Chapter 76

The martial arts master of the Iron Fists, the bearded old man, hurriedly ran to Chen Jian's side to check on his beloved disciple. Finding that there was nothing serious, he finally relaxed.

However, he had no idea that due to Wei He's interruption just now, his disciple had lost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a significant breakthrough. Once the momentum was lost, it would be much harder to achieve the breakthrough later.

Since his beloved disciple was fine, he didn't bother with unnecessary words. He immediately picked up Chen Jian with one hand and turned to leave.

Since the situation had already become tense, staying would only make things more awkward.

He had rushed over, worried that Chen Jian's rash temper would cause trouble. Now that his purpose was achieved, and it was clear that his side was in the wrong, it was best to leave quickly.

Wei He watched as the Iron Fists left, then waited for Master Zheng to calm down, nodding and smiling at him.

Relieved, he didn't waste any time and walked to the center of the arena.

"I am Wei He, and I thank all of you for coming to support me. There was a small misunderstanding just now, but fortunately, it has been resolved."

"Any of you who wish to challenge me, please do so."

His words echoed slowly.

But at that moment, everyone understood that Wei He was not as gentle as he appeared. He could send Chen Jian flying over ten meters with a single finger, leaving him speechless after hitting the wall.

This level of strength was something that most of the inner courtyard disciples present could not match.

Initially, the martial arts academy students had looked down on the Return Mountain Fist due to Chen Jian's actions, but now, with Wei He's appearance, the image of the Return Mountain Fist was quickly restored.

Just one finger was enough to defeat the once arrogant Chen Jian.

This kind of intimidation, combined with the powerful aura flowing from Wei He's body, instantly gave everyone a sense of overwhelming pressure.

But while most people didn't dare to move, not everyone was intimidated.

Zhou Jihan calmed down from the shock, closed his eyes, and repeatedly recalled the scene that had just unfolded.

Wei He's finger moved as fast as lightning, striking Chen Jian's chest with pinpoint accuracy.

The speed, power, and decisiveness were on a completely different level from the other Return Mountain Fist disciples.

Like Chen Jian, Zhou Jihan desperately needed a breakthrough. He had already comprehended the fundamental diagram, but the Flying Bear Saber required a much higher level of qi and blood than other martial arts academies.

So even though he had comprehended the fundamental diagram, he was still just a step away from breaking through.

He believed that in the entire Feiyecheng, he was the closest to achieving the third level of qi and blood.

Therefore, he had come to truly engage with a newly broken-through third-level qi and blood expert, hoping to gain insight from the opponent.

Long-established third-level qi and blood experts had already settled their qi and blood, having completed the transformation of their bodies.

Only those who had just broken through could clearly demonstrate the subtle differences and changes between the second and third levels of qi and blood.

How the second level of qi and blood transitions to the third level. This was what Zhou Jihan was seeking.

He no longer hesitated and stepped forward.

"I am Zhou Jihan of the Flying Bear Saber. I wish to learn from Brother Wei."

"I am Hu Zheng'an of the Leopard Fist. I wish to learn from Brother Wei."

"I am He Hong of the Through-Back Fist. I request Brother Wei's guidance."

Almost simultaneously, Zhou Jihan's two good friends also stepped forward fearlessly, speaking loudly.

Their eyes showed no fear from the previous scene, but rather more anticipation.

"Alright."

Wei He casually took off his outer jacket, leaving only the tight-fitting undershirt.

He crossed his arms, raised them, and placed them in front of him.

When facing a weaker opponent, one should use unconventional methods to win. But when facing a stronger opponent, one should use a straightforward and powerful approach to overwhelm them.

To make them panic, to make them fear, to make them tremble.

To leave a shadow in their hearts, making them forever fearful.

This was the key to truly defeating someone.

Wei He took a deep breath. The first opponent, Hu Zheng'an of the Leopard Fist, had already rushed forward, his hand transformed into a claw, his body in a bow stance, like a hunting leopard pouncing at his throat.

Wei He's muscles rapidly swelled, veins bulging on his skin, and he struck with a single finger.

The Return Mountain Fist, striking from behind, hit Hu Zheng'an's Leopard Fist.

A dull thud echoed, and Hu Zheng'an, like a kite in the wind, was thrown back, landing far away, unable to move.

His face changed drastically, trying to get up, but his body was numb, and he couldn't stand.

The second opponent, He Hong, was already there.

His arms extended, like an ape, striking from a distance. His techniques were continuous, his strength and speed impeccable, clearly a high-level boxing technique honed through real combat.

This was far superior to Chen Jian.

Wei He quickly blocked with one hand, watching for a bit longer.

After observing all of the Through-Back Fist's techniques, he casually stirred his qi.

"Good."

He Hong's face changed, about to swing his arms again, repeating the previous Splitting Strike.

Unfortunately, his arms ached, and in a flash, he found himself no longer in the same place.

When he came to, his arms were limp, unable to move.

"Your turn, Flying Bear Saber." Wei He turned his gaze to Zhou Jihan.

These few were indeed very strong, surpassing Xiao Ran and Chen Jian. They were worthy of being the geniuses of their respective martial arts academies.

However, they still didn't understand that the difference between the third and second levels of qi and blood was not just in the amount of qi and blood.

Zhou Jihan said nothing, drawing his saber with a metallic clang. The saber light flowed like water, slashing towards Wei He.

This single strike alone demonstrated the meaning of the Flying Bear Saber.

Zhou Jihan's saber glinted brightly, looking like a waterfall from a distance, rolling and surging, with the momentum of a giant bear charging forward.

It seemed that he was not just wielding a saber but a whole blade, making it impossible to discern his attack angle and method.

Wei He was impressed. This move was both offensive and defensive; even a typical underhanded move would be cut back by the saber light.

Truly the strongest technique among all martial arts academies.

If it were any other time, he would have wanted to slowly spar with the opponent.

But now was different.

He said nothing, his right arm rapidly filling with blood, swelling, and growing larger, with five Nine-Dawn Flowers exposed, wriggling like tattoos.

"This is the No-Return Mountain."

Wei He punched, his body's qi and blood surging into his right arm.

The punch turned black, the arm swelled, and the Nine-Dawn Flowers on his skin were as red as blood, fierce and dripping.

Bang!!

Upon contact, the saber light stopped, the blade breaking.

Zhou Jihan's hands split at the tiger's mouth, and he was thrown back, landing heavily on the ground.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a mouthful of blood blocked his words, indicating internal injuries.

"Your strength is not weak, but before you find a better weapon, it's best not to challenge third-level qi and blood experts." Wei He commented, turning to look at the others.

"Anyone else?"

The crowd was silent, no one daring to speak, all fearing being called to the stage.

In a short moment, Wei He had defeated the Iron Fists and the three geniuses from Zhou Jihan's group, demonstrating the power of a third-level qi and blood expert.

Compared to the previous performance of the Return Mountain Fist's inner courtyard disciples, everyone had a new understanding of the enhancement brought by the third level of qi and blood.

Wei He actually didn't care much about this gathering, which was essentially a bullying of the young.

Having crossed into a new level, he was no longer the same as these second-level qi and blood children.

"Alright, since no one else wants to challenge, let's end it here for today." Jiang Su stepped forward to ease the tension.

At this moment, the Return Mountain Fist's disciples felt a great release of pent-up frustration.

In a short time, all the inner courtyard disciples had been easily defeated.

Then, Wei He easily defeated the previously arrogant opponents.

Only now did everyone clearly see the gap between Wei He and the inner courtyard disciples.

If it weren't for Zheng Lao and the other martial arts academies present, they might have already started cheering loudly.

Zhao Hong, Zhang Lu, and Jiang Yan, who had been silent, now said nothing.

Previously, they had only seen Wei He and Master Zheng's match, feeling he was strong but not knowing how strong.

This time, they were easily defeated, and their opponents were then easily defeated by Wei He.

This direct comparison made them truly realize the gap between them and Wei He.

The once unremarkable Wei He, who was always silent and didn't like to talk, now stood silently, giving off a strong sense of pressure.

No one else stepped forward to challenge, and Wei He quickly reined in his qi and blood, sitting beside Master Zheng.

The atmosphere gradually eased, and the disciples of the other martial arts academies began to step forward to spar with the other Return Mountain Fist disciples.

Zhao Hong, no longer restrained, occasionally stepped forward to spar.

With each move, everyone felt that the overall strength of the Return Mountain Fist was far behind Wei He.

Zhao Hong and the others were only slightly stronger than the inner courtyard disciples of the Bat Fist and the Whirlwind Leg.

The rest were not even comparable. Saying they were average was already flattering themselves.

After Zhou Jihan and his group stepped down, the atmosphere eased, and everything returned to normal.

Wei He briefly appeared again, offering a cup of tea to the crowd, using tea as a substitute for alcohol, and said a few words of thanks before leaving.

Having just injured someone, staying would only make the atmosphere more awkward.

So Wei He left with his sister Wei Ying, leaving the rest to his fellow disciples.

The two walked along the river on their way back.

Wei Ying was still in shock, not fully recovered from the scene of her little brother's powerful display.

She had been at home and hadn't heard much about her brother's progress, and Wei He's breakthrough was too fast.

Except when buying groceries, she hadn't noticed the increasingly respectful attitude of her fellow disciples towards her.

Until just now, when she saw the tall, strong figure in the inner courtyard easily defeating several opponents, like eating and drinking.

Only then did she realize.

Her little brother had finally made a significant leap, completely transforming and advancing to a new level.

"Xiao He... you..." Wei Ying hesitated, looking at Wei He walking slowly ahead.

"What?"

"...You... are getting stronger..." Wei Ying's face was complex, "If Dad, Mom, and Big Sister knew about your achievements today, they would be so excited they couldn't speak."