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"Haha, good! Actually, to be honest, I suddenly wish I could be defeated by Brother Chen."

However, even so, I will absolutely not hold back!

Tie Zheng laughed loudly, his eyes instantly turning cold again. He brandished his sword, Zhaodan, and roared, "Take this strike... Sunburst Nine Heavens Slash!"

A tremendous force rapidly condensed on the sword as the Zhaodan Sword was wielded.

The people in the main hall faintly heard the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling, and their faces showed amazement.

At that moment, the fierce sword light swept towards Chen Changsheng... This move could be used for both thrusting and slashing.

It can pierce anything that is impenetrable, and cleave a thousand armies in one fell swoop.

Tie Zheng chose to swing horizontally, clearly because he was all too familiar with the power of this sword strike.

If he were to strike with full force, Chen Changsheng might not be able to dodge in time under the pressure of his aura and would be seriously injured.

A horizontal slash would be more likely to hit Chen Changsheng, preventing irreparable and devastating damage.

The ancient, sharp sword fell, carrying an astonishing pressure akin to a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging with wind and clouds.

The brilliance of this sword strike far surpasses any of Tie Zheng's previous moves.

But what surprised Tie Zheng greatly, and shocked everyone present, was...

Faced with such a terrifying and powerful sword aura, Chen Changsheng did not choose to dodge with his strange and mysterious movement technique. Instead, he stood firmly in place without moving, raised his right arm, and directly faced the sweeping Zhaodan sword!

"Holy crap! Has he gone mad?!"

A large number of sect disciples in the hall immediately roared out in shock.

"Get out of the way!"

The instructors from Cangwu Academy also shouted out loud.

As experts far superior to these younger generation, they could certainly see just how terrifying the destructive power was contained in Tie Zheng's sword strike.

However, Chen Changsheng ignored the exclamations of surprise around him.

His right arm accelerated again, relying on his incomparably powerful Pure Yang Body to slam into the True Martial Sword, which was full of immense power.

Clang!

Suddenly, an extremely piercing metallic clang rang out in the main hall.

When Chen Changsheng's flesh and blood collided with the Zhaodan Sword, Tie Zheng thought that the power of this sword would be enough to send the opponent flying dozens of meters away.

But at the very moment of impact, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!

Because he clearly felt as if his precious sword had slammed into an indestructible, incredibly heavy piece of ancient divine iron, and an unimaginable force of recoil suddenly surged through the sword...

Tie Zheng felt a tightness in his chest, and his body uncontrollably somersaulted in the air and fell backward.

After landing, he staggered back five or six steps before finally regaining his footing, his hands and arms holding the sword feeling numb.

If it weren't for the fact that his mastery of swordsmanship had been deeply ingrained in his bones since childhood, the sudden and terrifying recoil would have been enough to make his Zhaodan Sword fly out of his hand on the spot.

On the other hand, Chen Changsheng only took two or three steps back before he stood firmly in place.

He gently shook his right arm, which was also somewhat numb, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Wh...what!"

Tie Zheng's father, Tie Qianqiu, the sect leader of the Iron Sword Sect, suddenly stood up from his seat.

This powerful figure, who once dominated Cangwu City and held a top-tier position, was so shocked by the scene before him that he lost his composure on the spot!

As the person in charge of the Iron Sword Sect, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the power of his son Tie Zheng's "Nine Heavens Sun Slash" was.

Even opponents whose cultivation surpasses the third level of Iron Steel might not dare to take it head-on with their physical bodies.

But Chen Changsheng, who was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, actually... actually!!!

If Tie Qianqiu was so shocked, then the others in the audience must have been even more so.

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground, and the eyes of several high-ranking members of the Cangwu Academy almost popped out of their sockets.

In this short period of time, Chen Changsheng had given them one shock after another, and this time, he was so shocked that they almost screamed.

Having withstood the sword strike head-on, Chen Changsheng's eyes became even calmer and more profound.

Because he knew he was destined to win this battle.

The terrifying power of the fully awakened Yang energy within him still far exceeded his expectations.

He looked at the dazed Tie Zheng and chuckled softly, "Brother Tie, it's my turn to prepare for an attack this time!"

Chen Changsheng took a step forward, his body moving like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye he was already close to Tie Zheng.

Tie Zheng's temperament was indeed far beyond that of ordinary people his age. He immediately recovered from his shock, and with lightning speed, he raised his Zhaodan sword, sweeping across Chen Changsheng who was already close by with a sharp sword aura.

Clang!

The sword collided head-on with Chen Changsheng's right fist, producing another deafening metallic clang.

Tie Zheng leaned back, his arm went numb, and he almost dropped the sword hilt. He was filled with utter horror...

The spiritual power of the Foundation Establishment stage combined with the sword aura was so easily blocked by the opponent's fist. How could this be the physical strength of someone who also belongs to the Foundation Establishment stage!

Shocked, Tie Zheng took a deep breath and released all his true energy without reservation.

His mastery of swordsmanship was pushed to the limit; the Zhaodan Sword unleashed a sky full of chilling sword shadows, completely enveloping Chen Changsheng's entire body.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang... Clang!

The True Martial Sword and Chen Changsheng's iron fist collided wildly more than a dozen times, producing an incredibly dense metallic hum.

At the moment of the final collision, Chen Changsheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he threw out both fists, striking the spine of the Zhaodan Sword squarely.

Clang!

"Well!"

Tie Zheng let out a muffled groan, feeling as if he had been struck head-on by an irresistible storm.

His steps faltered violently backward, and he staggered back more than ten steps before finally stopping, his hands gripping the longsword trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng withdrew his hands and looked at him calmly, but did not press his advantage and launch another attack.

Tie Zheng let out a long sigh of relief and slowly put the Zhaodan Sword back into his storage ring.

He straightened up, gave Chen Changsheng a grateful and gentle smile, and said, "Brother Chen, I have lost, and I admit defeat wholeheartedly."

Others might not be able to perceive it, but Tie Zheng knew it better than anyone else.

In that final head-on collision, the immense force Chen Changsheng unleashed completely exceeded his tolerance limit, enough to send his sword flying out of his hand.

But in that humiliating moment when his sword was about to slip from his grasp, Chen Changsheng, with remarkable agility and deliberate intent, forcefully withdrew that violent force...

The Iron Sword Sect reveres the sword. For a swordsman, having his weapon knocked from his hand in full view of others is a near-devastating humiliation, almost worse than being killed.

Chen Changsheng's actions were undoubtedly a deliberate act of holding back at the last moment, preserving his dignity completely.

"If possible, I would like to be friends with Brother Chen," Tie Zheng said sincerely.

"With those words from you, we are already friends." Chen Changsheng smiled slightly.

Tie Zheng was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Changsheng.

He smiled sincerely, then gracefully stepped down from the dueling platform.

"Father, I have lost, and I am convinced of my defeat, but I am also very happy with my defeat."

Tie Zheng walked to his father Tie Qianqiu's side and said calmly.

"What a wonderful match!"

Tie Qianqiu exclaimed sincerely, a pleased smile on his face:

"Your progress has surprised your father."

Although you lost, it doesn't mean you're weak. On the contrary, you demonstrated a level of swordsmanship that exceeded expectations.

Instead, it was this child named Chen Changsheng…

He gave the boy on the stage a deep look, "This child will surely become a true dragon soaring through the heavens in the future."

However, this time, he offended almost all the major sects in the city. You should know what he might encounter in the great calamity to come.

Even so, are you still determined to become friends with him?

Without even thinking, Tie Zheng firmly nodded.

"Good! This is a true man, a man who stands tall and upright, a true son of mine, Tie Qianqiu!"

Tie Qianqiu laughed heartily, his eyes filled with recognition of Chen Changsheng's potential.

Meanwhile, the main hall was already in an uproar.

"He actually defeated even Young Master Tie Zheng! My God! Am I dreaming all this time?!"

"Is he really only at the first level of Foundation Establishment? Hiss—how is this possible! This is terrifying…he's practically a monster!"

The sect leaders and elders of the seven major forces could not help but focus their attention on Chen Changsheng at this moment.

The Cangwu Academy, which they had always looked down upon openly and secretly, had actually produced such a prodigy.

With his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he defeated Lei Zhen of the Heavenly Blade Sect, Hong Lie of the Blazing Fire Sect, Feng Yu of the Wind Control Valley, and then Tie Zheng, the young sect master of the Iron Sword Sect...

If this gets out, no one would believe it unless they were there in person!

Their shameless plan to give the new dean a hard time, as they had done before, was completely disrupted by Chen Changsheng's absolute force.

Instead, it became a personal performance show for the other party to make a name for themselves, and in turn, it made Cangwu Academy completely arrogant in front of them.

He slapped them several times with a loud thud.

"Cousin...is this really my cousin?"

Tie Niu stared wide-eyed at the imposing figure in the center of the hall, a figure that had captured the attention of everyone present. He couldn't reconcile this figure with the one who had been ridiculed and scorned in the past.

The true disciples of Cangwu Academy clenched their fists, their eyes burning with determination.

His excitement reached its peak, and his prestige within the Martial Academy reached an unprecedented height at this moment.

Many of the female disciples looked at Chen Changsheng with stars of admiration in their eyes.

Especially those who had greeted Chen Changsheng before, the thought of how she had actually told him that she would protect him from now on made her blush... How incredibly shameless of her to say that!

Of course, amidst this overwhelming cheer, there were also those with gloomy expressions, such as... Dugu Cheng.

While his fellow disciples were secretly cheering for Chen Changsheng, Dugu Cheng sat to the side.

My knuckles turned white from squeezing too hard.

He felt extremely uncomfortable because Chen Changsheng had made a huge splash today, even single-handedly reversing the academy's decline.

It is easy to imagine how terrifyingly popular Chen Changsheng will become in the academy in the future, perhaps even far surpassing his former popularity in the True Inheritance Garden.

What fueled his jealousy even more was when he turned to look at Nangong Yue beside him.

They discovered that this usually aloof and icy fairy was now staring intently at Chen Changsheng in the center of the arena, her clear and beautiful eyes shimmering with a look of amazement and unusual brilliance that she had never shown to him before!

This scene ignited a furious surge of jealousy within Dugu Cheng, causing him to clench his teeth and secretly vow revenge.

He's just a wild boy from a remote village!

Today I'll let you be smug to your heart's content. After today, I will make you know who the real boss of Cangwu Academy is. I secretly planted a vicious plan in my heart to get rid of him in the future!

"Including Brother Tie, we've lost four in a row... Who's next to take on the challenge?"

Chen Changsheng stood proudly in the center of the hall, looking at the seats of the various sects in front of him, and once again openly challenged them.

Having defeated Feng Yu, he intimidated all the geniuses in the sixteen-year-old category, leaving none daring to challenge him. Now, having defeated the renowned Tie Zheng in a head-on confrontation, naturally no one among his peers dared to respond.

The entire hall remained deathly silent for nearly half a minute. The younger generation of the seven major sects looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one responded.

Just then, a disdainful sneer suddenly rang out from one side of the seats occupied by the ancient aristocratic families:

"In the sixteen-year-old category, the disciples we brought are indeed at a disadvantage in terms of both quantity and quality."

In this round, even if we, the younger generation, are not as good as you.

"Heh, but... do you dare let your academy's older disciples, aged seventeen and eighteen, come up on stage and spar with us? Let's see if they have as much backbone as you!"

Upon hearing this, the various sects, who were previously in an awkward position, immediately responded enthusiastically, attempting to completely salvage their previous reputation by challenging the senior disciples of the Martial Academy.

Faced with this shameless attempt to divert attention, Chen Changsheng merely smiled coldly and retorted with an extremely sharp provocation:

"Want to challenge our Cangwu Academy's senior brothers and sisters who are over sixteen years old?"

Sure, but you all should at least defeat me, a sixteen-year-old newcomer, first, right?

Otherwise, if I can't even beat them, how could I be qualified to challenge my senior brothers and sisters...

Hey, the guy who just spoke, you must be at least eighteen or nineteen years old, right?

Why don't you condescend to challenge me, a sixteen-year-old academy disciple?

If you can defeat me, you can challenge whichever of my senior brothers I want. But if... you can't even beat a junior like me who's only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, heh...

Upon hearing this arrogant provocation, people turned to look at the person who had spoken earlier.

The moment the person slowly raised their head and revealed their true face, the academy disciples who were about to shout all fell silent as if their throats had been choked. Even the high-ranking members of the martial arts academy on the main seat showed expressions of surprise.

This person... this person is actually...

What came into view was a young face of about eighteen or nineteen years old, slightly pale and gloomy.

He slowly glanced at Chen Changsheng on the stage with his indifferent eyes, which were as still as a stagnant pool.

Then a cold, utterly disdainful laugh curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard the most absurd and utterly ridiculous joke in the world:

"You mean... you're going to challenge me today?"