiple times — he had a golden right foot!

Bang!

Pouring spirit power into his right foot, his physical strength erupted. His foot fell with incomparable power on Sun Ye’s body. Moreover… it wasn’t only one kick!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After Li Fei jumped, he used his downwards momentum to crazily stomp five times. Each kick carried over 15,000 jin. 

On his last kick, the tip of his toe slammed into Sun Ye’s temple. The destructive power of his kicks made Sun Ye’s grip loosen, the boy stumbling backwards in dizziness. 

“Good opportunity!” Jun Changxiao said. 

Shaken off, Li Fei fell to the ground. He landed in a crouch, then ran forward, shouting, “Ironbone Shadowless Kick!”

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

Sun Ye continued to back up, footprints appearing on his chest.

Finally, he had retreated to the edge of the stage. At that moment, he fell backwards, blood splattering 3 chi in the process!

Bang!

That muscular Vast Spirit Gate direct disciple fell to the floor, his entire body outside of the martial arts stage. 

Clear defeat!

Shua!

Li Fei somersaulted backwards. After landing on the ground, he exhibited the Swallow Stance and said, “You let me win.” [1]

“Good!”

Su Xiaomo excitedly yelled. 

Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji grinned. 

“Direct disciple? Really trash,” Ye Xingchen muttered in contempt. 

The various experts stared wide-eyed. 

Li Fei, whose fist had been trapped, had unexpectedly turned the tide, trampling Sun Ye until he was coughing up blood — simply unbelievable!

Based on his aura, the guy was but a Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice. Why was his kick over 15,000 jin?

It wasn’t to say that a Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice could not have such strength, but that they usually needed to use a high-tiered martial skill. 

That Ironbone Sect disciple?

He had used a fist art in the beginning, but since leaping into the air, he had not used another skill. 

Also, Ironbone Shadowless Kick. 

What martial skill was that? What was the quality? How come they hadn’t heard of it before?

It wasn’t a martial skill, so there was also no quality. Jun Changxiao had come up with the name based on Wong Feihung and given it to Li Fei. [2]

It was just the name that was intimidating. The move depended entirely on the physical body to form a dense number of attacks, so it was far from a martial skill. 

But the audience did not know that. They guessed that since the Ironbone Shadowless Kick had ‘Ironbone’ in its name, perhaps it was a skill special to the Ironbone Sect?

Alliance Chief Qin’s expression had reached new depths of gloominess. 

His disciple had been defeated, to a Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice no less, which he found hard to accept!

Similarly upset were the experts of the Hundred Sects Alliance. After all, they were here to watch the Ironbone Sect be humiliated — the difference between thoughts and reality was great!

Wang Donglin nodded his head and praised, “This child, although he is only at Fifth Stage Martial Apprentice, he can actually erupt with such strength from his legs. A pretty good seedling.”

Ai Shangni whispered in his heart, That Ironbone Sect disciple has definitely taken the Body Reconstructing Pill, otherwise it would be hard for his hand to be fine under the strength of that Vast Spirit Gate disciple.

After taking the first victory, Jun Changxiao humbly spoke towards Qin Haoran, whose expression was still ugly. “Alliance Chief Qin, excuse me, my Ironbone Sect won by luck.”

“Hmph.” 

Qin Haoran coldly snorted, assigning some disciples to carry the fainted Sun Ye off. He indifferently said, “Sect Head Jun, your Ironbone Sect can send a disciple up first for the second round.”

Losing one round didn’t matter. As long as he could win the rest, he could still make this boy clean the stables!

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and considered for a moment. “Tian Qi, go on stage.”

“Yes!”

Tian Qi took a step forward. 

He had participated once in the Great Sect Competition, so his state of mind was more stable than Li Fei’s. 

Qin Haoran did not send an Eighth Stage Martial Apprentice disciple, directly sending out a Ninth Stage Martial Apprentice, set on taking the second round. 

“Alliance Chief Qin isn’t planning on making Eighth Stage Martial Apprentices go on stage.”

“Two Ninth Stage Martial Apprentices, two peak Martial Apprentices, one Martial Masters. It’s just good to fight with the Ironbone Sect’s other five disciples.”

“That disciple named Li Fei’s strength is pretty good, so it ended up being strong against the weak. But how could the Ironbone Sect disciples all be so intimidating?”

Li Fei, who had just returned to his spot behind the sect head, heard some people discussing. He really wanted to loudly tell them: In front of my senior brothers, I am the weakest, I can only depend on my leg strength.

[1] Swallow Stance of Xingyi boxing, ‘Swallow Copies Water’ (燕子抄水)

[2] Wong Feihung was a famous martial artist and revolutionary