Chapter 7

"Are you afraid?"

Looking at Yang Haotian, whose expression had slightly changed, Chu Ziyun pressed on relentlessly.

"Fine, I'll add the top-tier human-level boxing technique, *Storm Fist*, and five bottles of *Qi Gathering Pills*!"

Yang Haotian sneered coldly, casually took out a booklet and threw it on the ground, but only took out two bottles of *Qi Gathering Pills*.

Seeing this, Lu Hongyang and the other four hesitated for a moment before contributing three bottles, placing them together.

"I will fight you, and as for the other participants, you can discuss it among yourselves, Junior Brother Lu!"

Yang Haotian did not hesitate. Although he was arrogant, he was clearly not stupid.

Lu Hongyang and the others must have had some confidence to challenge Pang Wenshan, but since he always looked down on others, he was not very familiar with their strength, so he let them decide.

However, he had more thoughts after seeing the Lu brothers.

"Hehe, since Senior Brother Yang has spoken, we will have me and the two Lu brothers fight!"

Lu Hongyang smiled sinisterly, as if the items on the ground were already in his pocket.

"Two against one? You have the nerve to say that?"

The disciples from the South Courtyard immediately showed their dissatisfaction, seeing through their intentions.

"They are twin brothers and always act together. If you are unwilling, you can directly admit defeat!"

Yang Haotian glanced at everyone with disdain, not giving them a chance to argue.

In his view, except for Chu Ziyun, the rest were mere chickens and dogs. Even Pang Wenshan was only strong because of his long cultivation time.

"Why not? We agree. I will fight with Senior Brother Pang, and... that guy over there, why isn't he coming out?"

Chu Ziyun raised her eyebrows, not backing down, but when she mentioned the third person, a faint blush appeared on her face again, and she turned her head to call out in the distance.

Fortunately, it was hot, and everyone was in the middle of an argument, so they did not think much of it.

But when they looked in that direction, they were somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Chu Ziyun did not let the other two Sixth Layer disciples fight.

Besides, all the people who should be here have already arrived!

As for Yang Haotian and the other four, their brows furrowed slightly, feeling a bit uneasy, fearing that the South Courtyard's top figures might appear.

"Have... have you met, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters!"

A figure in a hemp robe, seemingly unwilling, moved out from behind a large rock, scratching his head shyly under everyone's gaze. It was undoubtedly Li Chen.

"Isn't... isn't he your servant?"

Zhao Shanshan, somewhat dazed, pointed at Li Chen, her hand loosening subconsciously, speaking to Li Yuerong, who was also stunned.

The injured Liu Ziqing, who was enjoying the comfort of a beauty, suddenly fell to the ground, crying out in pain, almost fainting again, causing everyone to scramble to help him up.

"Senior Sister Chu, he..."

As Li Chen approached, Li Yuerong was about to speak but was stopped by Chu Ziyun's wave of her hand.

Along with Chen Songtai and Liu Chengfeng, who almost cried out, they both covered their mouths, their eyes narrowing, tears sliding down, as they had bitten their tongues unexpectedly.

"Little Sister Chu, the top disciple of the South Courtyard, can't you see this?"

Yang Haotian sneered, and Lu Hongyang and the other four laughed wildly, clearly believing that Chu Ziyun's side would surely lose.

Li Chen's attire was that of a registered disciple, and he was a servant by origin. If he could win against the elite disciples of the East Courtyard, it would mean that years of cultivation had been wasted.

Pang Wenshan's brows furrowed, but seeing Chu Ziyun's calm and composed demeanor, he did not stop her. Instead, a sinister smile appeared on his face as he looked at the Lu brothers.

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

Chu Ziyun's cold words left Li Chen, who was about to refuse, speechless.

The other two Sixth Layer disciples, who were about to step forward, hesitated and reluctantly stepped back.

Although Chu Ziyun was young and a woman, her authority as the top disciple of the outer sect was unchallenged.

"Fight!"

Yang Haotian reined in his laughter, his expression solemn. Despite his extreme confidence, he did not dare to be careless facing the top disciple of the West Courtyard, who was rumored to be on par with him.

The items were gathered in a pile, and the venue was cleared. The participants from both sides chose their directions, leaping several dozen feet away, forming three circles, each focusing on their opponent.

Chu Ziyun's clothes fluttered, like an ice fairy. Opposite her, Yang Haotian stood gracefully, as if a celestial being had descended. Both were top figures among the young generation, each with their unique aura.

The Lu brothers, having taken their stances, drew their swords, forming a strange posture, surrounding Pang Wenshan, who held an iron staff and had a sinister smile on his face.

Lu Hongyang looked at Li Chen sinisterly, not even drawing the twin swords at his waist, standing there casually.

"Senior Brother, show mercy!"

Li Chen looked uneasy, his face showing distress, constantly scratching his head while moving forward slightly, as if begging for mercy. After years of being beaten, he had become extremely skilled at feigning stupidity.

In his heart, he was cursing wildly. The little vixen was vicious, knowing that he 'had no inner qi' but still made him fight, clearly trying to坑him. It wasn't his fault he saw her undergarments; she had run up there herself.

"Hehe, kneel down, and I'll spare you today. Otherwise, I'll break a few of your bones!"

Lu Hongyang licked his lips, enjoying Li Chen's unease. In his view, this fight had no suspense.

"R... really?"

Li Chen's eyes lit up, taking a few steps forward, his legs bending involuntarily, his neck shrinking, his lowered hair hiding the cold gleam in his eyes.

The other party's words had already touched his底线. Since the day he condensed his inner qi, Li Chen had secretly vowed never to kneel to anyone except his parents and family.

"Ha ha ha, East Courtyard disciples, once we speak, we... what?"

Lu Hongyang laughed wildly, but suddenly his vision blurred, a gust of wind passed, and a sharp pain hit his abdomen, causing him to bend over involuntarily.

Bending over, he saw, through his disheveled hair, a pair of eyes as bright as stars, from which a cold gleam shot out, followed by an enlarging knee.

"Playing the fool to catch the tiger!"

This thought flashed through his mind as the pain intensified, and his vision went black, losing consciousness.

Peng! Peng!

Two dull thuds immediately drew the attention of those who had not yet started fighting or were watching the other two battles. Everyone's mouths dropped open, and they were momentarily petrified.

They saw the 'servant' who was sure to lose, leap up, knees bent, and press down hard on Lu Hongyang's shoulders, who was falling like a leaf.

Boom!

The two landed instantly, causing the grass and dirt to fly, mixed with the sound of bones breaking.

"Impossible? He... clearly can't condense inner qi?"

Li Yuerong's mind was in turmoil, staring blankly at Li Chen, who was standing up with a shy expression, a few weeds scattered on his body.

"Senior Brother Lu made me do it!"

When everything settled, Li Chen scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Peng!

Liu Ziqing, already weak, was stunned by this statement, his body swaying, and he fell to the ground, gritting his teeth, almost fainting.

"Senior Brother Lu!"

Hearing Liu Ziqing's groan, the East Courtyard's Yang Binglong, who was carrying a spear, finally came to his senses, drawing his spear with one hand, his eyes filled with a fierce light.

"Do East Courtyard disciples not know how to accept defeat? Truly, seeing is believing!"

Chu Ziyun's clear and cold voice rang out, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Li Chen and landing on Yang Binglong.

"Humph!"

Yang Binglong felt a chill, suppressing his anger, and carried Lu Hongyang to the side to check his injuries.