Six Realms Immortal Emperor

"Brother Sisheng, how were those two punches?" Dongfang Sifeng, having gained the upper hand by striking first, looked at Dongfang Sisheng with a leisurely air.

Dongfang Sisheng had reached the second level of physical cultivation, and his fists were at least 200 jin strong, enough to leave a dent in a tree. But Dongfang Sifeng's fists seemed even harder than his.

"Pah!" Dongfang Sisheng slightly raised his slightly sore and numb arms to prevent him from continuing the attack. In his heart, he was puzzled. This Dongfang Sifeng was only ranked tenth, far behind him. Why had his martial arts improved so rapidly? Today, he was evenly matched with him. Could it be that he had been hiding his strength all along?

"If you step back any further, you'll fall off the stage!" Dongfang Sifeng mocked him.

"Take this!"

Questions remain, but now is not the time for Dongfang Sisheng to delve into the reasons. As expected of the third-ranked expert, he quickly regrouped and launched a counterattack after a brief respite.

"snort!"

Dongfang Sifeng snorted coldly, first bowing slightly and then dodging to the side, before finally kicking out at his arm.

This "Dragon Sweep Kick" is more powerful than the previous moves. Although it is a bit slower, it is much stronger, probably weighing 300 pounds.

With a sharp crack, Dongfang Sisheng's arm, which was facing him, was broken by the kick.

impossible!

Dongfang Sisheng's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arm, he swung his other arm and smashed it down on Dongfang Sifeng's shin with all his might. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; this Dongfang Sifeng, ranked only tenth, could defeat him.

What he couldn't accept even more was that being defeated would mean losing his qualification to join the Brahma Sect! He would fight to the death rather than give up!

"Get off!" Dongfang Sifeng spun around quickly to dodge and kicked him in the arm.

"Ah!" Dongfang Sisheng cried out in pain as he was kicked off the stage!

Everyone was stunned. They never expected that Dongfang Sifeng could defeat Dongfang Sisheng, who was ranked third, and stand on the stage.

All of this happened so suddenly. In just a few rounds, Dongfang Sifeng, who was not favored by everyone, turned out to be a dark horse that had been hiding his true strength.

"Good!" Dongfang Yingyong was the first to cheer. He understood all too well what the honor his son had won meant.

"Nephew Feng, well done!" Dongfang Shanzhan was also overjoyed and praised him, "You have indeed lived up to the expectations of the Dongfang family."

At this moment, Dongfang Sifeng stood in the center of the arena, exuding an air of authority and feeling extremely pleased with himself. He thought to himself, "Luckily, I was prepared in advance. Yesterday, I used many valuable items and begged politely to get a Qi Condensation Pill from Sister Siyu."

However, judging from today's results, the stuff concocted by the immortals is indeed effective. My martial arts skills have improved rapidly, increasing by forty or fifty percent overnight. It's just that I haven't used it long enough to fully utilize its effects. If given more time, I'm afraid defeating Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing would be a piece of cake.

One of the elders looked at Dongfang Sifeng with a delighted expression; that was Dongfang Sifeng's father, Dongfang Yingyong. He had initially thought that Dongfang Sifeng's chances of being selected through the martial arts competition were slim, but now it seemed that there was always a way out.

Dongfang Sifeng also looked at his father, overjoyed.

People are selfish!

Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing are undoubtedly strong enough to be selected. However, it's a bit risky for Dongfang Sifeng to get into the top three. To ensure that the eldest young master of the Dongfang family is selected smoothly, the elders have played a trick and turned a blind eye to Dongfang Sifeng's sneak attack.

If Dongfang Sifeng can defeat Dongfang Sisheng, he can secure third place. The elders certainly know clearly which is closer and which is more distant between the direct and collateral branches.

The patriarch and elders' selfish motives were clear to everyone below the stage; they wanted to keep the wealth within the family. Even a fool could see their favoritism, but no one dared to say anything. After all, they, along with all the disciples who hadn't been selected, would have to live in the Dongfang family for the rest of their lives, still subject to the family's rules and the patriarch's authority.

While everyone was praising Dongfang Sifeng, no one cared whether Dongfang Sisheng lived or died. This is a world where the strong are respected, and the weak are only despised.

"In this round, Dongfang Sifeng defeated Dongfang Sisheng and became the third place!" Dongfang Shanzhan announced with a delighted expression, "If there are no other challengers, the three on the stage will be the Brahma Sect disciples we have selected today."

Everyone has witnessed Dongfang Sifeng's martial arts skills. Anyone whose strength is not as great as Dongfang Sifeng would not dare to step onto the stage to make a fool of themselves, unless they are courting death!

Whether they were the family retainers or the young men from the East, they all remained silent, a stark contrast to the intense scene that had just unfolded.

However, some people are too obsessed with getting into the top three, or more precisely, they are too concerned about being able to enter the Brahma Sect. They would rather be beaten badly than give up the opportunity in front of them.

Among these people is Xu Jingtian.

"Wait! Me too! I want to challenge Dongfang Sifeng!" As soon as the words were spoken, another person appeared on the stage, none other than Xu Jingtian.

At this moment, he stood on the high platform, his clothes tattered, which was extremely incongruous with the festive environment around the platform.

A mere servant dared to challenge Dongfang Sifeng? Was this man courting death? The crowd below the arena erupted in excitement; this was going to be quite a spectacle.

"Xu Jingtian, have you gone mad!" A voice like a chicken being slaughtered rang out from below the stage.

Xu Jingtian smiled bitterly to himself. He could guess without even looking that the voice belonged to Zhao Jingcai.

On the stage, Dongfang Sifeng was delighted to see that it was this foolish young horse herder who could easily knock him down with a single palm strike.

Dongfang Sifeng glanced at his thin frame and laughed mockingly: "You, trash! You arrogant brat, you dare to challenge me, and try to steal my spot in the sect? Get out of here right now!"

Dongfang Sifeng's contemptuous expression enraged Xu Jingtian. He recalled the humiliation he had suffered at Dongfang Sifeng's hands, gritted his teeth, and glared angrily at him.

"Dare or not! You'll only know after you try!" Xu Jingtian said coldly. He stood high on the platform, his back ramrod straight, and he could feel the mocking gazes of the crowd below.

That's how people are; if you're weak, they look down on you; if you're strong, they look up to you with utmost respect. From this day forward, he refused to be bullied again, and thus, he acted completely differently from his usual self.

Zhao Jingcai, sitting in the audience, also felt that he was acting strangely today, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"Stop!" Just as Dongfang Sifeng was about to make a move, the patriarch Dongfang Shanzhan spoke up to stop him.

Just by looking at Xu Jingtian's clothes, Dongfang Shanzhan knew he was the lowest-ranking servant in the manor, thinking he was strong enough to do manual labor. This kid clearly didn't know his place. His opponent was an elite among the Dongfang disciples, currently ranked among the top three in strength. Even a Dongfang disciple would have to think twice before challenging him, let alone a skinny stable boy.

Xu Jingtian knew why Dongfang Shanzhan had stopped him, and bowed to him in gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch, but today I must challenge Dongfang Sifeng!"

"You brat, your courage is commendable, but in the ring, it's all about fists, and there are no fair games. The difference in strength between you two is too great. You've seen the lessons learned before. Young man, I hope you won't be so stubborn!" Dongfang Shanzhan continued to persuade him earnestly.

Dongfang Shanzhan knew a little about this young stable boy, and the reason he had some impression of him was related to Xu Jingtian's background. Xu Jingtian was ranked in the Jing generation in the Dongfang family. He was picked up from outside by the old Xu who passed away a few years ago, and was raised by the old Xu. He could only be a lowly servant like the old Xu.

Old Xu had been a loyal servant in the Dongfang family his whole life. His son's background was also so tragic, which was why Dongfang Shanzhan took pity on him and tried to dissuade him.

"Useless trash! If you don't admit defeat, I'll break your legs today!" Dongfang Sifeng continued to mock, as if bullying Xu Jingtian was a very fun thing.

"Perhaps, I can?" Xu Jingtian said calmly as he stood there.

"Hmph! You dare disobey the patriarch's words. Hmph! Since this is not a sign of respect, then you can just wait to get beaten up!" Dongfang Sifeng had long disliked Xu Jingtian.

How dare a lowly servant challenge him to a duel and speak like that? Is he insulting his dignity? If the head of the family hadn't been there, he would have smashed Xu Jingtian's high nose flat with a single punch.

"Sigh, I can't let it go!" Dongfang Shanzhan sighed inwardly and stepped back. Now that the rules were set, he was the head of the family, and his word was his bond; he couldn't change them arbitrarily.

This unexpected turn of events on stage aroused great anticipation among the spectators, who all focused their attention on the two fighters.

"Please!" Xu Jingtian gestured.

"Xu Jingtian! You've really gone mad! Are you out of your mind?!" Zhao Jingcai's chicken-killing voice rang out again from below the arena.

Xu Jingtian looked at him and gave a wry smile. If he had the chance, he would definitely tell him how awful his voice was.

Dongfang Sifeng was so angry that his nose was crooked. This ignorant junior named Xu Jingtian dared to despise him like this and actually let him make the first move.

"Trash! You're asking for death!" Dongfang Sifeng roared, his veins bulging with rage. He stomped his foot, instantly reducing the distance between them from ten feet to just a few feet. At that moment, his fist, imbued with hidden martial power, was extended and reached Xu Jingtian's face in an instant.

"It's all over, it's all over." Zhao Jingcai thought so, Dongfang Shanzhan thought so, all the elders thought so, and everyone below the stage thought so.