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On the arena, the senior disciple of the outer sect of the Fengqing Sect unleashed the Chasing Wind Sword, each strike faster than the last. Amidst the clanging and clashing, the disciples of the Yunxia Sect were caught off guard and were directly knocked off the arena.

"Senior Brother, that's fantastic!"

"Haha, you clowns from the Cloud Mist Sect, let me show you our power!"

"Senior Brother, teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

……

The victory of the outer sect's senior disciple brought cheers from the Fengqing Sect disciples in the arena, but the true disciples were not happy at all.

"Sigh! My hand has been exposed, and I'm quite exhausted. The next round will be tough!"

Fan Tong looked at the slightly trembling hands of the senior disciple on the arena and said with some regret.

"Come quick, everyone! There's a guy over here spouting discouraging things. Come and beat him up!"

Upon hearing Fan Tong's mutterings, the disciple who had just been beaten immediately shouted loudly, trying to drag Fan Tong down with him!

I'll just take the beating. As long as someone gets beaten up worse than me, I'll feel good!

Upon hearing the shouts, several disciples quickly gathered around.

"Kid, you think he's saying discouraging things?" The leader glanced at Fan Tong and shuddered.

"Yes! That's him! He said some really nasty things! Let's all go at him and teach this traitor a lesson!"

The disciples who had been beaten before saw many people coming and immediately took advantage of their power to attack Fan Tong!

"Everyone, get him! Beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!" The leader nodded to his underlings and gave the order.

He then delivered the first punch, knocking the disciple who had already been beaten to the ground!

"Damn it! Why are you hitting me? Did you hit the wrong person?" The disciple, who had already been beaten, asked indignantly when he saw himself being ganged up on again.

"Damn it! That's what I'm going to do! You dare to hurt us? You've really got some nerve!"

"Ugh! Why am I always the one who gets hurt?!"

……

"Senior Brother Fan, you've come to watch the match too?" After beating someone up, the leader approached Fan Tong with a big smile.

"Little Ke, if you're so capable, why don't you go up and fight the Yunxia Sect instead of bullying the disciples here?"

Fan Tong looked at Ke Bu'e and asked with some puzzlement, "This guy's cultivation level isn't high, so how come he can gather a group of people?"

"Senior Brother Fan is right. I'm not a coward. I went up there a long time ago. Look, this is what that bastard from the Cloud Mist Sect left behind!"

As Ke Bu'e spoke, he pulled up his sleeve, revealing a wound nearly a foot long.

"Xiao Ke, you're something else! You're a real man! Just you wait, I'll get revenge for you someday!"

While the two were talking, the senior disciple of the outer sect of Fengqing Sect and the senior disciple of the outer sect of Yunxia Sect had already started fighting!

As Fan Tong had predicted, the situation on the arena unfolded as the senior disciple of the Yunxia Sect had also seen through the weakness of the senior disciple of the Fengqing Sect and launched a direct and forceful attack, with each move a head-on collision.

After only a dozen or so moves, Feng Qingzong's senior brother's legs went weak, revealing an opening in front of him. His opponent immediately seized the opportunity and delivered a flying kick, knocking him to the ground.

"Haha, really? This is the senior disciple of your Fengqing Sect's outer sect?"

"This really does not live up to the reputation of the five major sects of the Northern Region, does it?"

"In my opinion, we should relinquish this title, and our Yunxia Sect will reluctantly accept it!"

Seeing their senior brother knock their opponent to the ground, the disciples of Yunxia Sect immediately started shouting and saying extremely offensive things.

On the other hand, everyone in Feng Qingzong's group looked like defeated roosters, hanging their heads and fuming inside.

"Fellow Daoists of the Fengqing Sect, I wonder if anyone else would like to come up and spar? If there are no outer disciples, I would be extremely happy to have a true disciple guide my cultivation!"

Yun Zhongyan, the senior disciple of the outer sect of Yunxia Sect, spoke with apparent humility and politeness, but the meaning behind his words was anything but pleasant.

"You brat, if you don't go up there, I'll chop you up when I get back!" Fan Tong, who was watching the commotion from below the arena, suddenly heard Shen Youtu's furious voice.

Fan Tong, who had originally wanted to see if there were any other dark horses among the outer disciples, naturally dared not not to show up.

"There's no need to alarm those true disciples. As for you? My servant disciple is more than enough to deal with you!"

Without further hesitation, Fan Tong shouted loudly and then stepped onto the stage.

"What the hell! What is that bastard Fan Tong doing up there?"

"Does he think he's got it again?"

"His cultivation level isn't even as high as the senior brother's. Wouldn't he just be humiliating himself by going up there?"

"It doesn't matter, they're just servants and disciples anyway, no one will care even if they fail."

"That makes sense. Going up there will at least earn you some publicity, it's a sure-fire way to make money!"

……

Upon seeing Fan Tong enter the arena, the Fengqing Sect disciples below the stage immediately erupted into chaos. Most of them didn't think highly of him and assumed he was just trying to attract attention!

"Junior brother, it seems the people from your Fengqing Sect aren't very friendly to you either?"

"You said you're a servant disciple. I can accept you into the Yunxia Sect because of your courage. I guarantee you'll become a true disciple within a year. What do you say?"

Yun Zhongyan certainly didn't mean any good; she was just using Fan Tong to annoy Feng Qingzong.

"Once I defeat you, they'll be friendly! As for your invitation, let me see if your Yunxia Sect's outer sect senior brother can defeat me, a servant disciple of the Fengqing Sect!"

"Heh heh! Let's see what you're relying on. You dare to challenge me with only the cultivation of the eighth level of the Human Spirit Realm!"

"My cultivation is more than enough to deal with you! Sending more would be a waste!"

Upon hearing Fan Tong's words, Yun Zhongyan's feigned humility vanished instantly, replaced by a fierce expression. "Then let me show you what I'm capable of!" she said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yun Zhongyan gripped her long sword, assumed a fighting stance, and charged towards Fan Tong!

"My God! When dealing with Senior Brother just now, Yun Zhongyan really didn't use her full strength!"

"What's wrong? Is there any special meaning behind his move?"

"This is the Flying Goose Sword, a high-level Yellow-rank sword technique from the Cloud Mist Sect! The entire sword technique routine consists of forty-nine moves, known for its softness, agility, speed, and skill. When executed, each move is tightly linked and connected, combining offense and defense—it's incredibly powerful!"

"I knew it! Fan Tong is such a tough nut to crack; he'd only be asking for humiliation if he went up there!"

"Exactly! He thinks he can beat the Yunxia Sect? If he can, I'll run a lap around Xiunv Peak naked!"

"Damn! You've got some serious scheme going on, I'm practically jumping right into your face!"

……

Seeing that Yun Zhongyan had used a high-level Yellow Rank sword technique right from the start, many disciples of Fengqing Sect looked bitter and immediately vented their anger on Fan Tong!

On the other hand, Fan Tong on the stage was completely unaffected by the rumors. He narrowed his eyes and carefully observed Yun Zhongyan's movements.

"You show-off! Do you even know what it means to overcome all skill with brute force?"

"Let me show you what a palm strike from the sky looks like!"