On the martial arts stage.
Two prodigy disciples, originally evenly matched, but now Zong Hentian’s appearance was shocking. At this moment, Feng Xiaoling’s heroic figure on the stage completely crushed Zong Hentian, leaving him not even a trace of dignity.
“In Jiuxiao Sect, I’ve heard of your name; you’re one of the strongest prodigy disciples of the Holy Sect,” Feng Xiaoling remarked with praise. However, his tone suddenly shifted, “But hearing about you doesn’t compare to meeting you. You’re truly disappointing. You’re not even worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as me.”
Feng Xiaoling, elegant and composed, gently waved his folding fan, clearly not taking Zong Hentian seriously. His cold, aloof gaze carried a hint of disdain.
At this moment, Zong Hentian desperately wanted to crush his opponent, but the pain in his crotch prevented him from even speaking. Opening his mouth might cause him to faint from the agony.
Master Lin’s method was indeed brutal. If he had known it would be this painful, he would have preferred to lose rather than endure such torment.
This pain was not only physical but also psychological.
“Big Brother Zong, come on…” At this moment, the other disciples waved their hands energetically, cheering for Zong Hentian.
The disciples on the competition stage exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth and began to cheer as well.
After all, regardless of how much face Zong Hentian had lost, he was still their senior brother, and they hoped he could win.
“The match begins…” Elder Pu glanced at Zong Hentian and sighed helplessly. What had happened to the sect lately?
Was this year destined to be a crushing defeat?
“Brother Wuya, it seems Jiuxiao Sect will win this round,” Liang Yichu observed the situation on the stage, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Wuya did not respond, his gaze fixed on the martial arts stage. He was at a loss for words at Liang Yichu’s smugness.
Come on, show some spirit…
At this moment, Feng Xiaoling snapped his folding fan shut, pointing coldly and arrogantly at Zong Hentian, “Attack! I’m afraid you won’t even have the chance to counter if I strike.”
As Feng Xiaoling spoke, the Holy Sect disciples became furious, their faces flushed with anger, discussing amongst themselves.
“This guy is too arrogant, even more so than Xin Feng.”
“Although today’s condition of Big Brother Zong is unknown, he’s not someone who can be looked down upon so easily.”
“Big Brother Zong is one of our sect’s strongest prodigies. Who does he think he is to belittle him like this?”
“Go, Big Brother Zong! Show this guy the might of our Holy Sect.”
…
Zong Hentian’s bloodshot eyes stared at Feng Xiaoling. Right now, he was in so much pain that he had no mood at all. Although this guy was extremely arrogant and infuriating, compared to the pain in his crotch, he cared more about his own agony.
“Attack already, don’t waste time,” Feng Xiaoling said, his hands clasped behind his back, staring directly at Zong Hentian.
“Stand up already. Let’s finish this quickly; there are many more matches to go,” Lin Fan urged at this moment.
In Lin Fan’s view, the moment Zong Hentian unleashed his power, Feng Xiaoling would no longer be a match.
Although he had never bestowed power upon anyone before, Zong Hentian was the first test subject. However, he believed that anything from the system was of top quality.
“Your fellow disciple seems amusing, urging you to end it quickly, knowing you’re going to lose. I think you should just forfeit—it’s not a disgraceful thing,” Feng Xiaoling said with a smile.
“You’re wrong…” At this moment, Zong Hentian took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Hmm?” Feng Xiaoling’s expression slightly changed.
Zong Hentian slowly stood up, trembling. His tightly closed legs slightly parted, and at that instant, the blood and energy within his body, already refined to the extreme, erupted with a thunderous roar.
“Ahh…”
At this moment, Zong Hentian’s expression was fierce, his bloodshot eyes instantly turning completely red. At the moment he stood up, an unparalleled pain reached its peak.
His long hair, flowing in the breeze, stood upright.
“I can’t take it anymore—fight!” With a furious roar, Zong Hentian’s explosive voice shook the minds of the lower-cultivation disciples.
Lin Fan watched the scene on the stage in astonishment, instantly stunned.
He never expected that the “testicle-kick” enhancement would be this powerful. Zong Hentian was now completely different from before, like night and day.
“This is impossible!” Liang Yichu’s expression changed on the high platform as he looked down in disbelief.
Just a moment ago, that disciple had suddenly emitted a violent aura.
“Ah…” Wuya, who had previously lost all hope, was instantly amazed, sensing the change in Zong Hentian.
This aura was significantly stronger than before—much, much stronger.
“Come…” At this moment, Zong Hentian roared furiously, a whirlwind rising beneath his feet. He tightly gripped his head with both hands, the pain in his crotch reaching his brain, unbearable.
Feng Xiaoling’s originally aloof expression instantly changed at this moment.
“This…”
Before Feng Xiaoling could finish speaking, Zong Hentian, unable to endure any longer, erupted violently, his fierce aura sweeping across the entire arena.
“Take my palm strike!”
At this moment, Zong Hentian strode forward, each step colliding with the ground, producing a series of dull sounds.
A palm strike covered in true energy, carrying unstoppable violent force, crushed toward Feng Xiaoling.
Feng Xiaoling’s expression changed at this moment, his true energy surging through his body. “I like direct confrontation.”
He also struck out with a palm, ready to test whose power was stronger.
Lin Fan, standing among the prodigy disciples watching everything unfold, revealed a faint smile on his lips. “The outcome is already decided. No need to watch anymore.”
“Boom…”
In an instant, a thunderous explosion erupted. Two massive palms of true energy collided, generating a powerful storm of energy.
“It’s nothing special…” At this moment, Feng Xiaoling sneered, but in the next instant, his expression changed, and he exclaimed in disbelief.
“How is this possible?”
At this moment, Zong Hentian’s face was flushed red, and puffs of white vapor shot from the top of his head.
“Boom…”
With one palm strike, Zong Hentian unleashed unstoppable force. Feng Xiaoling’s body flew like a broken kite, crashing down from the stage.
At this moment, the entire venue erupted in shock.
The Jiuxiao Sect disciples looked at each other in disbelief, unable to accept what had just happened—how could Feng Xiaoling lose so easily?
On the stage, Liang Yichu stood up, his eyes wide with shock, almost wanting to scream out, “Impossible!”
“Brother Yichu, sorry for the small victory,” Elder Wuya, recovering from his astonishment, smiled slightly and said.
Master Yan, who had remained silent throughout, finally revealed a faint smile at the corner of his lips upon witnessing this scene.
The disciples in the audience seats went wild with cheers at this moment.
“We won… we won…”
“Haha, I didn’t expect it to be this easy.”
“Big Brother Zong truly lives up to his reputation. This guy was so arrogant before, but he was just knocked off the stage with one palm strike from our senior brother.”
Even some of the female disciples displayed expressions of disdain—good-looking but weak, it turned out he was this feeble.
“Second match: Zong Hentian, Holy Sect’s prodigy disciple, wins.”
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“Again…” Looking at Feng Xiaoling flying backward, Zong Hentian roared furiously.
That last palm strike had been drenched in sweat. With each strike, the pain had slightly lessened. But now that the opponent had fallen, what should he do?
Feng Xiaoling struggled to his feet below the stage, his face stunned as he looked at Zong Hentian, still unable to figure out what had just happened. Why had he lost so decisively? This… this…
When Feng Xiaoling saw the gazes of the surrounding disciples, his handsome face turned red with embarrassment, feeling deeply humiliated.
Eventually, Lin Fan had others pull Zong Hentian down from the stage, who was still furiously roaring.
The side effects of the “testicle-kick” were indeed severe. Not only did it stimulate potential, but it also made a person crave battle. Even after the match had concluded, he was still standing on the stage, provoking his opponent, making others feel extremely awkward.
Looking at Feng Xiaoling’s expression of despair, one could tell just how much of a blow Zong Hentian had inflicted.
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