Thud.
As Qin Jun's head hit the ground, a wave of cries filled the arena.
Some were shocked, some excited, and some filled with sorrow.
"Good!" Crimson Cloud Old Fiend roared, standing up from his chair and applauding vigorously.
He wore a faint smile, as if mocking Huà Yún's overestimation of his own abilities.
Huà Yún's expression turned ashen, the muscles around his eyes twitching uncontrollably. He was speechless.
He had to re-examine Zhu Xian on the stage.
This kid seemed to have obtained an incredible opportunity; he was worlds apart from his previous self.
Someone like this scoundrel, who was ruthless and cruel, you never knew what he might be thinking.
He had to be stifled in the cradle, otherwise, if he grew up in the future, great trouble would arise!
Glancing sideways at the Crimson Cloud Old Fiend who was mocking him, Huà Yún felt disdain in his heart.
It was just the death of Qin Jun; it didn't matter. He still had backup plans.
"This Zhu Xian, at the same cultivation level, to kill Qin Jun with one punch, his strength far surpasses that of his peers. It's a shame he's not my disciple; otherwise, if he practiced cultivation techniques focused on strength, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort," Old Demon Qingyun lamented.
This challenge had ended, and the onlookers who had been discussing finally reacted, their gazes turning to Zhu Xian.
Zhu Xian seemed...
Not to be getting down.
At this moment, Zhu Xian's gaze shifted, landing on Chen Xi.
Wéi Lín, who was following Chen Xi, felt a slight stir in his expression and sneered inwardly, "You don't mean... you're going to challenge me, do you?"
Wéi Lín met Zhu Xian's gaze directly, completely unafraid.
He admitted that Zhu Xian's strength had indeed exceeded his expectations.
But even so, for a mere Body Tempering Seventh Layer cultivator to take him, Wéi Lín, down, was absolutely impossible.
Chen Xi also sensed the abnormality.
She glanced sideways at Wéi Lín, then looked towards Zhu Xian on the stage, and thought to herself, "Zhu Xian, I hope you don't make a foolish decision."
However, as soon as this thought crossed her mind, Chen Xi said inwardly, "I can't believe you really are that foolish!"
On the stage, Zhu Xian raised his hand and pointed, his finger aimed directly at Wéi Lín.
"Wéi Lín, get up here and accept your death!"
Wéi Lín had wanted to teach Zhu Xian a lesson before. This scoundrel had stolen the spotlight from his goddess, Chen Xi, yesterday, and he was already annoyed.
He had been stopped by his master then, but he never expected Zhu Xian to have such audacity!
He actually dared to challenge him?
"Damn it, who do you think I am? You, a mere Body Tempering Seventh Layer, want to mess with me?"
Wéi Lín roared and leaped up, landing on the stage with a thunderous crash.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the arena froze, and the crowd of spectators erupted.
"Is Zhu Xian looking for death? Even if he could kill Qin Jun with ease, his strength could at most contend with someone at the Eighth Layer. He's actually challenging Wéi Lín?"
"Exactly, is he still holding a grudge from Wéi Lín's challenge just now? Elder were helping him back then, otherwise, he would have died long ago."
"He walks the path of damnation, he chooses the door of hell. Arrogant! Conceited!"
Hu Hanqing and Fāng Shuài's faces were grim. They had just been happy for Zhu Xian's stunning debut.
But at this moment, their hearts were a mix of emotions, their feelings like a roller coaster.
They were very worried and could not intervene, so they could only clench their fists and watch.
"My foolish disciple, why are you in such a hurry?" Crimson Cloud Old Fiend's expression turned cold. He slowly sat back on his chair, filled with worry.
On the other hand, Huà Yún Old Fiend wore a smile.
He thought Zhu Xian was just another newcomer, but he didn't expect him to be so impatient, actively challenging Wéi Lín, who was at Body Tempering Ninth Layer?
It seemed he wouldn't need his own disciple to step in. Zhu Xian was just like that, nothing special.
"Zhu Xian!" Wéi Lín, who had ascended the stage, shouted, "On what grounds do you challenge me?"
"I don't like the look of you!"
Zhu Xian's answer was direct and simple.
But this kind of reply greatly annoyed Wéi Lín!
He roared, and without any extra movement, he charged straight at Zhu Xian, launching a preemptive strike.
Wéi Lín was at Body Tempering Ninth Layer. His physical condition had reached the Martial Realm, the peak of physical prowess. Even the Nine Bulls Power couldn't break through it.
His vital energy surged, his muscles bulged, his footwork was incredibly fast, and his arms moved like soaring dragons, accompanied by dragon roars.
This was the Grade Two martial skill he had mastered: Soaring Dragon Fist.
Soaring Dragon Fist is known for its entanglement and deflection techniques. When practiced to great mastery, it can produce dragon roars when throwing punches.
Wéi Lín's punches had reached great mastery!
Seeing the swift offensive of Wéi Lín, Zhu Xian narrowed his eyes, raised his fists, and met the attack. The Slaying Tiger Fist, accompanied by tiger roars, echoed through the heavens.
Although Zhu Xian had the better Mountain Suppressing Fist to use against him, unfortunately, he hadn't mastered Mountain Suppressing Fist yet.
"I'm using a Grade Two martial skill, and you're fighting me with a Grade Four? You look down on me so much, I'll kill you!" Wéi Lín was furious.
Boom!
Instantly, their fists collided.
The air distorted, and fierce winds swept out from both of them, stirring up dust.
Riplings emanated from the gaps between their fists, and they seemed to pause.
"Hmph, nothing special, you're dead!" Zhu Xian sneered.
With this punch, he had only used the Strength of Three Great Whales, yet he could contend with Wéi Lín's Nine Bulls Power.
At this point, the outcome was clear!
"I'll destroy you, you think you can?" Blocked by this strike, Wéi Lín became enraged.
His fists rained down like a storm, and he attacked like a madman, shouting wildly.
His rapid punches rubbed against the surrounding air, accompanied by dragon roars, creating a whistling sound.
Zhu Xian did not retreat either. Disregarding the incoming fists, he also moved his fists rapidly, each punch landing with impact.
Strength of Five Whales!
After taking two heavy punches, the muscles on Zhu Xian's chest caved in slightly.
He suddenly summoned the Strength of Five Whales and unleashed a powerful punch.
Boom!
A loud bang echoed as his fist created a sonic boom in the air. The wind from the punch swept ten meters beyond the stage, leaving a fist-shaped imprint on the ground.
At the same time, Wéi Lín's frenzied roars abruptly ceased.
He stood in front of Zhu Xian, his mouth agape, staggering back several steps, blood splattering from his body.
The spectators were all in a daze, their faces pale with fear, their bodies chilled to the bone.
That Wéi Lín, Body Tempering Ninth Layer, possessing the Grade Two martial skill Soaring Dragon Fist!
His chest now had a fist-sized hole, and his internal organs had turned into a bloody mist, spraying out a considerable distance...
Zhu Xian wasn't satisfied yet. He twitched his lips fiercely.
He suddenly turned and swept a leg, striking Wéi Lín's upper body fiercely.
In that instant, the Strength of Seven Great Whales erupted like a mountain flood.
Boom!
Another deafening sound. Wéi Lín's entire upper body turned into a rain of blood, spraying down and dyeing the ground red.
Of Wéi Lín, only his lower body remained, standing on the stage.
The entire audience fell silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned.
Even the seven Old Fiends on the Elder Council had their eyeballs bulging, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Chen Xi's face turned ashen. Just now she thought Zhu Xian was foolish, but now it seemed she was the foolish one!
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