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"Chen Qing is too strong! He defeated Shen Yifei with one punch!"

"Shen Yifei's blood and energy are almost at their peak, how did he manage that?"

"Is he really of inferior talent? Could there be a mistake?"

The silence lasted only a few seconds before being broken by a series of exclamations.

Shock, doubt, and awe were intertwined in the hearts of the inner court disciples.

Chen Qing's performance completely shattered their prejudices.

It should be noted that Shen Yifei had been in the inner courtyard for more than forty days.

Not only does he possess superior physical attributes, but he also never lacks cultivation resources, and he has internal strength martial arts masters to spar with him every day.

Even so, he was still easily defeated by Chen Qing.

What do background and innate talent matter in the face of absolute strength?

Of the external martial arts disciples present, who dared to guarantee that they would successfully break through the barrier and become an internal martial arts master?

Without internal strength, who has the confidence to defeat Chen Qing?

At this moment, all the disciples of the Outer Strength Sect looked at Chen Qing with a different gaze. The arrogance and disdain they had shown before were gone, replaced by a deep sense of fear and awe.

Aside from the disciples present, Hong Zhenbang was the most shocked.

The moment he saw Chen Qing knock down Shen Yifei, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Good lad! He's even mastered internal energy!"

"Master, what is internal strength?"

A true disciple behind him asked curiously.

"The strength of one's power comes from the level of one's Qi and blood, and to project that power, one must rely entirely on the internal strength."

Hong Zhenbang squinted and slowly explained, "The energy is distributed throughout the muscles and bones of the whole body. When you practice Wujiquan, you are all unconsciously using your energy."

"Is mastering force really that impressive?"

The disciple spoke again.

"It's more than just powerful! Using the same Wuji Fist, the difference in power between someone who knows how to apply force and someone who doesn't is like night and day. Once you've mastered that force, you're practically invincible among those of the same level!"

Hong Zhenbang took a deep breath, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement, then shook his head: "However, this technique is very difficult to master. Most people would need eight to ten years of hard practice to even get a grasp of it. That's why I've never mentioned it to you before."

Upon hearing this, the disciples were suddenly jolted.

Having mastered the power, one can become invincible among those of the same level?

This skill, which takes eight to ten years of hard training to master, was actually mastered by an external force martial artist who had only been in the martial arts world for about twenty days.

What an amazing genius!

"I told you long ago that Junior Brother Chen is a martial arts prodigy, one in a century. Do you believe me now?"

A smile appeared on Lu Hanzhou's lips, his tone tinged with smugness.

Wei Xiong, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

The last time he sent someone to inquire about Lu Hanzhou, the person's report seemed to mention that Lu Hanzhou was learning from Chen Qing.

He initially thought Lu Hanzhou had lost his mind.

Now I realize that Chen Qing is truly capable!

Could it be that he taught Lu Hanzhou how to do it?

"Han Zhou, are you trying to emulate Chen Qing?"

Hong Zhenbang suddenly asked.

"Yes, Master."

Lu Hanzhou replied.

"Have you learned it?"

Hong Zhenbang asked again.

"Master, you'll find out in the competition later."

Lu Hanzhou kept everyone in suspense.

Hong Zhenbang didn't ask any more questions, but instead turned his gaze back to Chen Qing.

"Why is someone with such high martial arts talent destined to have inferior physical constitution?"

Even if one's external strength is unparalleled, one is still just a minor external strength martial artist.

He sighed inwardly, feeling sorry for Chen Qing's poor physical condition.

Those with inferior physical constitutions are already very lucky to be able to develop external strength; the hope of advancing further is slim.

Hong Zhenbang shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and continued to focus on the competition in the arena.

Senior Sister Sun gave Chen Qing a deep look, suppressed her unease, and continued drawing lots.

She initially thought Chen Qing was just an insignificant nobody, so she accepted Shen Yifei's favor and agreed to help him cheat.

But who knew Chen Qing would be so capable? I should have known better than to help him.

I just hope Chen Qing doesn't find out.

Senior Sister Sun reached into the wooden box, took out two slips of paper, and was about to read out the names of the disciples who would be facing off in the next match.

Just then, Shen Yifei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up and shouted, "This doesn't count. I didn't use my full strength at all."

At this moment, he was blinded by rage.

He doesn't agree!

How did Chen Qing defeat him?

He's not as talented, doesn't have as deep a background, and doesn't have as many resources, so why is he better than him?

It must have been because I had let my guard down that this country bumpkin got the better of me.

He glared fiercely at Chen Qing and roared, "Chen Qing, do you dare to fight me again?!"

Chen Qing glanced at Shen Yifei indifferently, not bothering to pay him any attention.

"Yifei, a loss is a loss. Don't make trouble."

Hong Zhenbang spoke up, dissatisfied.

Shen Yifei ignored him, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, like a raging beast, and walked step by step toward Chen Qing: "What? You know you can't beat me, so you're scared?"

As Shen Yifei approached step by step, the disciples around Chen Qing scattered in all directions.

Only Wang Tianle and Wang Meng remained standing beside Chen Qing.

"Shen Yifei, I told you to step back!"

Hong Zhenbang spoke again.

But Shen Yifei had already lost his mind and was only thinking about getting revenge.

"I want to fight you again!"

With a roar, he suddenly accelerated, quickly closing in on Chen Qing, and without holding back, threw a full-force punch at Chen Qing's face.

The speed is twice as fast as before.

His power surged even more, and his fist sliced ​​through the air with a loud bang.

Everyone was shocked to see this.

This is Shen Yifei's true strength!

He didn't even use his full strength just now.

Chen Qing's victory was entirely by chance!

He definitely can't withstand that punch!

The instant this thought flashed through everyone's minds, Shen Yifei's fist was already in front of Chen Qing.

However, when acting in such a fit of rage, where is the sense of order?

Chen Qing saw through his attack at a glance, easily dodged it, and then punched Shen Yifei in the chest.

This time, he used a full 60% of his strength!

The fist struck Shen Yifei in the chest, and with a crisp crack, several of his ribs broke on the spot.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist in the air, and crashed heavily onto the blue bricks several meters away, completely losing consciousness.

Seeing this, the disciples present no longer had any doubts.

Seeing Chen Qing's composed demeanor, they began to doubt whether he had gone all out.

"Go check if he's alright?"

Hong Zhenbang gave the order in a cold voice.

A disciple quickly went to Shen Yifei's side, examined him, and reported back: "He has five broken ribs and has fainted."

"Carry him inside and give him a dose of blood-activating powder."

Hong Zhenbang frowned, then said nonchalantly, "The competition continues."