I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

The disciples from various peaks were whispering to each other, looking at the magic weapon in Zhao Changsheng's hand with fear.

Even the peak masters on the stage, who were usually knowledgeable and could remain calm even in the face of a catastrophe, were slightly moved and looked shocked.

The Spirit Sword Peak Master stood up with a jerk, his hands unconsciously clenching the armrests of his chair. His gaze fixed on the longsword in Zhao Changsheng's hand, his face filled with disbelief. "This...this is absolutely impossible! How could a mere disciple of Tongtian Peak possess such a heaven-defying weapon?"

The fan in Mingyue Peak's hand fell to the ground with a "clack", but she was completely unaware and just stood there in shock, muttering to herself: "Ye Xinghe...what tricks did he use? Could it be that he was deliberately showing weakness before, hiding this killer move?"

Zhou Tong stood there in a daze, looking at the axe in his hand that was broken into two pieces. He felt as if he was in an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

He never imagined that the axe that made him famous and relied on as his magic weapon for victory would be so vulnerable.

Before he could recover from his shock, Zhao Changsheng didn't give him any chance to breathe and took advantage of his distraction to attack again.

Zhao Changsheng shook the long sword in his hand, and the sword sounded like a dragon's roar. He swung out several sword energies again, which covered Zhou Tong in a fan shape. The sword energies crisscrossed and blocked Zhou Tong's retreat route.

Zhou Tong was horrified and panicked. He could only rely on instinct to retreat quickly, waving his broken axe with both hands to try to block it.

But without the complete support of the magic weapon, his resistance seemed so weak, his clothes were instantly cut by the sword energy in several places, and several blood marks were added on his skin.

Zhou Tong was forced to retreat step by step by Zhao Changsheng's sudden and fierce attack. The mountain-splitting axe in his hand was broken into two pieces and could not be used to withstand the sword energy that was pouring down like a storm.

His face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, his feet moved in a panic, he stepped back repeatedly on the ring, stumbled and almost fell.

A cold light flashed in Zhao Changsheng's eyes. Taking advantage of Zhou Tong's unstable body, he stomped his feet on the ground and shot out like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

In an instant, he crossed a distance of several feet and was in front of Zhou Tong in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Tong's eyes widened, and before he could make any effective reaction, Zhao Changsheng kicked out with powerful spiritual power, hitting Zhou Tong's chest with great force.

"Bang!" There was a dull sound like a huge rock hitting something, and Zhou Tong's chest was dented. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth in an instant.

His body flew backwards uncontrollably, like a kite with a broken string, straight over the edge of the ring and falling towards the audience.

The people in the audience screamed in surprise and subconsciously dodged to the sides to make room.

"Bang!" Zhou Tong fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He rolled on the ground several times in a panic before he could steady himself.

He was gasping for breath, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, he covered his chest with his hands, his face full of pain, he tried to struggle to stand up, but his legs were weak and he failed after several attempts.

For a moment, the whole audience was silent, and everyone was stunned by this dramatic scene.

A moment later, thunderous cheers and shouts erupted from the Tongtian Peak camp.

"Zhao Changsheng! Well done!"

"As expected of a disciple from Tongtian Peak, this kick is so satisfying!"

Ximen Feixue was so excited that his face turned red, and he raised his arms and shouted until his voice was almost hoarse.

Ye Xinghe also showed a look of relief, nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval.

On the other hand, in the Shen Yao Peak camp, all the disciples looked ashen and in disbelief.

He had just vowed that Zhou Tong would win, but now he felt like he was struck by lightning and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

The master of Shen Yao Peak had a terribly gloomy expression on his face. He stared at Zhao Changsheng, who was in high spirits on the stage, and his heart was burning with anger.

He could never have imagined that his favorite disciple, who had been carefully trained and armed with a magic weapon, would be defeated so easily by a disciple from Tongtian Peak and end up in such a miserable state.

The Spirit Sword Peak Master frowned, sat back in his seat, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, it was just a lucky win thanks to that divine weapon. What's there to be proud of?"

Although he said this, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The Master of Mingyue Peak slowly leaned over to pick up the round fan on the ground, gently shaking it a few times to hide the panic in his eyes. He regained his usual calm demeanor and said softly, "That's right. Without the magic weapon, I think Zhao Changsheng is just an ordinary person."

Zhao Changsheng stood proudly on the stage, his divine weapon in hand. He scanned the entire audience, finally landing on the disheveled Zhou Tong below. He spoke loudly, "Zhou Tong, if you're not as skilled as the other person, you should admit defeat. Don't underestimate Tongtian Peak! Remember this lesson from now on."

Even so.

Zhao Changsheng's kick showed the power of Tongtian Peak. The atmosphere in the whole venue changed suddenly. The disciples who were waiting to laugh at Tongtian Peak and mock them shut up at this moment.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Changsheng was full of fear.

The masters of each peak also had different expressions and began to discuss in low voices among themselves. No one dared to underestimate Tongtian Peak anymore.

However, this solemn silence did not last long. Several peak masters were still dissatisfied in their hearts and soon found an excuse to bring up the topic again.

The Spirit Sword Peak Master snorted coldly, breaking the silence. "Although Zhao Changsheng may have won a match, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it was all thanks to that divine weapon! If we really talk about his own abilities, how much can he really compare to?"

There was a sour taste in his words, as if he believed that Zhao Changsheng had just gotten away with something by chance.

The Master of Divine Medicine Peak also had a gloomy expression on his face. His prized disciple had been defeated. He was already furious at the defeat, and now, upon hearing what the Master of Spirit Sword Peak said, he echoed his words, "That's right! Our Zhou Tong is incredibly powerful. He practices diligently and has numerous medicinal elixirs to aid him. If it weren't for the overwhelming power of that divine weapon, how could he have been defeated so easily? Zhao Changsheng was merely using external forces to bully others."

Ye Xinghe sneered and stood up suddenly. With a flick of his robe sleeve, his aura suddenly increased. His gaze swept across the noisy Peak Masters like a torch and he said loudly, "Since you all insist that Changsheng relied on the magic weapon to win, then I will do as you wish. In the next match, Changsheng will not bring this magic weapon to the stage, so that you can be convinced and see the true ability of my disciples from Tongtian Peak!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The disciples from each peak looked at each other with astonishment in their eyes.

Is this crazy?

What kind of competition is there without magical weapons?

Isn't this just waiting to be slaughtered?

"Is Ye Xinghe crazy? He actually gave up the advantage of the divine weapon. I'm afraid Zhao Changsheng will fall flat on his face now."

"That's right. Although Zhao Changsheng performed well just now, without that incredible weapon, what are his chances of winning against those powerful opponents? Ye Xinghe is too arrogant."

The Spirit Sword Peak Master was startled at first, then he threw his head back and burst into laughter, his laughter full of pride: "Hahahaha, Ye Xinghe, you said this yourself, don't regret it later! I want to see how much your precious disciple can jump around without his magic weapon."