Six Realms Immortal Emperor

But Xu Jingtian didn't think so. He just turned his body slightly to the side, looked at Dongfang Sifeng's fist which was gradually getting bigger, and smiled gently.

Dongfang Sifeng was puzzled by the laughter, and he was filled with doubt. But once the fist was thrown, it couldn't be taken back, and he still brought his fist closer to Xu Jingtian's face.

Although his "Dragon-Probing Hand" wasn't as domineering as the previous "Dragon-Grabbing Hand," its advantage lay in its speed and unpredictable trajectory, seemingly slow but actually fast, making it impossible to block. Dongfang Sifeng was confident that if this punch landed on Xu Jingtian, it would surely break the slender neck in the middle of his head.

Having achieved mastery of the second level of physical cultivation, his iron fist, accompanied by a fierce wind, roared in!

However, for some reason, Dongfang Sifeng's fist did not obey him. When it was still a few inches away from Xu Jingtian's nose, it deviated from its original direction and struck empty air.

He could even feel the heat from Xu Jingtian's breath on his fist.

Xu Jingtian used some unknown movement technique to dodge inexplicably.

"Hmph! Let's see where you can hide!" Dongfang Sifeng didn't care about these things. Before he could turn around, he swung his other hand at Xu Jingtian even more fiercely.

This move is called "Covering Dragon Palm," a unique skill of the Eastern family. Legend has it that this palm is extremely powerful, and when cultivated to its peak, it can shatter mountains and rocks.

Bang!

Dongfang Sifeng's Dragon-Covering Palm technique was struck by a tremendous force, rendering it unusable. Just as he was stunned in shock, a sharp pain shot through his arm.

Xu Jingtian appeared beside him mysteriously and struck his forearm with a palm.

What incredible speed!

Before Dongfang Sifeng could think it through, a piercing pain shot through his arm, forcing him to change his move and retract his arm. However, the hasty change of move made him unsteady, and he staggered a few steps, almost falling onto the ring.

All of this happened so suddenly that in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Sifeng was at a disadvantage!

"what!"

Many people in the audience didn't see what was going on, and they all stared wide-eyed and gaped.

"This is impossible!" Whether they believed it or not, Dongfang Sifeng almost fell off the stage.

However, a few people noticed that Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing had been watching the commotion closely.

Dongfang Sifeng threw a punch, and Xu Jingtian dodged to the side, instead striking Dongfang Sifeng's arm with his own palm. Everything happened so naturally, as if the two were performing a charade.

"Hmph!" Both of them snorted in unison.

However, the meanings expressed are quite different. What Dongfang Sile was saying was that Xu Jingtian took advantage of the situation, and although his agility was superb, he did not gain the upper hand through force.

Dongfang Sixing snorted, "Dongfang Sifeng really disgraced their Dongfang disciples, being beaten so badly by the lowest-ranking servant."

Dongfang Shanzhan also let out an "Oh" in surprise, not expecting this unassuming young man to actually have some skills. He just didn't know where this kid got his skills from, since he spent all his time herding horses, and he couldn't see any background in martial arts.

"Hmph! Who's the real trash?" Xu Jingtian withdrew his hands, looking at Dongfang Sifeng. A slight smirk played on his lips as he coldly said, "If you can't even beat trash like me, then you're even more of a trash!"

Dongfang Sifeng was stunned for a moment.

This is shocking! His Dragon-Covering Palm, with its full force of three hundred jin (approximately 150 kg), was actually deflected by Xu Jingtian's single palm strike. This brat, whom he kicked away yesterday, is now on par with him. Moreover, the force of his palm strike exceeded three hundred jin (approximately 150 kg), which means Xu Jingtian has entered the third level of the Physical Body Realm?

However, Dongfang Sifeng didn't care about any of that. He was determined to get into the top three, and he would fight anyone who tried to stop him!

"Ah!" Dongfang Sifeng clenched his fists and roared, shocking everyone present, as if he were gathering all his strength to deliver a fatal blow to Xu Jingtian. He could feel that the remaining effects of the medicine in his body had not been fully absorbed and were being gradually activated by him.

Xu Jingtian wrinkled his handsome nose, a rare smile finally appearing on his lips. "No matter how hard you try, it's useless. I'm here today to defeat you and show you who the real trash is!"

As Xu Jingtian spoke, he spread his hands to the left and right, and said disdainfully to Dongfang Sifeng, "Come on!"

From childhood to adulthood, he was the only one who looked at others this way; no one had ever dared to look at him with such contempt. Dongfang Sifeng's handsome face flushed red, and with a shout, he strode across half a zhang of space, swinging his iron fists at Xu Jingtian.

He could break a small tree with one punch; he didn't believe Xu Jingtian would dare to meet it head-on.

Looking at Xu Jingtian again, with confidence from who knows where, he also turned his hands into fists and fearlessly charged straight at his iron fist.

"You're asking for it!" Dongfang Sifeng cursed angrily, his fists moving even faster.

Two people, four fists, and half a meter of space.

Bang!

Click!

"Ah!" Dongfang Sifeng screamed.

Three sounds.

Everything happened in an instant. Dongfang Sifeng's two iron fists were broken off at the wrist, while Xu Jingtian only took two steps back and was completely unharmed.

Dongfang Sifeng clutched his arms and screamed in agony, rolling around on the stage, his previous imposing demeanor vanishing without a trace.

"How is it!" Xu Jingtian looked down at Dongfang Sifeng as if he were looking at a wounded dog, and slowly approached him.

Dongfang Sifeng stared at him in terror, as if she had seen a monster, and shouted, "Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Xu Jingtian ignored everything else and continued to approach him. He not only wanted to defeat Dongfang Sifeng in terms of physical strength, but also to completely conquer him in terms of his aura.

"Stop!" Dongfang Yingyong, no longer caring about his status as an elder, finally spoke up. He never expected that such an inconspicuous servant would actually have reached the third level of the Physical Body Realm in martial arts.

Only by reaching the third level can one withstand Dongfang Sifeng's full-force punch without any pretense and break both of his hands.

"Elder, he hasn't admitted defeat yet!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Jingtian paused only slightly, but continued walking towards Dongfang Sifeng without stopping.

Xu Jingtian was also clear about the rules of the arena. Unless both parties were willing, even the head of the family could not interrupt the fight unless one party was knocked off the arena.

Dongfang Yingyong, disregarding his pride, shouted urgently, "Feng'er, quickly admit defeat!"

Dongfang Sifeng remained silent, glaring fiercely at Xu Jingtian as he approached.

For a young master like him to admit defeat to the lowest servant, someone he had bullied since childhood, he would rather the servant be dead.

"Hahaha! You think I'd admit defeat to you? Dream on! Unless you kill me!"

Xu Jingtian walked to his side, squatted down, and said softly, "You don't have to admit defeat. I'll break your arms, then your legs, cripple your martial arts, and you'll never be able to turn your life around! I'm going to get back everything you've done to me these past few years!"

"Ah!" Dongfang Sifeng's expression finally changed. He vaguely remembered beating Xu Jingtian until he vomited blood and was bedridden several times, and even knocking him unconscious several times. But this retribution came too quickly, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

How did Xu Jingtian, who was once skinny, weak, and easily bullied, suddenly become so powerful overnight?

A foul stench suddenly filled his nostrils, and Dongfang Sifeng hurriedly covered his nose with his severed hand. Accustomed to a life of luxury, he could hardly tolerate such a stench.

"You, you...you didn't eat it too..." Dongfang Sifeng couldn't believe it. He was all too familiar with the stench emanating from Xu Jingtian. Ever since he took that precious pill he had begged for, he had been reeking of foul odor for most of the night, and he could only bear it by staying in the bathtub.

Xu Jingtian still had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, twitched his handsome nose, then leaned down beside his ear, held up two fingers, and whispered to him, "Not bad, two."

The sound was so faint that even the two brothers, Dongfang Yingyong and Dongfang Yingyong, who were at the fourth level of the physical body realm, couldn't hear it clearly.

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!" Dongfang Sifeng could no longer care about the pain in his hands. He supported his body with his arms, stood up unsteadily, and shouted repeatedly as if he were insane.

This is unbelievable, and it's so disheartening!

Dongfang Sifeng, a young master of considerable status, brought out so many treasures and even used the pretense of being Dongfang Siyu's brother to obtain a single pill from her. This demonstrates just how precious this small Qi Condensation Pill is; even Dongfang Siyu probably doesn't have many of them.

Xu Jingtian was the lowest-ranking servant in the Dongfang family. Where did he get these pills, and two of them at that?

"What, you don't believe me?" Xu Jingtian slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on Dongfang Sifeng.

"Fine, I concede!" Dongfang Sifeng hung his head dejectedly like a defeated rooster, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and an imperceptible sneer appeared on his lips. As long as he wasn't knocked off the stage by Xu Jingtian, he still had a chance.

Xu Jingtian wrinkled his handsome nose, a slight smile playing on his lips. He had finally defeated the young master completely in terms of sheer presence.

All the spectators below the stage, including those arrogant Eastern disciples, stared at the arena in stunned silence from beginning to end.

This was completely unexpected for them!

At this moment, Xu Jingtian was exactly the same as when he stepped onto the stage, but in their eyes, Xu Jingtian's aura became even more imposing, as if he had become a master, even surpassing the top two, Dongfang Sile and Dongfang Sixing.

This is the world of the strong; only the strong earn respect.

Having finally defeated Dongfang Sifeng, Xu Jingtian remained humble and composed, clasping his hands in a gesture of thanks to all the audience members below the stage. Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind sweeping from behind him, as if he had a warning.

"what!"

"Be careful!"

The audience gasped in surprise.