I walk sideways in the game world

"It's called the 'Netherfire Sect.'" Ren Xiaoyao lowered his voice and slowly said the name. The black-clad guest's face suddenly turned grim upon hearing this, his eyes filled with shock and anger. He stared at Ren Xiaoyao intently, as if trying to read something from his face.

"How do you know?" After a while, the man in black finally spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he was suppressing a huge emotion.

"I only learned about this by chance," Ren Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't reveal too much. "I heard that the 'Nether Fire Cult' is ruthless and commits all kinds of evil. If you have any connection with them, you'd better be careful."

The black-clad guest said nothing, but just gave Ren Xiaoyao a cold look before turning back to his room and closing the door with a bang. Standing outside the door, Ren Xiaoyao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, knowing that he had successfully attracted the other party's attention.

A few days later, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin were enjoying tea in a teahouse when they heard a flurry of discussion. "Did you hear? Sect Leader Tie wants to challenge Ren Xiaoyao!" "What? Does he deserve that?" "You don't understand, Ren Xiaoyao's been so popular lately, Sect Leader Tie wants to dampen his enthusiasm!" "It's going to be a good show, it's going to be a good show!"

Xia Lin frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiaoyao, who is this Iron Chief?"

"The Iron Palm Sect is a well-known and upright sect in the martial arts world, and its strength should not be underestimated." Ren Xiaoyao looked calm, as if he had expected this.

"Why would they challenge you?" Charlene asked puzzled.

Ren Xiaoyao chuckled, "That's how the martial arts world is. Fame and fortune always make people fight to the point of bloodshed. My fame has risen rapidly recently, so naturally there will be people who dislike me and want to take the opportunity to suppress me."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud voice rang out at the entrance of the teahouse: "Ren Xiaoyao, do you dare to fight with me?"

Ren Xiaoyao looked up and saw a burly, dignified old man standing at the door, followed by several disciples. He was the leader of the Iron Palm Sect.

Ren Xiaoyao put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why not?"

The noise in the teahouse abruptly died down, and everyone's attention was fixed on Ren Xiaoyao and Iron Palm Sect. Ren Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, a calm smile on his face, accepting the challenge. He knew in his heart that this was no simple duel, but a test from a prominent and respectable sect. His new arrival in the martial arts world, his rising fame, inevitably aroused some fear and suspicion.

After returning to her residence, Xia Lin's brows furrowed, knowing full well the stakes of this duel. "Brother Xiaoyao, this Iron Palm Master is no ordinary warrior. His Iron Sand Palm is incredibly powerful, and few in the martial arts world can match him."

Ren Xiaoyao gently patted the back of Xia Lin's hand, reassuring her. "I know what I'm doing. Don't worry, I won't underestimate the enemy."

Xia Lin took a deep breath, suppressed her worries, and began to formulate a detailed battle strategy for Ren Xiaoyao. "Brother Xiaoyao, you must remember that while the Iron Palm Sect's Iron Sand Palm is immensely powerful, it's not invincible. His palm techniques are powerful but lack variety. You only need to counter them with flexible and varied moves to remain invincible."

"Besides," Xia Lin paused and lowered her voice, "I suspect there's someone else behind this Iron Palm Sect. This competition might be a trap."

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes flashed when he heard this, "You mean, someone wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife?"

"That's right," Charlene nodded. "You've been very popular lately, so it's inevitable that you'll get in the way of others, so we have to be on guard."

Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a moment, a confident smile on his face, "Don't worry, I know what to do. I want to see who's behind this!"

On the day of the competition, the sun shone brightly, and the atmosphere was tense. A sea of people surrounded the arena, gathered from all walks of life, eager to witness this fierce clash of titans. Ren Xiaoyao, dressed in white as white as snow, calmly stepped onto the arena. His gaze swept across the crowd, finally resting on Iron Palm Sect. His eyes were calm and profound, as if they could see through everything.

"Young Master Ren, please teach me!" The Iron Palm Sect roared, and his palms flew like two red-hot irons, attacking Ren Xiaoyao with a scorching air wave.

Ren Xiaoyao dodged the Iron Palm Sect's attack with ease. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he spoke slowly, "The Iron Palm Sect's reputation is well-deserved, but..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a shadow again and disappeared from the spot.

Tie Zhangmen's palm strike missed, and he was startled. Before he could react, Ren Xiaoyao had appeared behind him like a ghost, his speed astonishing. Ren Xiaoyao's five fingers formed into claws, and with a fierce gust of wind, he grabbed Tie Zhangmen's shoulder.

Tie Zhangmen felt the strong wind coming from behind him and did not dare to be negligent. He quickly dodged to the side and at the same time stretched out both palms to meet Ren Xiaoyao's attack.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, two powerful internal forces collided with each other, stirring up a gust of air, which made the clothes of the people watching the battle around rustle.

Ren Xiaoyao didn't move at all, but Tie Zhangmen was shocked and took several steps back before he could steady himself.

"What amazing Kung Fu!" Cheers broke out from the crowd. Obviously, Ren Xiaoyao's speed and strength exceeded their expectations.

Sect Leader Tie's face was solemn. He took a deep breath, exerted his internal strength to the extreme, and slapped out with both palms again. This time, his palm technique was even more fierce, and the palm wind was whistling, attacking Ren Xiaoyao like a storm.

However, Ren Xiaoyao remained calm and composed, his body erratic, and he navigated the Iron Palm Sect's attacks with ease, as if strolling leisurely in a garden. His moves seemed random, but he always managed to strike first and neutralize the Iron Palm Sect's offensive.

"Who is this brat?" Tie Zhangmen was secretly shocked. He originally thought that Ren Xiaoyao was only able to defeat him because of his excellent lightness skills, but after fighting, he found that the opponent's internal strength was so deep and his moves were so exquisite that they far exceeded his imagination.

As time went on, Tie Zhangmen gradually lost the upper hand. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing became rapid. He knew that he was no match for Ren Xiaoyao.

In the crowd, Xia Lin looked at Ren Xiaoyao who was at ease on the stage, with a smile on her lips. She knew that Ren Xiaoyao had taken control of the overall situation.

While dealing with Tie Zhangmen, Ren Xiaoyao observed his moves. He found that although Tie Zhangmen's palm technique was powerful, it lacked some changes. As long as he could find his flaw, he could defeat him in one fell swoop.

"Now is the time!" Ren Xiaoyao said in his heart, seizing a flaw in Tie Zhangmen's moves, and with a flash of his body, he rushed forward and slapped Tie Zhangmen on the chest.

Seeing that Ren Xiaoyao's attack was fierce and there was no way to avoid it, Tie Zhangmen had no choice but to cross his palms and protect his chest.

There was another loud bang, and Tie Zhangmen felt a surge of overwhelming force, which made his blood boil, his arms numb, and he staggered back, almost falling to the ground.

Ren Xiaoyao did not pursue the victory, but stood with his hands folded, looking at Tie Zhangmen quietly with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Iron Master, thank you for letting me."

Tie Zhangmen's face was pale, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and clasped his fists towards Ren Xiaoyao, saying, "Young Master Ren, your martial arts are so powerful that I admit I am inferior to you!"

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. Although Tie Zhangmen was defeated, he was upright and honest, and was able to let go of the defeat, which won him the respect of everyone.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said in return, "Master Tie, thank you for your compliment. I appreciate it."

He knew that although he won the duel, if he pushed too hard, it would make the Iron Palm Sect lose face, which would be detrimental to the future peace in the martial arts world.

Iron Palm Sect walked up to Ren Xiaoyao, patted him on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "Young Master Ren, I was blind and didn't recognize you before. I hope you will forgive me for any offense I have caused you."

Ren Xiaoyao smiled and shook his head: "Master Tie, you are too serious. When we are fighting in the martial arts world, we should stop when we reach the limit. Don't take it to heart."

After this competition, Tie Zhangmen's view of Ren Xiaoyao changed completely. He originally thought that Ren Xiaoyao was just an arrogant person who relied on his superb martial arts skills and looked down on everyone, but now it seems that the other party is not only a martial arts master, but also a humble and polite person, a true chivalrous man.

"Young Master Ren, today's battle has completely convinced me," said the Iron Palm Sect leader loudly. "From now on, everyone in the Iron Palm Sect will follow Young Master Ren's lead!"

The crowd erupted in warm applause again. The famous and upright challenged the newcomer in the martial arts world, but in the end the newcomer won. This was undoubtedly a major event that shocked the martial arts world, and Ren Xiaoyao also relied on this battle to gain a firm foothold in the martial arts world.

"Alright," Ren Xiaoyao turned to look at Xia Lin, a hint of deep meaning flashing in his eyes, "Let's go."

Xia Lin nodded, and the two of them left side by side, leaving behind only the crowd of people talking...