Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Eight: Establishing Authority

He clenched his teeth when he uttered the word "expert," which sounded somewhat harsh.

What's going on? Han Yi was a little puzzled.

"Haha, Song Zhong is causing trouble for the Ninth Squad again. This is going to be interesting."

"I heard rumors circulating in the sect that the Song family and the Li family have a lot of conflicts, and now it seems that it is indeed true!"

"Yes, Song Zhong doesn't dare to cause trouble for Li Feng, but he uses his late-stage Skin Refining cultivation to bully a newcomer!"

The surrounding disciples were all talking about it.

This Song Zhong is here to cause trouble because he thinks I'm easy to bully!

"I'm not some kind of expert," Han Yi said calmly, his eyes slightly cold. "What is it?"

"Of course it's a good thing. As long as you spar with me, I'll give you this Qi and Blood Powder," Song Zhong said with a forced smile.

Anyone could see that Song Zhong had ill intentions.

"Two!"

"Three servings!"

Seeing that Han Yi remained silent, Song Zhong gritted his teeth and took out a medicine bottle from his pocket.

"If you defeat me, this Qi and Blood Pill is yours!" he said through gritted teeth.

The onlookers immediately erupted in uproar.

"Qi and Blood Pill? A Qi and Blood Pill worth 50 contribution points?"

"The Qi and Blood Pill can greatly increase Qi and blood, which is a powerful body-refining medicine that can help break through realms. Han Yi has struck it rich this time!"

"What are you thinking? Song Zhong came from a sect and has the cultivation of the late stage of Skin Refining. How could Han Yi possibly win?" "Hmph, Song Zhong, you only know how to bully newcomers. If you have the guts, come at me!" Pan Sheng rushed over after receiving the news.

"Pan Sheng, so what if you're here? Have you forgotten the sect rules?" Song Zhong laughed smugly. "Once a duel is initiated, even the sect elders have no right to interfere!"

"Han Yi, don't be intimidated by him. Just don't agree." Seeing this, Pan Sheng turned around and anxiously shouted to Han Yi, "I've already sent someone to inform the captain. We'll see how to deal with him when the captain gets here!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhong became visibly agitated. His hand trembled, and the medicine bottle spun as he threw it at Han Yi.

"I'll put the Qi and Blood Pill on you. How about it? You can have it if you win!"

This medicine bottle is carved from the finest white jade. It is milky white all over, warm to the touch, and has a faint fragrance.

Looking at the exquisite jade bottle in his hand, Han Yi knew at a glance that this elixir was no ordinary product! "Even if I manage to escape this contest today, tomorrow there will be people like Zhang San and Li Si who will see me as an easy target."

"Moreover, martial arts are prevalent among sects, and challenges between disciples are probably tacitly approved by the sects, serving as a way to hone their skills. Losing is not a big deal, but if one doesn't dare to accept the challenge and earns a reputation for cowardice, there will likely be more trouble in the future!"

"It's better to deliver a single blow than to suffer a hundred!"

"Moreover, this Song Zhong..." Han Yi stared intently at him.

The numbers '7~9' floated beside Song Zhong.

"With my current strength of '8-10', whether I win or lose is anyone's guess!"

"Song Zhong, come here!"

Upon hearing Han Yi's words, Pan Sheng and the surrounding disciples were all taken aback.

"This kid really dared to agree! He's so arrogant!" "Yeah, I heard that the Song family's 'Flowing Cloud Sword' is a high-grade Yellow Rank martial art!"

"Oh dear!" Pan Sheng stamped his feet anxiously. "Han Yi, you've been too hasty this time! The captain will be here soon!"

"Senior Brother Pan, don't panic, I naturally have a way to deal with him," Han Yi said calmly.

"Could he really be hiding something? Could it be..." Pan Sheng looked at Han Yi's confident expression, his eyes flickering as if he had thought of a possibility, and then he gradually calmed down.

"Hahaha, good lad, you've got guts!" Song Zhong threw his sword aside. "I can beat you into submission without even needing a sword!"

In Song Zhong's view, with his late-stage Skin Refining strength, dealing with a mid-stage Skin Refining disciple, who was also an outer disciple who had just been promoted from a mining disciple, would be a piece of cake!

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhong leaped high into the air.

He secretly circulated his blood and qi, and his legs moved like pythons devouring a man, leaping forward and kicking towards Han Yi! "This Song Zhong is shameless, with high cultivation he still resorts to sneak attacks!"

Han Yi seemed not to have reacted at all, standing there blankly.

"This kid, could it be that he's been scared out of his wits by my imposing presence?" Song Zhong said with a hint of smugness.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yi's muscles bulged, and his somewhat loose guard uniform seemed to become ill-fitting. He crossed his arms in a cross-arm block.

boom!

Song Zhong felt as if he had kicked a century-old tree, rather than a body of flesh and blood; the intense impact made his legs feel numb and sore!

"It's blocked? How... how is that possible?"

The next instant, Han Yi tilted his body slightly, and in the instant of the shift in his center of gravity, he struck Song Zhong with a right elbow strike to the waist, causing Song Zhong to stagger back a few steps.

He subconsciously touched his slightly aching chest, his eyes hardening, and he threw another heavy punch, aiming for Han Yi's vital points in the lower body!

Han Yi's eyes narrowed. Although he was prepared, he did not expect that Song Zhong would resort to such a treacherous trick in a mere contest.

A hand grab caused Song Zhong to stumble, his punch missing its mark, but leaving his center wide open.

"A great opportunity!" Han Yi's eyes lit up.

Mountain-Crushing Fist Technique: Shattering Rocks!

Song Zhong was slammed hard into the ground!

Boom!

The blue brick floor looked as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web!

puff!

Song Zhong coughed up a mouthful of blood and then fainted, losing consciousness.

The disciples watching the spectacle were all somewhat stunned. Even Pan Sheng was dumbfounded; although he had guessed that Han Yi might have a hidden trump card, he hadn't expected him to be this formidable!

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

"Well done, Han Yi!" A hearty laugh broke the silence.