Chapter 8

The Divine Martial Gate’s martial arts arena.

In such a large sect, there are always some irresolvable disputes. The Divine Martial Gate does not allow disciples to kill each other, so the arena for sparring was created. Furthermore, the Divine Martial Gate conducts monthly and semi-annual competitions, so the disciples sparring in the arena have been continuous.

Regardless of the matter, especially private feuds, they are strictly prohibited, and violators will face severe punishment.

Generally, unresolved matters are usually settled on the arena.

The winner is the king, and the outcome on the arena determines the resolution of the matter below, which has always been popular among the disciples.

Similarly, the arena, besides resolving disputes, also serves as a place for disciples to spar. As long as there is no killing on the arena, the higher-ups of the Divine Martial Gate generally do not intervene.

In the words of the higher-ups of the Divine Martial Gate, disciples who do not spar and fight are like tigers without claws and fangs. Without growing through battles, they will never become strong.

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Today, the majority of the disciples in the Divine Martial Gate’s martial arts arena are from the outer sect.

The inner sect disciples are out training and undergoing various trials. The outer sect disciples’ sparring is not something the inner sect disciples look up to; their goals are aimed at higher realms, and they have no time to waste on this.

"Truly worthy of our Senior Brother Gao, his divine power is astonishing, indeed formidable, to be able to fight Senior Brother Zhang to a draw!"

"Damn, you don't understand, do you? How could Senior Brother Gao be a match for Senior Brother Zhang? In terms of realm, Senior Brother Gao has been at the Fourth Level of Martial Dao for over a year, and his control over mystic energy is far superior to when he first entered the Fourth Level of Martial Dao."

"What Senior Brother said is absolutely correct. It is said that our Senior Brother Zhang recently cultivated a lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique. Once he revealed his trump card, Senior Brother Gao had no choice but to lose!"

...

The outer sect disciples gathered in groups, discussing the situation on the arena from time to time, showing off their knowledge.

On the arena, figures moved back and forth, the sounds of clashes echoing continuously.

"Bang!"

The two opponents clashed, then quickly separated, maintaining a distance.

"Junior Brother Gao, if this is all you've got, you will regret it if you want to defeat me. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can let you off without a second word," Zhang Chongshan, who looked refined and elegant, wearing a white robe, said confidently to the person opposite him.

Gao Ren frowned, appearing rough but meticulous, and coldly snorted, "Hmph, bring out all your skills. I, Gao Ren, have never been afraid of anything. We are both at the Fourth Level of Martial Dao; why would I be afraid of you?"

Zhang Chongshan laughed in anger, "Good, very good. Junior Brother Gao is stubborn and inflexible. I have just learned a new boxing technique. Please bear with me if I lose control."

His words seemed light, but they carried deep meaning.

Many of the outer sect disciples below the arena couldn't help but curse him for being shameless.

What seemed to be a simple sparring match actually involved the battle between the poor and the noble families.

Among the outer sect disciples, the poor and the noble families were two opposing factions, always in conflict.

The poor faction naturally hoped that Senior Brother Gao would win, to boost their morale. Upon hearing this, they secretly cursed Zhang Chongshan for being shameless, bullying the weak.

Senior Brother Gao, having advanced to the Fourth Level of Martial Dao, could at most learn second or third-rate mystic techniques. A lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique, even at the lowest level, still costs several thousand silver taels, far beyond what the poor disciples could afford.

This was the gap between the poor and the noble families.

Using a lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique to defeat someone who hasn't learned a Yellow Rank mystic technique is simply an unfair victory.

On the Xuan Tian continent, a mystic technique of a certain rank can often make one a formidable expert.

Without a Yellow Rank technique, Senior Brother Gao was at a disadvantage in terms of martial arts, making it impossible for him to defeat the opponent, which was the reason for the crowd's anger.

...

"A bunch of self-righteous poor, the power of noble families is beyond your imagination. It's just right to use you to establish my authority today. You should blame yourself for standing up for that waste of a person, Lin Fei!"

Zhang Chongshan sneered inwardly. As for being shameless, it didn't matter; the winner is the king, and everything is decided by the winner.

"Jade Shattering Hand!"

A lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique.

Zhang Chongshan extended his left hand, and his originally pale palm instantly turned a greenish color, like the eerie green seen at night, exuding a dangerous aura.

Even before he attacked, the dangerous aura spread around the arena, making people feel fear and hesitation.

Even a lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique is not something a second or third-rate mystic technique can resist. The difference in rank cannot be ignored.

The crowd's expressions changed, as if they were on the arena. A lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique was far beyond their ability to resist.

Gao Ren's face was grave. He believed in his innate divine power, but against a lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique, he had no confidence. He gritted his teeth and decided to take the initiative.

"Roaring Tiger Descends the Mountain"

The Roaring Tiger Fist, a first-rate mystic technique, is known for its ferocity. Combined with his innate divine power, it would be exceptionally terrifying, surpassing ordinary disciples of the same level.

"Hmph, just a first-rate mystic technique. It's nothing against my Jade Shattering Hand!"

The gap between a lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique and a first-rate mystic technique is not something ordinary people can make up. Rank is not given for nothing.

The crowd below only saw a green handprint, like a force of nature, breaking through the ferocious Roaring Tiger Fist and landing a palm on Senior Brother Gao's chest. A muffled groan echoed in the air, and a figure flew backward like a broken kite.

A lower-grade Yellow Rank mystic technique, a single move to victory!

...

Lin Fei's mystic energy was abundant, and he was faster than Zhao Hu.

"Gao Ren!"

Just arriving at the Divine Martial Gate’s martial arts arena, Lin Fei saw Gao Ren being thrown out with a single move, not knowing if he was alive or dead. He instantly moved, rushing to Gao Ren and catching him. The strong impact still made Lin Fei take a few steps back before he could steady himself.

"Gao Ren, how are you? Are your injuries severe?"

Gao Ren勉强 opened his eyes and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, "Lin Fei... why did you come... go back... you are no match for him... don't... go up..."

A single move of the Jade Shattering Hand, even though Gao Ren had anticipated it, the power of the fist technique was still unexpectedly strong. He couldn't block it, feeling a sense of frustration. Seeing Lin Fei appear, he became anxious, fearing that the impulsive Lin Fei would go up again.

"Don't talk, rest and recover."

Lin Fei placed Gao Ren down, took a deep breath, and looked up at the white-robed Zhang Chongshan on the arena, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Chongshan, the deepest-seated enemy in his memory.

The originally merged memories caused a brief emotional fluctuation, a deep-seated resentment, showing how deep the hatred for Zhang Chongshan was in the previous "Lin Fei's" memory.

"Regardless of past or present, I am now Lin Fei. Your enemies are my enemies, and your women are my women. The things you couldn't accomplish in your memory, I will accomplish them all starting today, and it will all begin with Zhang Chongshan."

A flash of determination appeared in Lin Fei's eyes. He took a deep breath, and his demeanor changed completely.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I, Lin Fei, challenge you. Do you dare to accept?"