All crippled?

This Divine Machine Camp Instructor has quite the mouth on him! Does he even know who Shen Cheng is? He must have a death wish, talking like that.

"Just you?"

Shen Lian sneered. "It's not that I look down on you, but my brother could take on ten people like you by himself! And you're delusional enough to say you'll cripple us? Dream on!"

"It seems you've forgotten what happened last time." Shi Potian cracked his knuckles and sneered, "Do you really think you're something special just because you found a backer? Instructor Lin doesn't even need to lift a finger to cripple you!"

Stepping forward, Shi Potian grinned. "Kid, if you're not convinced, how about another round?"

This Shen Lian really thinks he's someone special now that he has his big brother to back him up. Looks like I'll have to teach him another lesson.

"You..." Shen Lian's face flushed with anger, and he snorted coldly. "I was careless last time, and you got me with a sneak attack. In a fair fight, you'd be no match for me."

"Enough nonsense. Do you dare or not?" Seeing a flicker of fear in Shen Lian's eyes, Shi Potian spoke with utter disdain. "Looks like you're just a spineless coward. How embarrassing for you to come to our Divine Machine Camp and cause trouble!"

Shi Potian's words pierced Shen Lian's heart like steel needles, and his expression turned grim. But the fear Shi Potian had instilled in him during their last encounter was too potent; even now, the memory made him tremble.

"My junior brother Shen is injured. Are you trying to take advantage of him?" a disciple from the Bagua Sect shouted as he stepped forward, glancing scornfully at the Divine Machine Camp members. "Divine Machine Camp? Pah!"

"Watch out!"

Before the disciple could finish his sentence, Chang Chun suddenly cried out a warning. He was about to make a move, but it was already too late.

BANG!

With a scream, the Bagua Sect disciple was sent flying. His entire nose had caved in; he was finished. The disciple lay on the ground wailing, his agonizing cries making everyone else feel his pain.

Shi Potian raised a finger and wagged it slowly. "Is this what a Bagua Sect disciple is made of? Too weak!"

So you look down on the Divine Machine Camp? Then what does that make your Bagua Sect? At that moment, the members of the Divine Machine Camp felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

"You have some nerve! How dare you lay a hand on one of my Bagua Sect!" Chang Chun's face twisted with rage, his eyes glinting with a cold light. "Today, you die!"

"Save the big talk, or you'll end up just like him," Shi Potian retorted, his expression full of contemptuous mockery.

Influenced by Lin Mu, Shi Potian was no longer the timid, slow-witted security guard he once was. His words were now incredibly sharp.

"Who are you?" Shen Cheng asked. "The Divine Machine Camp doesn't seem to have anyone of your description."

"I am Shi Potian." Shi Potian pointed to his chest. "The current captain of the Divine Machine Camp!"

Shen Cheng glanced at Jiaolong, the smile on his face widening. "But not for long."

Seeing that Shen Cheng was about to act, Chang Chun proactively stepped forward. "Brother Shen, there's no need for you to handle this person. Allow me!"

Shen Cheng simply smiled and nodded, unconcerned.

"Kid, do you dare fight me in a life-or-death battle!" Chang Chun's tone was severe, immediately demanding a duel to the death.

"Absolutely not!" Kong Lin interjected. "Shen Cheng, I don't care what your status is or how powerful the Bagua Sect might be. This is my territory! Are you trying to run wild on my turf?!"

As Kong Lin flared up, Chang Chun hesitated. After all, no matter how formidable the Bagua Sect was, this was still the Southeast Military Region.

Shen Cheng, however, turned to Director Zou and asked, "Director Zou, what are your thoughts?"

"I think..."

Before Director Zou could finish, Lin Mu spoke up. "I think it's a fine idea," he said with a lazy smile. "Since someone from the Bagua Sect wants to challenge my Divine Machine Camp's captain, we should allow it. After all, I trained Xiao Tian myself. If he wins, won't that just further prove my training methods are correct?"

When Lin Mu finished speaking, even Director Zou's expression changed.

This guy... Still so arrogant! But that's Chang Chun, the head disciple of the Bagua Sect! He's in the Inner Strength Realm; there are few Martial Artists of his caliber in the entire Southeast Five Provinces. Could Shi Potian really do it?

"Instructor Lin..." Kong Lin's expression grew anxious, wanting to stop Lin Mu from being so impulsive.

But Lin Mu stated coldly, "I am still the instructor of the Divine Machine Camp. Here, I call the shots!"

"Since you're seeking death, I will grant your wish!" Chang Chun pointed a finger at Lin Mu. "After I'm done with him, you're next!"

"Trash from the Bagua Sect like you isn't qualified to fight my brother!" A cold light surged in Shi Potian's eyes. "I'm more than enough to deal with you!"

As he spoke, Shi Potian beckoned with his finger. "Come on. Since you want a life-or-death battle, I'll be taking that pathetic life of yours!"

As the head disciple of the Bagua Sect, Chang Chun had his pride. Having been humiliated repeatedly by Shi Potian, he was thoroughly enraged.

"You conceited brat!" Chang Chun walked slowly toward Shi Potian. "You think you're invincible just because you beat my junior brother Shen? Today, I'll teach you that no matter how good you are, there's always someone better!"

BOOM!

Chang Chun stomped his foot, and a crack instantly split the ground of the training field. He himself transformed into a blurry afterimage, rocketing toward Shi Potian. He was incredibly fast; the onlookers couldn't even follow his movements.

However, a strange voice cut through the tension from the side. "The people from this Bagua Sect are so weak."

The speaker was Leng Feng. Everyone was stunned by his words. Chang Chun was the head disciple of the Bagua Sect, his strength undeniable. He was considered a major figure in the entire Southern Capital. And yet, Leng Feng's assessment was that he was "so weak"?

"A brat who only knows how to run his mouth. Do you really think you understand anything after beating a few pieces of trash?" Xie Hui sneered maliciously. "You can't even begin to imagine my senior brother's strength. In the Southern Capital, who doesn't know the name of Chang Chun, 'the Little Bagua'..."

BANG!

Before Xie Hui could finish, a figure was sent flying back. It was Chang Chun! The webs of his hands were split open and bleeding, and his face was a mask of pure shock.

Chang Chun is injured? How is this possible?

"You really do have some skill. I underestimated you," Chang Chun said, his face darkening. The killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense. "But that won't change the outcome."

"Bagua Palm!" Chang Chun roared, thrusting his palm forward. Compared to Xie Hui, Chang Chun's Bagua Palm was fiercer and packed far more power. The very dirt on the ground was churned up by the force.

A cold smile touched Shi Potian's lips. "Divine Demon Fist!" he roared, throwing a punch of his own.

CRACK!

PFFT!

The first sound was Chang Chun's arm shattering. The second was the sound of him spitting blood. In full view of everyone, Chang Chun was blasted backward.

However, before Chang Chun could even hit the ground, Shi Potian was on him, his eyes bulging with rage, intent on killing him with a single punch.

"Stop!"

"How dare you!"

Two voices cried out at the same time. One was Director Zou's, the other was Shen Cheng's.

As he shouted, Shen Cheng blurred into motion and slapped his palm onto Shi Potian's back. Shi Potian's body was as solid as an iron tower; he didn't budge an inch.

A flicker of shock crossed Shen Cheng's eyes.

This man... His physique is incredible!

SPLAT!

At that same instant, Shi Potian's fist smashed directly into Chang Chun's head. His skull shattered.

The head disciple of the Bagua Sect was dead.

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