The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

The fourth-generation disciples were the first to compete in the morning.

Although there are many fourth-generation disciples, most of them have only learned the basics, and many have not even understood the Great Dao Song.

Therefore, there are not many people who actually participate in the fourth generation of disciples; it usually takes about a morning.

In the afternoon, the main event began: a sparring match between the three generations of disciples.

The top three remain the best of the three generations: Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing, and Wang Zhitan, who spar with each other.

As the lowest-ranking of the three, Wang Zhitan naturally understood that he was just an extra, so he should hurry up and finish his work and wait to see Zhao Zhijing and Zhen Zhibing.

He took the initiative to challenge his senior brother Zhen Zhibing, and unsurprisingly lost.

Then he challenged Zhao Zhijing.

He was quickly defeated, but this time he was knocked off the stage; Zhao Zhijing's blows were much heavier than Zhen Zhibing's.

"Junior brother! You flatter me!"

On the stage, Zhao Zhijing stood with his hands behind his back, his face full of pride.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother!"

Wang Zhitan left, rubbing his chest.

Wang Jiuling, watching this scene from a distance, couldn't help but frown slightly.

He saw it clearly just now: after Wang Zhitan was completely at a disadvantage, Zhao Zhijing could have chosen a different way to defeat him.

After all, he was the senior student.

However, Zhao Zhijing used the method that made Wang Zhitan lose face the most, clearly to show his own strength.

Inside a distant pavilion, Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu, and the other seven disciples of Quanzhen had just sat down, drinking tea while watching the martial arts arena in the distance.

"Master Yideng's arrival is perfectly timed; he's just in time for our Quanzhen Sect's year-end competition!"

Ma Yu spoke with a smile, and the camera panned to reveal that, in addition to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, Master Yideng was also sitting there.

Master Yideng happened to be passing through Zhongnan Mountain and decided to pay a visit. He happened to be there during the Quanzhen School's small competition and was invited to watch.

"Amitabha! It is my great fortune to be able to witness such a momentous event!"

At this point, the contest between Zhen Zhibing and Zhao Zhijing had already been decided.

Zhao Zhijing successfully used his agility to force Zhen Zhibing off the stage.

"Senior brother! You flatter me!"

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was full of pride and felt that he had made a great splash.

Zhen Zhibing, standing below, humbly bowed.

"Junior Brother's martial arts have improved again; congratulations!"

In the distant pavilion, the Seven Masters of Quanzhen couldn't help but feel proud of Zhen Zhibing's character.

"Master, please look, this is the candidate for the next leader of our Quanzhen Sect!"

Master Yideng nodded in praise.

Zhao Zhijing had no idea that he thought he could suppress Zhen Zhibing just because he was skilled in martial arts, but the Seven Masters of Quanzhen did not rely entirely on martial arts skills.

Just then, Sun Bu'er, who had been watching the martial arts arena closely, let out a soft "Eh."

"How come Jiuling is in a group with Zhichang and Zhifang?"

Upon hearing this, the others also looked towards the arena and indeed found four people standing on it.

Li Zhichang, Cui Zhifang, Zhang Zhilin, and Wang Jiuling.

This is the most powerful group outside of the top tier, so it's clearly inappropriate for Wang Jiuling to be here.

Not only them, but all the disciples watching were also discussing it.

They weren't all unhappy with Wang Jiuling; they were just curious and surprised by this matchup.

With this arrangement, Wang Jiuling probably wouldn't even have the chance to go through the motions before being knocked down.

As Zhao Zhijing listened to the discussions below the stage and looked at Wang Jiuling's calm expression on the stage, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling on the stage also casually glanced at Zhao Zhijing, who was watching the play.

That bastard clearly set him up on purpose.

But Wang Jiuling's composure was genuine.

Before he began practicing the Innate Skill, he naturally wouldn't have been able to defeat the other three.

But things are different now.

Zhao Zhijing's arrangement suited Wang Jiuling perfectly; he wanted to take the opportunity to test his current abilities.

In the attic, Ma Yu frowned.

"This year-end competition is less about friendly sparring and more about practical combat training. Who arranged this? Isn't this ridiculous?"

Qiu Chuji looked at Wang Chuyi.

"Junior brother, was this arranged by Zhijing? Isn't there something wrong with it?"

Wang Chuyi glanced at the direction of the arena, and hesitated for a moment, but he quickly remembered what he had discovered when he tested Wang Jiuling's strength yesterday, and shook his head with a smile.

"Senior brother, Zhijing's arrangement must have its reasons. Besides, I have faith in Jiuling's abilities, so it's best if we don't interfere too much!"

Wang Chuyi's confidence in his disciple left the others looking at each other in surprise.

But Wang Jiuling was Wang Chuyi's disciple, and since their master said it was nothing, they didn't say anything more.

At this point, the arena had been divided into two groups.

Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang have always been evenly matched in martial arts, and this time they were also looking forward to comparing their skills.

On the other hand, Wang Jiuling "just happened" to be paired with Zhang Zhilin.

Compared to the competition between Li Zhichang and Cui Zhifang, everyone was more focused on Wang Jiuling's side.

"Can Uncle-Master Jiuling handle it? Even though he's a third-generation disciple, he's still about the same age as us..."

"I think it's risky..."

The crowd below the stage whispered among themselves, and Zhao Zhijing looked at Zhang Zhilin.

"Junior brother, you must be careful later. Junior Brother Jiuling is young; don't hurt him!"

Only Zhang Zhilin understood the hidden meaning in Zhao Zhijing's words; he was reminding Zhao to use force.

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Zhang Zhilin had no choice but to nod to Wang Jiuling.

"Junior brother, you make the first move!"

Wang Jiuling quietly watched Zhao Zhijing's pretentious act, knowing in his heart that this bastard was probably up to no good, but no matter what, he still had to fight first.

"Senior brother, please forgive me!"

Wang Jiuling cupped his hands in greeting and, without hesitation, charged at Zhang Zhilin with his wooden sword.

If he could defeat Zhang Zhilin, it would not only bring honor to his master, but also elevate his own status among the three generations.

When Zhang Zhilin saw Wang Jiuling make a move, he also drew his sword to fight back.

Both of them used the Quanzhen sword technique.

Wang Jiuling raised his hand and used the "Small Oars and Light Boat" move. His movements were incredibly agile, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zhang Zhilin.

Zhang Zhilin's pupils contracted.

He sensed something was wrong with just the first move.

Wang Jiuling's sword is so fast!

But Zhang Zhilin was also a master among the third generation, and naturally he was not made of clay. He used a move called "Soft Oars Without Using" to turn from movement to stillness and steadily caught the sword.

But the next second, Wang Jiuling changed his sword moves again. It turned out that the small oar and light boat were just a feint to get close.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the move "Vast Waves".

Instantly, sword shadows flashed, dense as rain, and surged towards Zhang Zhilin like ocean waves.

This is one of the things he learned from Wang Chongyang: the exquisite transitions and coordination between sword moves.

Wang Jiuling's swordsmanship was not confined to any particular move; instead, it was highly versatile and extremely practical.

Zhang Zhilin had already underestimated Wang Jiuling due to his preconceived notions, and now he was caught off guard.

He could only use his movement technique to retreat rapidly, and finally managed to dodge it.

However, this scene caused an uproar of discussion among the audience.

"What? He actually forced Senior Brother Zhilin to retreat? How is that possible?"

"I remember that Uncle Zhilin's cultivation level was far superior to Uncle Jiuling's. How could this be?"