Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Sweep

In a corner of the martial arts hall, a place of merely over a hundred square meters, stood seventy or eighty people. Most of them were disciples of the Mountain Gate, while the rest were their mentors.

He the Sixth and Monk Puji sat smilingly in one corner, surrounded by five or six elderly individuals, who, despite appearing older than the two, still carried themselves with the respect due to juniors.

They belonged to different sects and different inheritances, within the same generation; however, the cultivation levels of people in the same generation differ, naturally leading to different statuses. A Great Realm is a level that is difficult to transcend.

“These are the children of the Three Saints Palace; they have some courage. They did not become discouraged due to the previous failure. With such indomitable spirit, they will surely grow.”

He the Sixth remarked with a smile, these elders didn’t care about how the cultivation levels of their juniors were. Having lived for so many years, what mattered most to them was the mental disposition.

The True Immortal First Realm mentor of the Three Saints Palace responded, “It was the previous trials that allowed these children to grow. If they had gained nothing, then they would truly be disappointing.”

Nevertheless, the disciples selected by the Mountain Gate are all outstanding and clever, far superior to ordinary people, with strong adaptability.

The True Immortals of Upper Saint Palace, Immortal Master Mansion, Eight Dragon Temple, and Zhenji Mountain also nodded, agreeing to take these disciples to a desolate overseas island where boys and girls battled fierce beasts, relying on their own abilities for survival.

With a wave of his hand, He the Sixth cast magic to isolate the hundred-square-meter venue from the outside world, turning it into an independent area where people in the martial arts hall could no longer see the situation inside.

Puji extended his palm, unleashing the Divine Techniques of the Palm Buddha Country, instantly expanding the space from a hundred square meters to ten acres, making it extraordinarily spacious.

Thus, this challenge could smoothly proceed.

Zheng Guangzu stepped forward, full of vigor and brimming with confidence, waiting to redeem his previous humiliation.

He locked eyes with Wang Xuan, who stood composedly in the center, recalling the last time Wang Xuan defeated him and his brothers with a sweeping momentum; back then, his naivety cost him dearly, things were different now.

A sense of caution arose in Zheng Guangzu’s heart; he knew Wang Xuan was formidable, not someone easy to deal with, so he kept observing, hoping to find the flaws and weaknesses of his opponent.

At this moment, He the Sixth spoke up, “This time, we old bones have asked Little Wang to go up and accept your challenge. We want you to know the saying ’there is always someone better than you out there,’ and to enter the Eight-armed Celestial King Realm with caution.

Mountain Gate disciples are not necessarily stronger than others just because of their good background; many who are contemptuous end up dying at the hands of others.

Like Wang Xuan, who is just a loose cultivator, crawling among the Hunting Team for years, fighting fiercely with people and beasts in the wild, witnessing countless vicious and ruthless schemes, encountering perilous situations.

You can now witness someone like this loose cultivator.

Because of Wang Xuan, starting today, you will understand this principle: a loose cultivator is not necessarily inferior to Mountain Gate disciples; sometimes, they are even more outstanding. To go further, it’s not just about your background but your strive and strength!

Your background is merely a good foundation, a high starting point. If you fail to seize it, you will only be surpassed and eventually blend into the crowd! Keep this principle in mind!

Well then, you can start.”

Some disciples were moved by He the Sixth’s words, while others were indifferent, thinking this elder was too nagging.

Such grand principles, who can’t express them, who doesn’t understand them?

With an order, Zheng Guangzu moved, his feet like a bomb exploding, a massive thrusting force propelled him rapidly towards Wang Xuan, his almost Perfect Realm-level Lightweight Technique was impressive.

A residual shadow appeared behind him, and in a split second, he arrived in front of Wang Xuan, his arm like a machete descending directly, while the other hand formed a fist and struck.

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows; this time, Zheng Guangzu’s attack was decisive, no hesitation like before, and it was swift, like someone who had seen blood.

This performance was better than last time; he was already considered a competent warrior.

Unfortunately, Zheng Guangzu’s actions did not escape his eyes; every technique was clear and distinct, the so-called swift was slow in his view.

His soul, after cultivating the Heart Spirit Demon Scripture, was exceptionally powerful, and his Mental Power far outmatched these Mountain Gate disciples.

Aiming at the weakness in Zheng Guangzu’s technique, Wang Xuan moved suddenly, compressing the air, the whistling sound accompanied his move.

“Bang!”

Some Mountain Gate disciples didn’t even see when Wang Xuan made his move, and they just saw Zheng Guangzu flying out, defeated in one move.

Clean and tidy, with just one move, Wang Xuan had again defeated the returning-from-trials Zheng Guangzu.

Zheng Guangzu, turning into a parabolic trajectory, adjusted his posture mid-air, landing steadily, without looking too embarrassed.

Only his chest ached faintly, as Wang Xuan had directly cut through his midline before, dodging his fist and palm’s offense, striking swift enough that he couldn’t even defend before being knocked out.

His inability to keep up with Wang Xuan’s reactions highlighted the disparity between the two.

“Next.” After one move, Wang Xuan stood serenely in place.

It seemed as though the one defeated just now was not a Mountain Gate disciple at the Blood Exchange Realm but just a passing bystander.

In fact, this Zheng Guangzu was indeed not much of a match for him. Their previous interaction had Wang Xuan holding back considerably, not fully displaying his power.

Now his five senses were sharp, even transcending beyond Blood Exchange cultivators, easily discerning the opponent’s movements, intentions, and the flaws within techniques.

The superiority at the level of soul and spirit made it seem like a soul of an Innate Cultivator was residing within his body, easily overcoming Blood Exchange level cultivators using only Blood Exchange level power.

“Who’s next?”

Among the sixty-plus Mountain Gate disciples, fifty were from Immortal Martial Mountain; they were third-generation disciples, those with True Inheritance or Elder disciples had the chance to secure one of the hundred spots to enter the Otherworld first.

Elder He belonged to the second generation; amongst Immortal Martial Mountain’s seventy or eighty second-generation members, he was one of the most exceptional. The second generation passing onto the third, branching into six to seven hundred third-generation disciples, a considerable number, dozens reaching the Body Refining Seventh Realm were not unusual.

It was completely impossible for these disciples not to be outstanding, but knowing oneself and the enemy leads to a hundred victories, their lack of understanding of Wang Xuan naturally would prevent them from rushing up.

“I’ll go.” Chen Hong from the Eight Dragon Temple stepped forward.

Like an iron giant, Chen Hong stood two meters tall, his body muscles entirely unfittable within a robe, his physique extremely robust, his skin glowed with golden light. As he circulated his energy, piece after piece of Dragon Scales emerged, neatly clinging to his skin.

The mystery of the Dragon Body had begun to reveal itself on him.

The core technique of the Eight Dragon Temple’s Body Refining Realm could develop a dragon body; clearly, Chen Hong’s cultivation was successful—his flesh, muscles, skin, bones, organs, and marrow blood had all transformed.

His vital energy was like a furnace spewing flames, Chen Hong possessed immense strength, naturally his defense was not to be underestimated, resembling a young dragon.

His voice thunderous, he spoke, “Zheng Guangzu lost to you because he’s only in the early Blood Exchange stage, his body hasn’t fully undergone transformation, hence not a strong one in the Blood Exchange Realm.

I’ve reached the Blood Exchange Realm Peak, truly the Body Refining Seventh Realm Peak. To truly prove your superiority over Mountain Gate disciples, you must defeat me first.”

Wang Xuan looked eager; evidently, Chen Hong was a good tank, his defense and strength were top-notch in the same realm, but his combat power was yet to be seen.

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