In the world of cultivation, one grinds for proficiency and longevity.

"The winner of this martial arts competition is Liang Shenggang!" the referee announced quickly.

Liang Shenggang put away the magical artifact with a calm expression, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He still had several talismans in his arms, which he hadn't even had a chance to use yet.

"What, you're not convinced?"

"If you're not happy, go fight my husband!"

"Go ahead, weren't you so smug before?"

Zhou Qiao'er, sitting in the audience, looked at Chen Changqing, who had a resentful expression, with a sarcastic tone.

Three years ago, during a welcome banquet for Xianmiao, she tried to get close to Chen Changqing but was rejected, and she still holds a grudge about it.

Seeing the latter get the short end of the stick, he was overjoyed and couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear.

Originally, as a mortal, she would not dare to disrespect cultivators.

However, her status rose with the birth of four children for the Zhou family. Even those in the early stages of Qi cultivation would greet her.

This made her feel somewhat inflated.

Besides, her husband is the one with the highest cultivation among the immortal seedlings.

Besides, the person she was mocking was the bottom-ranked among the Immortal Seeds.

So she was fearless and now she really wished Chen Changqing could go into the ring and get a good beating!

Indeed, Confucius was right: women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with.

Chen Changqing stood up again, his gaze sharp and his aura imposing.

Everyone present involuntarily tensed up, including Liang Shenggang on the ring.

This greatly displeased him, and he shouted:

"Chen Changqing, you're not satisfied with me getting first place? Then come up here and fight me!"

"Get lost?" Chen Changqing raised his head slightly.

"No! Brother Chen, they're using reverse psychology. Don't fall for it!"

Sitting on the ground, Li Erniu was startled. Ignoring his injuries, he quickly tugged at the former's sleeve and advised, "Besides, putting aside the difference in cultivation level, the opponent has two magical artifacts, while you have none. How are you going to fight?!"

Li Erniu's concerns were not unfounded. Normally, there is a huge gap between the early and middle stages of Qi Refining.

I am aware of everything Erniu said, but I really want to test the new boxing technique I have learned.

Even if all else fails, with my master-level "Spiritual Flick" skill, beating him shouldn't be a big problem!

Having thought all this through, Chen Changqing transmitted his voice to Li Erniu, "Don't worry, brother. When I killed him, he was probably still drinking milk somewhere!"

However, given the vast difference in their apparent strength, he needs to secure some benefits before considering taking action.

"If I win the contest, who should receive the first-place prize?"

Chen Changqing sat down. The other party was eager for him to take action, but he wasn't in a hurry.

"this……"

Chen Changqing was not a son-in-law and was not on the list of participants, so Zhou Jian was unable to make a decision for the time being.

Coincidentally, the competition on the Zhou family's side ended, and the champion was a man named Zhou Guang, while the runner-up was Zhou Ruoyun.

"What happens after you win?"

Haha, Chen Changqing! You have a path to heaven but choose not to take it, and a path to hell but choose to barge in!

Zhou Dezheng noticed the situation and immediately sent a telepathic message in their direction:

"My Zhou family's prospective guest, Chen Changqing, is willing to cross borders to fight. This act is heroic and must be encouraged and rewarded!"

"I hereby announce that the previously given reward will be doubled! Whoever comes in first place will get the reward!"

After he finished speaking, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Thinking to himself, Chen Changqing would be embarrassed if he didn't go on stage in front of so many people.

boom!

"What's going on? Is the patriarch sending a message over there?"

"Who is Chen Changqing? Is he going to fight someone of a higher level?"

"A Qi Refining Stage 3 fighting a Qi Refining Stage 5? And the opponent has two magic weapons? Isn't that just suicide?!"

"That's right, with such a clear gap in skill, I could predict the outcome even before the match started!"

"Could it be that he's gone crazy for money?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's just talk, a way to vent, and they don't actually dare to go on stage..."

On the Zhou family's side, everyone was talking at once, discussing amongst themselves and curiously moving towards the right side of the square.

Zhou Ruoyun's eyes, as clear as autumn water, frequently glanced in this direction, wanting to see which one of them, Chen Changqing, dared to speak so arrogantly.

Having achieved his goal, Chen Changqing dusted himself off, stood up, and calmly looked at the arena, saying, "Kid, you were exhausted from the fight just now. I won't take advantage of you; I'll let you rest for three hours to recover."

Have you seen enough?

"Holy crap! He really was just a big talker!"

Everyone present thought Chen Changqing was going to step into the ring, but when he stood up and said that, they assumed he was afraid of the fight and gave him disdainful looks.

Because everyone knows that in the face of such a huge gap, the little bit of physical exertion expended earlier has no impact on the overall situation.

"Miss, shall we go? That man is just a coward. If we really wait three hours, he'll probably find another excuse."

Zhou Ruoyun's maid, Xiaoyue, said this.

"No, he's telling the truth. He genuinely doesn't want to take advantage of his opponent."

Zhou Ruoyun's eyes were firm, and she had her own ideas. "But I just can't understand where his confidence comes from!"

"Ah? Miss..."

Xiaoyue naturally believed her young mistress's words without a doubt. She looked into the distance, as if she wanted to re-evaluate the man.

"Don't want to take advantage of me? Hahaha, I've never seen anyone make cowardice sound so noble before!"

Enraged, Liang Shenggang swallowed a Qi-restoring pill, then sat cross-legged on the spot, declaring, "No need for three hours, just wait for me!"

About half an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at Chen Changqing: "Hurry up and come up! Someone is already impatient!"

"Wow, the man I chose is so domineering!" Zhou Qiao'er said at the right moment, showing off her sharp eye.

Just when everyone thought Chen Changqing was going to come up with some excuse again.

With a light step, Chen Changqing used the "Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada" light-foot technique to gracefully leap onto the arena.

"Heh, using worldly tricks in the cultivation world? Don't make me laugh to death."

Liang Shenggang's eyes were initially filled with disdain, but then turned sinister. "Show me your weapon! I don't want people saying I'm bullying people!"

"Enough with the nonsense, just make your move!" Chen Changqing assumed a fighting stance.

"What?! Are you crazy?! He... he's actually going to fight the magical weapon, the Black Gold Hammer, with his bare fists?!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Has Brother Chen gone mad from practicing martial arts...?

Li Erniu felt extremely remorseful for not being able to stop Chen Changqing from going onto the stage.

Sigh... I thought you really had some extraordinary talent.

He turned out to be nothing more than an ignorant megalomaniac.

Zhou Ruoyun sighed softly, and then prepared to leave.

Indeed, all magical artifacts are crafted from extraordinary materials, and their interiors are filled with restrictions and magic arrays. When infused with spiritual power, they can also activate special skills.

For example, it may have additional burning, freezing, or vibration effects.

How could something so powerful be resisted by a pair of bare hands?

"Miss, look! That person seems to be able to hold on!" Xiaoyue pulled Zhou Ruoyun back as she was about to leave.

On the arena.

Liang Shenggang swung the black iron hammer, infusing it with spiritual power. The hammer grew to three zhang in size, like a giant weapon, and crashed down!

He wasn't stupid; if Chen Changqing dared to be so arrogant, how could he hold back!

However, Chen Changqing was eager to test his skills, so instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping out with mysterious footwork, and channeling his spiritual energy into his fists.

The "Ninefold Prison Suppression Fist" he practiced was a Xuan-level martial art, emphasizing "mobilizing the entire body's power to strike a single point!"

Although he was only at the third level of Qi Refining, his boxing intent was already formed.

"Bang!"

The fist and hammer collided for the first time, producing a piercing metallic sound!

"My God! What kind of martial art is this?! It actually withstands a magical weapon with just its bare hands?!"

Everyone was greatly shocked.

Zhou Ruoyun's eyes were focused, as if she was deep in thought.

Even the Zhou family head and Zhou Hao stood up without realizing it.

"Brother, doesn't this fist technique look like the 'Ninefold Prison Suppression Fist' from our library?"