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Lei Zhen gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, his right hand trembling uncontrollably in excruciating pain, his face deathly pale...

He knew very well that he had suffered serious internal injuries from that attack.

The main hall remained quiet, and the disciples of all the major powers were stunned.

They often sparred with each other, and they were all quite clear about Lei Zhen's strength.

But at this moment, Lei Zhen was severely injured and forced to retreat by a punch from Chen Changsheng.

"You...you really think you've defeated me?!"

Enraged, Lei Zhen clenched his left fist tightly: "I was just careless and held back, otherwise, how could you possibly have beaten me!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, and his martial arts began again, with ripples spreading around his body.

However, it was clear to everyone that his power this time was almost half that of before, indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

"That's enough!"

The elder leading the Rift Sky Pavilion snorted coldly, "Lei Zhen, you've already lost. Step down now!"

Lei Zhen clenched his left hand even tighter, gritting his teeth as he said:

"This disciple has not lost! I was just careless and underestimated my opponent. If I had used my full power..."

"Shut up!"

The old man was furious: "Did you hold back in that pure strength contest just now? Anyone who isn't blind can see that!"

A Foundation Establishment Level 3 cultivator was defeated by a Foundation Establishment Level 1 cultivator, and they're still making excuses here!

Haven't you embarrassed us enough already?!

Lei Zhen's face darkened instantly. He glared at Chen Changsheng hatefully, then lowered his head and walked back.

Chen Changsheng took out a pill to restore his spiritual power and swallowed it, slowly treating the slight weakness in his body.

Then, standing once more in the center of the hall, he arrogantly swept his gaze across the seats of the various factions and said calmly, "We've already lost three in a row. Next... who dares to step up?!"

He stood in the center of the hall, openly challenging everyone, displaying undisguised arrogance and sharpness.

Who's next?

This is not only an arrogant challenge, but also a slap in the face!

Because he, a mere new disciple of the academy, had already defeated three geniuses sent by the three major powers in succession!

Moreover, all three disciples are recognized as geniuses!

Today, on the very battlefield they used to provoke the academy, they have been repeatedly defeated by Chen Changsheng alone.

Moreover, the opponent is only at the first level of Foundation Establishment!

The way people looked at Chen Changsheng completely changed, from seeing him as an ordinary new disciple to looking at him as a monstrous genius.

To kill Foundation Establishment cultivators across borders in succession is simply an unprecedented martial arts miracle!

The only inference is that this child's foundation is so solid that it is terrifying beyond imagination. Although his cultivation level seems to be only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, the strength of his power may be comparable to that of the middle level of Foundation Establishment.

Everyone was deeply moved when they thought about this!

What extraordinary talent and potential!

Nangong Yue's autumn eyes were now filled with amazement, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Dashan, your older brother is so amazing!"

Compared to Nangong Yue, Dashan was so shocked that he had long forgotten his pain.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he mentally repeated countless times how amazing his older brother was.

The students and staff of the academy, who had been filled with anxiety and worry, were now greatly encouraged.

Their eyes gleamed with wonder, and they beamed with joy.

Chen Changsheng's consecutive defeats of the geniuses from the three major forces brought pride to the entire academy.

His reputation soared overnight among the academy's students, leaving a deep imprint on everyone's hearts.

"Gu Canghai, is this kid really a new recruit we just hired?"

Several instructors surrounded Gu Canghai, asking him questions with incredulous expressions.

Gu Canghai stroked his beard, his face full of pride, unable to contain his overwhelming joy.

Faced with Chen Changsheng's extremely arrogant and blatant challenge, no one from any of the major factions dared to respond, and an eerie silence fell over the room.

Among the sixteen-year-old disciples present, even Lei Zhen suffered a severe defeat and serious injury in a head-on confrontation.

Even if someone of equal ability went up there, it would be extremely difficult to achieve the same result. Nobody wanted to go up at this time and risk getting into trouble for nothing.

As for Li Han, he remained quietly seated at the table, his slender fingers gently brushing the rim of his cup as he coldly observed everything that was happening in the center of the room.

Seeing Chen Changsheng in the limelight, a faint, cold smile played on his lips, as if he had no interest in the struggle unfolding before him.

However, in the instant he lowered his eyes, a chilling killing intent flashed like a shooting star deep within his eyes.

Chen Changsheng stood proudly in the arena, challenging the enemy. More than ten breaths passed, but the seats of the various forces remained deathly silent, with no one daring to accept the challenge.

The atmosphere became extremely awkward, and the sarcasm in Chen Changsheng's eyes became increasingly obvious.

At this moment, a young disciple of the Heavenly Blade Sect finally couldn't contain himself and made a move to get up, but was pressed back down by his older senior brother beside him, who scolded him in a low voice:

"Are you crazy? Your strength is no better than Lei Zhen's. Are you trying to embarrass our Heavenly Blade Sect enough by going up there now?"

"Damn it, this kid is absolutely insanely arrogant!"

The disciple gritted his teeth in resentment, "If our young sect leader were here today, he would definitely beat him to a pulp!"

The young sect leader he spoke of was a once-in-a-century swordsmanship prodigy of the Heavenly Blade Sect.

Although he cannot be compared with Li Han of the Imperial Sword Pavilion, he is still very famous among his peers. At the age of sixteen, he has already reached the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

Just as the situation remained deadlocked, a resolute-looking young man slowly walked out from the Iron Sword Sect's seats.

He looked to be about the same age as Chen Changsheng, but he had none of the immaturity of a young man. Instead, he was as calm and composed as an ancient, heavy sword that had concealed its sharpness.

He strode up to Chen Changsheng, clasped his hands in a slight bow, and calmly said, "Tie Zheng of the Iron Sword Sect, seventeen years old."

Logically speaking, I am a year older than you and should not be qualified to take the stage at this time.

But seeing Brother Chen defeat strong enemies one after another, his arrogance revealing an indomitable spirit, I felt great admiration for him, which is why I couldn't resist the urge to go on stage.

My purpose in coming on stage this time is purely out of appreciation for Brother Chen's talent and a desire to exchange martial arts skills; I have absolutely no intention of taking advantage of his misfortune.

If Brother Chen feels that my age gives me an advantage, he may simply refuse; I will not persist.

"Heavens! It's actually Tie Zheng, the young master of the Iron Sword Sect!"

"Rumor has it that although he outwardly displays a cultivation level of the first level of Foundation Establishment, his understanding of swordsmanship has already reached the top tier among the younger generation, and fighting opponents of higher levels is commonplace for him!"

When Tie Zheng appeared, the academy disciples and elders from various forces below the stage all perked up.

As the sole successor of the Iron Sword Sect, Tie Zheng enjoys an excellent reputation and high standing in the city.

The Iron Sword Sect has never pursued unrealistically high levels of skill, but rather placed great emphasis on honing one's swordsmanship.

"Tie Zheng has actually come on stage."

If he were to defeat Chen Changsheng, it would be a piece of cake. However, he is a year older, and even if he wins, it would seem as if our various forces are bullying the weak, which wouldn't be very satisfying.

One of Li's disciples muttered sourly.

"Winning is all that matters! I really can't stand Chen Changsheng's arrogant face. It would be best if Young Master Tie Zheng accidentally severed his meridians during the sparring match, then let's see how arrogant he can be then!"

The other person echoed him viciously.

On the Cangwu Academy side, many people were also worried that Tie Zheng might be using pure sparring as a pretext to secretly kill Chen Changsheng and cut off the academy's momentum.

For a moment, several of the academy's seventeen-year-old disciples clenched their fists.

They wanted to get up and step forward to help Chen Changsheng, but when they thought of Tie Zheng's unfathomable swordsmanship, no one dared to take that step easily.

Meeting the gaze directed at him, Chen Changsheng saw only a sincere desire and yearning for martial arts in Tie Zheng's eyes, without any treachery or malice.

A slight tremor ran through his heart.

It seems that not all of these so-called major powers are arrogant, domineering, and shameless hypocrites.

The young man in front of me, named Tie Zheng, is young but upright. Although he has pride, he is by no means blindly arrogant.

Tie Zheng's sincerity made Chen Changsheng unconsciously restrain his previous arrogance, and the prejudice that all forces were mortal enemies in his heart also began to thaw quietly.

Chen Changsheng smiled slightly and returned the greeting with a cupped hand:

"Brother Tie, what are you saying?"

As the young master of the Iron Sword Sect, you have already shown me great respect by taking the initiative to come up on stage and teach a nobody like me, disregarding the rumors of others.

"It is an honor for Changsheng to spar with such a righteous and awe-inspiring person as Brother Tie. Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng took a half step back and raised his right arm horizontally.

Tie Zheng was slightly taken aback when he saw this, clearly not expecting Chen Changsheng, who had previously cursed the major sects in the main hall.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart when I saw how kind and humble he was to me.

"Very well! Since Brother Chen is so forthright, then I, Tie, will gladly oblige you with a good, satisfying fight!"

Tie Zheng laughed heartily, but then hesitated and said, "However, Brother Chen has just fought three battles in a row, and his spiritual power must have been greatly depleted."

Although our sparring is purely for friendly exchange and not about winning or losing, it would be unfair to you to fight now. Why don't you meditate and recover for a while first?

"There's absolutely no need for that."

Chen Changsheng smiled and shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Tie."

But don't worry, Brother Tie, the previous three sparring matches were all decided in the blink of an eye, and my true energy reserves were hardly depleted.

Facing Brother Tie, I naturally must be at my best to live up to his sincerity.

Seeing his insistence, Tie Zheng stopped being coy.

He reached out and touched his storage ring, and a simple, ancient longsword, radiating a chilling light, appeared in his hand, pointing diagonally at the ground.

"This sword is called Zhaodan. It is the Zhenwu Treasure Sword passed down in my sect, and it is also the sword that I cherish as my life. Brother Chen, show me your weapon."

Chen Changsheng smiled faintly: "Brother Tie, please. I am used to fighting empty-handed."

Tie Zheng frowned slightly, then nodded: "Brother Chen is indeed confident. In that case..."

"Brother Tie, please don't misunderstand."

Chen Changsheng then explained, "It's not that I'm so arrogant as to disdain using weapons against you, but rather that since I began cultivating, I have never dabbled in the art of weaponry. These fists and feet are my weapons."

Forcing the use of weapons would only restrict one's actions.

Chen Changsheng has always been like this: if someone treats me with respect, I will treat them with even greater respect.

Tie Zheng treated him with courtesy, and he naturally reciprocated with the utmost sincerity.

Tie Zheng gave Chen Changsheng a deep look, then suddenly burst into hearty laughter:

"Laugh out loud! Good!"

It turns out that Brother Chen is not as blindly arrogant as rumored; he is truly a straightforward person!

Brother Chen, you'd better be careful! My Zhaodan Sword has never been defeated among my peers!

"Brother Tie, please be careful too!"

Chen Changsheng let out a low shout, and the pure Yang energy within his body instantly circulated throughout his entire being.

Facing Tie Zheng, who was also at the first level of Foundation Establishment and possessed astonishing swordsmanship, he abandoned all his contempt and activated the Pure Yang Overlord Body core within his body in an instant, maintaining the best combat readiness.

"Catch the sword!!"

Tie Zheng stomped his foot, and violent sword energy burst forth from his body. The Zhaodan Sword brought a piercing sword cry as it stabbed straight towards Chen Changsheng.

This sword strike appeared ordinary, but its tip was like a shooting star piercing the sky, arriving in an instant with overwhelming sharpness and power, tearing apart the air in its path.

Chen Changsheng's pupils contracted slightly, and his figure retreated to the side like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the stab.

However, just as he was about to seize the opportunity to retaliate, a chilling glint suddenly appeared from his left blind spot.

As the saying goes, a sword move that is too powerful cannot last long; the more powerful and swift the thrust, the easier it is to expose a weakness when the move is finished.

However, after Tie Zheng's sword missed its mark, he instantly used the momentum to transform it into an extremely domineering sweeping attack, the speed of which was completely beyond common sense.

Chen Changsheng had no time to think. He swiftly withdrew his hands, crossed his arms to protect his waist and ribs, and forcefully withstood the horizontal sword strike.

boom!

The moment his arms collided with the sword, an exceptionally powerful and continuous shockwave surged into his body through his arms, causing Chen Changsheng's protective true energy to shake violently. He even had to take three steps back before he could regain his footing.

"What exquisite swordplay! What profound swordsmanship!"

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sincerely admire.

Although Tie Zheng is young, his mastery of the sword has already shown the beginnings of a grandmaster.

"A heavy sword has no edge!"

Tie Zheng pressed his advantage relentlessly, wielding the Zhaodan sword and unleashing a myriad of ancient and rustic sword shadows. Waves of sword energy surged forth like a tide, forcing Chen Changsheng to constantly dodge and weave.

The sword is the king of all weapons, and in Tie Zheng's hands, it displays even greater domineering power, causing a strong wind to rise in the center of the hall.

"Iron strokes and silver hooks!"

"A lone plume of smoke rises from the vast desert!"

"Sword and Footsteps Across Mountains and Rivers!"

…………

After dozens of rounds, each time Tie Zheng struck with his sword, a sword cry resounded throughout the hall. The incomparably powerful and dense sword net forced Chen Changsheng back step by step, completely suppressing him and forcing him into a corner by a pillar at the edge of the hall.

"The setting sun over the long river! Slash!"

Tie Zheng rose from the ground, soaring five zhang into the air, and with both hands gripping Zhao Dan, he fiercely slashed down.

The terrifying pressure of the sword caused the bluestone slabs on the hall floor to crack inch by inch. In this desperate situation with no way to avoid it, Chen Changsheng suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, his arms radiating a brilliant crimson-gold light, and he actually charged headlong into the sword that could shatter mountains and split rocks with his own flesh and blood!

"My God! Has he gone mad?"

Most of the academy's students were so frightened that they cried out in alarm.

However, the expected carnage did not occur the moment Chen Changsheng's arms collided with the sword.

At the very moment of contact, Chen Changsheng's arm jerked diagonally in a strange arc, perfectly utilizing the sticky technique of pure Yang true energy to forcibly deflect the destructive trajectory of the sword strike!

boom!

The sword energy slashed at the edge of the hall, creating a crater several meters deep.

In the instant he perfectly neutralized the force of his opponent's sword strike, Chen Changsheng pressed his advantage and delivered a powerful punch straight to Tie Zheng's wide-open chest.

Despite the danger, Tie Zheng remained calm. Although he was unable to muster a powerful sword aura again in the rush, he skillfully used the end of his sword hilt to barely block Chen Changsheng's fist.

The two forces collided, and each was thrown back several steps.

The two, having stopped at a certain distance, did not immediately engage in combat again.

At this moment, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence so profound that even the sound of falling leaves could be heard.

Although it was only a brief exchange of a few dozen blows, Tie Zheng's swordsmanship, as swift and powerful as a storm or a gazelle leaping over a cliff, was so flawless that countless experts present secretly marveled at it.

But what truly baffled and shocked everyone, leaving them speechless for a long time, was:

Faced with such astonishing swordsmanship and the suppression of a cultivation level two levels higher, after dozens of rounds, Chen Changsheng, who was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, was actually... completely unharmed!

Not only did he not show any signs of defeat, but he even managed to fight Tie Zheng to a standstill through subtle changes in his moves!

"It seems that finding Brother Chen to spar with today was the most correct and satisfying decision I've ever made in my life!"

Tie Zheng twirled his sword with a flourish, his resolute face filled with the fervent excitement of finding his lifelong friend.

"Same to you."

Chen Changsheng smiled slightly, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp as an eagle, and his voice carried a domineering and unparalleled warning:

"Well then, Brother Tie... you'd better watch out from here on out!"

Tie Zheng's swordsmanship was almost perfect; there was no flaw to be found in his moves.

Since skill alone cannot win, the only way to break the current stalemate is to crush all of the opponent's sword strikes with absolute power!

Chen Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and at this moment, he unleashed all the power of the Pure Yang Overlord Body's Two Yangs without reservation.

That surge of violent, crimson-gold true energy, squeezed from the depths of his bones and blood, rushed into his arms like a river flowing into the sea, overwhelming him without reservation!