The elders of the Extreme Fist Sect looked at each other, feeling extremely troubled.

Challenges like this were common, but the opponent sent a disciple who was too young, breaking through to a martial artist at just fifteen.

To respond appropriately, the age of the disciple who takes the field cannot be too different, or it would draw ridicule from outsiders.

So, here comes the problem.

The Extreme Fist Sect currently does not have a fifteen-year-old martial artist.

There are not many sixteen-year-olds either, most are in the seventeen or eighteen range.

Who should be sent?

While the elders were entangled in their thoughts, the young disciples were also considering the gains and losses in their minds.

Meanwhile, Lou Yi, at the first glance of Qi Bao, quietly retreated to an inconspicuous corner at the back of the group.

Rushing forward to steal the spotlight and defeating Qi Bao?

That doesn't fit his plan for stable growth; rather, it would expose him to everyone's view.

By that time, being recognized by Qi Bao and targeted by the Heavy Sword Sect, it was very likely his body would end up in pieces; he, Lou Yi, wasn't that foolish.

At this time, among the disciples of the Extreme Fist Sect, a few were already itching to move, seeing a rare opportunity to become famous!

Huang Longgang sat at the front, yawning out of boredom.

What challenge, what sect honor, what prodigious youth, what did they have to do with him?

As he was thinking, he suddenly widened his eyes, a blazing fury erupting within them.

Jia Hong and Zhou Yang, at this moment, happened to walk in hand in hand, looking intimate, a vivid pair of earthly lovebirds.

Yet he, Huang Longgang, had not even once held Jia Hong's little hand!

What about me, what about me!

Huang Longgang roared in his heart.

His limbs went numb, his chest ached as if it would explode, he desperately needed to vent this negative emotion.

'Bang!'

Suddenly standing up, he knocked the chair behind him to the ground, shouting loudly: "Little brat from the Heavy Sword Sect, let me meet you!"

Huang Longgang lunged out powerfully, sprinting towards Qi Bao.

His whole body's muscles tensed and consolidated during the run, and when he was a few yards from Qi Bao, he leapt into the air, the Secret Blood converging on his right arm at that moment, causing it to turn a bright red.

"Die!"

His fist swung out with full force, aimed at the opponent's head.

A crisp 'pa' sound was heard by all, much stronger than ordinary firecracker sounds, one can imagine the impact.

An ordinary person, if hit, would at least become a fool, even dying on the spot wasn't impossible.

Huang Longgang's face showed a bloodthirsty expression.

He wanted to vent now, using this person to establish his power, perhaps even recover some of Jia Hong's affection.

However, he found that the opposing Qi Bao, not only wasn't afraid, instead showed a trace of disdain on his face.

Then, the opponent made a move.

He didn't draw a sword, but instead launched a simple straightforward punch to his chest.

Just this?

Huang Longgang wanted to laugh, but soon he couldn't.

Because the opponent's punch was too fast.

So fast that even before he could react, it already landed on his chest.

'Crack!'

With the sound of an obvious bone fracture, Huang Longgang flew up like a kite, then heavily fell to the ground again.

"Puh!"

And timely spat a large mouthful of blood.

"Is this the Extreme Fist, nothing more than that."

Qi Bao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

The elders of the Extreme Fist Sect all showed rather unsightly expressions.

The Heavy Sword Sect disciple didn't even draw his sword, instead used fists to defeat their sect's disciple with one blow.

If this gets out, the reputation the Extreme Fist Sect painstakingly tried to recover is likely to stink even more.

Great Elder Zhou Bufeng signaled a disciple with his eyes.

The other party reluctantly stood up, but before he took two steps, a furious voice was heard: "Go die!"

Huang Longgang got up from the ground, launching a sneak attack from behind Qi Bao.

And in his hand, he clutched an elegantly designed golden dagger, ruthlessly stabbing towards the back of the opponent's neck!

"How dare you!"

"Stop!"

Both the people from the Heavy Sword Sect and the Extreme Fist Sect shouted in shock and anger at that moment.

Yet Qi Bao remained unafraid in the face of danger, and the wide sword behind him finally unsheathed.

His waist twisted nimbly, executing a move called "Looking Back at the Moon," which precisely hit Huang Longgang's chest, barely piercing through his clothing and drawing blood from his skin.

Huang Longgang raised his dagger, his eyes widened in fear, not daring to move an inch.

Afraid that if his opponent's sword advanced just one more inch, he would truly meet King Yama.

For though the death penalty might be waived, punishment was inevitable.

Suddenly, he was slapped in the face by the flat of the wide sword, collapsing to the ground with a miserable scream.

"Mere vermin, this is your warning," Qi Bao said coldly.

"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!" Huang Longgang roared in madness, flailing on the ground.

Several disciples of the Extreme Fist Sect, unable to watch any longer, forcibly dragged him away.

"I have failed to discipline him properly, I apologize for the embarrassment," Elder Zhou, who had mentored Huang Longgang for some time, came forward to take the blame and ease the awkwardness.

Upon hearing this, Qi Bao clasped his fists and said, "I humbly ask for guidance from your sect's senior brothers and sisters."

"I will face you!"

Among the five newly advanced inner disciples of the Extreme Fist Sect, a male disciple accepted the challenge.

He appeared to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with long and steady breath, a stable posture, and feet that seemed to grip the ground as he walked, indicating an incredibly solid foundation.

"It's Li Chunwen. Before he broke through to Martial Artist, he had already mastered our sect's fist techniques and received praise from several elders!"

"Li Chunwen's strength is incomparable to someone like Huang Longgang, who broke through by taking medicine!"

Under the expectant gaze of those from the Extreme Fist Sect.

Li Chunwen quickly struck three punches, each one explosive and targeting Qi Bao's vital areas such as the head and neck, yet Qi Bao easily dodged them.

When it came to the fourth punch.

Qi Bao smashed him in the waist with a horizontal sweep of his sword, sending him crashing onto a long table, shattering the dishes on it, sauces splattering everywhere, leaving him in a sorry state.

"I'll go!"

The third to step forward was a disciple who had successfully passed his trial last year and had more experience than Li Chunwen.

But under Qi Bao's hand, he couldn't even last ten moves before having his hairpin sliced off by a sword, yelping in fright, thinking his head had been cut off.

Next, Qi Bao defeated two more people in succession.

Among them was a disciple who had already broken through to the Two Blood Realm, over nineteen years old, more than four years older than Qi Bao.

At this point, the crowd was shocked to realize that this Heavy Sword Sect prodigy had already broken through to the Two Blood Realm!

At less than sixteen years old, achieving Two Blood was remarkable in the entire history of Tai City!

"Incredible, simply incredible, breaking through to Two Blood at fifteen means becoming a Circulation Martial Artist is a sure thing. It's not impossible for him to break through to Martial Artist in the future!"

"The Heavy Sword Sect's five Full Cycle Circulation Martial Artists already make it immensely powerful. With a rising star like Qi Bao, the future landscape of Tai City is likely to change!"

"A formidable young talent, truly a formidable young talent!"

The Heavy Sword Sect's arrival had long attracted a crowd of spectators who loved excitement.

They showered Qi Bao with all kinds of praise and were very optimistic about the future development of the Heavy Sword Sect.

"Alright, let's not forget we're here to congratulate. You may step down now."

Seeing the sullen atmosphere within the Extreme Fist Sect, with everyone seething with anger and even the Circulation Martial Artists eager to move, the Miao Brothers wisely retreated, giving the order.

Qi Bao clasped his fists respectfully, performed a salute, and decisively retreated behind the elder members of his sect.

"We must not lack in courtesy, someone, please deliver the congratulatory gift!"

On the Heavy Sword Sect's side, two strong men came forward, carrying an exquisite heavy mahogany box, which they placed on the ground with a 'thud'.

The box lid was opened, revealing various top-quality silks, jade, silverware, porcelain, and more inside.

The primary goal of damaging the opponent's reputation had been achieved, and they didn't care about monetary gain.

The elders of the Heavy Sword Sect laughed aloud, leading their people away confidently.

Leaving nothing but chaos behind for the entire Extreme Fist Sect.

Everyone looked gloomy, their spirits low.

What was supposed to be a grand inner disciple ceremony had now turned into a farce after the Heavy Sword Sect's humiliating visit.

Some fence-sitting factions even made excuses to leave, obviously afraid of offending the Heavy Sword Sect.

And in the darkest moment for the Extreme Fist Sect, Lou Yi shrank in the corner, quietly contemplating something.

"I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

Huang Longgang's earlier threats against Qi Bao, filled with murderous intent, still rang in his ears.

This is an opportunity!

Lou Yi's eyes brightened, having already devised a plan in his heart.

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