Ultimate True Lord

Late June, a sweltering summer morning.

As soon as the sun climbed high, the heat descended heavily, making the air stuffy and even the wind carried a dry heat.

Inside the inner courtyard of the Red Sand Martial Arts School, many formal disciples had gathered early in the morning. Everyone knew that Red Sand Palm and Hengjiang Fist would be having a fistfight at noon today, and everyone who could make it was going to come.

Fang Heng walked in from outside the courtyard.

He stood tall and proud, his face beaming with smug satisfaction. His plain clothes still carried a faint scent of perfume, a clear indication that he had been out partying the night before.

In the inner courtyard, among the disciples who had arrived early, a formal disciple named Lu Shan quickly stepped forward, his face full of flattery, and began to fawn over them.

"Senior Brother Fang, congratulations on securing a spot in the competition!"

"This time, you're representing our Hongsha Martial Arts School in the fight against Hengjiang Fist. Your strength speaks for itself. You're guaranteed to win against someone from Hengjiang Fist, giving the school head a lot of face!"

Upon hearing this flattery, Fang Heng wore a composed smile, feigning humility. But in reality, his arrogance was barely concealed.

"Don't make any promises you can't keep. There are always people more skilled than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. I'll just do my best and not tarnish the reputation of the martial arts school."

As he spoke, his eyes caught sight of Jiang Ming standing in the corner. He then slowly walked over, his tone slightly teasing.

"Junior Brother Jiang, I heard that you also rushed to sign up for the competition a few days ago? But in the end, it seems you weren't selected, right?"

Jiang Ming did not answer, but just stared at him coldly.

Fang Heng couldn't hold back any longer. He chuckled sarcastically and continued, "Heh. Actually, I specifically asked my third senior brother, Chen Jian, to look after you and that's how I got your spot."

"You've only been in the Rising Realm for a short time. Your cultivation is too shallow, and you're not much stronger in actual combat. Why do you insist on participating in such a big event? If you were to actually go on the field, you would be defeated and humiliated in front of everyone. How embarrassing would that be?"

"I'm doing this on purpose to keep an eye on you, so you won't embarrass yourself. Not only will you lose face for yourself, but you'll also bring shame to the martial arts school."

However, Jiang Ming remained standing quietly on the opposite side, his expression indifferent and his eyes devoid of emotion. He was a man of brooding nature, not easily swayed by a few provocations from a mere child.

Jiang Ming said calmly, neither too soft nor too hard, "I don't care how the spots are chosen. The difference in cultivation levels will naturally become clear in time. There's no need for you to worry about it."

"You should think carefully about how to win the fight between the two schools at noon. If you lose, as you said, it will be a disgrace to the martial arts school."

Fang Heng felt a lump in his throat after hearing this. Jiang Ming's reply was calm and collected, yet subtly barbed, making Fang Heng feel like a child who had been provoking him.

Moreover, this person was like a rock in a latrine, cold and hard. Fang Heng couldn't think of a better way to humiliate him for the time being, so he could only snort coldly, too lazy to pay any more attention to Jiang Ming, and turned to walk aside.

He started chatting with his follower Lu Shan again. After talking for a while, the topic gradually turned to Jiang Ming.

"I heard that Jiang Ming has a younger sister, right? She lives with him," Lu Shan said with a hint of curiosity.

Fang Heng responded somewhat casually, making a lighthearted joke.

"That's right, I've seen that girl. She's not very old, but she has delicate features and is quite pretty; she has a unique charm."

"Hehe, you said..."

The two chatted quietly, but every word they said reached their ears.

Beside him, the burly man, who had been expressionless, slowed down and stopped moving.

Jiang Ming slightly raised his eyes, his dark pupils locking onto Fang Heng's back.

His face remained expressionless, but a dangerous chill gradually surfaced deep within his eyes.

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A gray plaza in the middle of Anpingpu and Fenghepu.

The midday sun beat down on the ground, making it slightly hot. The Red Sand Palm and the Horizontal River Fist were both in position, and the atmosphere was tense.

On the left, this is the Red Sand Martial Arts School side.

Liu Longquan sat steadily on a large wooden chair. He was obese, with a bulging belly, and wore a somewhat tight dark-colored thin cloth long gown.

Liu Longquan had a faint smile on his face, holding a piece of pastry in his hand. He looked quite relaxed and casual, without the slightest hint of nervousness.

On the left side of the wooden chair, the second senior brother Wang Zheng and the third senior brother Chen Jian stood side by side. They looked serious as they gazed at the opposite side.

To the right of the wooden chair, four disciples at the Powerful Strength level stood in neat rows. Fang Heng was among them, a smug look on his face.

Meanwhile, the other disciples of the martial arts school all gathered behind the disciples who were going to fight, boosting their morale and watching quietly.

Across the square was a group of Hengjiangquan practitioners, whose numbers and momentum were no less than those of the Hongsha Martial Arts School, and perhaps even surpassed them.

Seated at the head of the group was a middle-aged, muscular man dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt. His muscles were bulging and powerful, with strong, rugged lines. He also wore a thick black wrist guard. This was Shi Yan, the owner of Hengjiang Boxing Gym.

He leaned back in his chair, holding a rough porcelain teacup in his hand, slowly sipping his tea. His eyes were cold, subtly conveying a sense of oppression.

Behind him, all the Hengjiangquan disciples were dressed in uniform light blue outfits. Among the crowd, two people stood out.

One of them was Wu Kui, the top disciple of Hengjiang Fist. He was exceptionally tall and burly, probably around 1.9 meters tall. His muscles were taut, his arms were crossed over his chest, and a fierce aura emanated from him; he looked like someone not to be trifled with.

The other one is Shen Zhou, a genius disciple of Hengjiang Fist.

This man was handsome with delicate features and an extraordinary appearance. Born into a prominent family in the inner city, he possessed superior talent in cultivation, having already mastered the art of soft strength in just a few years. His eyes exuded an air of haughty arrogance.

The two sides faced each other from a distance, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"It's noon, time for the sparring to begin!"

In the center of the square stood a powerful old man. He was the master of the Rift Wind Leg technique, specially invited by Old Man Liu and Shi Yan to preside over the competition to ensure fairness.

This martial arts sparring match started with the disciples at the soft power level, with only two people from each side participating.

At the Hongsha Martial Arts School, the second senior brother, Wang Zheng, was the first to step onto the stage.

Wu Kui, the senior disciple of Hengjiang Fist, also twisted his shoulders and stepped out of the formation to accept the challenge.

"start!"

On the gray square.

The two figures collided instantly, exchanging blows with their fists and feet. Their arms clashed fiercely, striking each other head-on, producing a series of dull thuds.

Red Sand Palm trains both hands, while Hengjiang Fist trains both fists. Both hands are highly trained and possess astonishing power.

"Knock knock knock!"

When they collided, it was as if two weapons were striking each other, producing a series of astonishing noises, like firecrackers exploding.

The onlookers on both sides watched with bated breath. Jiang Ming was also secretly shocked, sensing the immense power of the soft force.

The power of this collision is far beyond what mere physical strength can match.