C1 Provoke(1)

In the southeast corner of Tianheng Continent, there was a mountain peak that pierced through the sea of clouds. It was tall and mighty, pointing straight at the sky.

The boundary tablet at the foot of the mountain was engraved with the words "Pentagram, Heavenly Dao Peak." The words were bold and straight, and in an instant, a bright light flashed. It was like a living creature that had a spirit of its own. A rapid stream of water surged through the Boundary Stone that was several zhang tall, causing shocking white waves to arise.

A huge ship carrying several hundred people cut through the waves, crossed the Heavenly Chasm, and headed towards the foot of the mountain.

The deck was filled with black masses of martial practitioners, looking over. Most of them were still young, only fifteen or sixteen years old. However, these young men and women all had their eyes filled with heroic spirit, and their auras were lofty. They were like newborn tigers, and they had an endless amount of energy.

Among them, the most conspicuous one was a black-robed young man who stood alone at the bow of the ship.

His figure was tall and thin, like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed from its sheath, causing others to not dare look at him. His gaze was sharp like a bolt of lightning as it swept past the surging river, and his face revealed a complacent and excited expression.

Compared to his companions that were on the same boat, even though the pitch black robe he wore could be considered to be rather clean, it seemed to be slightly shabby. However, in terms of the steadiness of his bearing and the length of his neixi, it was superior to the others.

This young man's name was Zhang Yang, and he came from a small village called Zhang Village. The ship under his feet was filled with outer circle disciples of Heavenly Dao Peak. Their purpose of coming here was to participate in the inner circle selection.

They were going to pass through one round after another of fierce competition to filter out the young geniuses who were qualified to enter the inner circle to further their studies.

The Heavenly Dao Peak was one of the four strongest sects in the Tianheng Continent. It was on par with the Reincarnation Peak, Misty Peak, and Seclusion Peak, and was also under the jurisdiction of the Burning Sky Pavilion. It was also known as the "Pentagram," and was the strongest organization on this continent.

Zhang Yang did not come from a good background, but his innate talent and physique were extremely rare. He was only sixteen years old, but he had already broken through to the Shadow Transformation Realm and entered the Energy Shaping Lower Realm. This kind of speed was considered a genius in the entire Tianheng Continent.

He silently guarded his inner Qi and released his Divine Decree. Zhang Yang could clearly feel that the hundreds of competitors around him were still at the Shadow Transformation Realm and were quite a distance away from him.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yang's lips, and the corners of his eyes and brows revealed a trace of excitement that could not be suppressed. A kind and kind face of a woman appeared in his mind. "Child, cultivate well. You will definitely succeed!"

His mother's encouragement was still ringing in his ears. He took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart, "Don't worry, mother. I will definitely not let you down! This time, I will definitely be able to enter the inner sect!"

This was a world where the strong reigned supreme. All logic and right were decided by the fist.

Zhang Yang came from a poor family, and since he was young, he and his mother relied on each other for survival. He was well versed in the cold, warm, and cold of the world, so he knew very well how difficult it was to survive. Only by becoming a strong person could he loudly say no to all injustice!

Just as Zhang Yang was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a few clear footsteps beside him. It was the sound of leather boots stepping on the deck. When he came back to his senses, he saw a few luxuriously dressed young men surrounding him.

The leading young man crossed his arms over his chest and gave Zhang Yang a sideways glance. He dragged his voice and said, "Yo, look, which country bumpkin is this? How dare he come to participate in the inner sect selection competition?"

Before he finished speaking, the young men around him were already laughing.

Zhang Yang's face darkened. He coldly glanced at the young man and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The young man's eyes looked down and saw the pair of straw shoes on Zhang Yang's feet. He became even more arrogant. He stretched out his foot and rubbed Zhang Yang's feet twice. He laughed and said, "There is actually someone in this world who wears this kind of lousy thing. Young master, I have really opened my eyes today!" After saying that, he moved his face closer by two inches. "Kid, could it be that you can't even afford a pair of decent shoes?"

A sharp cold light flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, and he said coldly, "If there's nothing else, please get lost, alright?"

The young man's expression immediately changed, and his eyebrows were raised high. He looked like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on. He stretched out his finger and poked Zhang Yang's head. "Kid, do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that? Do you not want to live anymore?"

Zhang Yang looked coldly at the young man's ferocious face. His eyes seemed to be burning with anger.

Before he could say anything else, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and was fiercely twisted by Zhang Yang. The young man was in pain, and he shouted, "Little brat, you even dare to hit me, are you really tired of living?"

Zhang Yang did not want to waste time with him. He turned his wrist. He raised the young man high up and turned him around. He aimed his head at the deck. With a loud bang, the young man's head sank deep into the deck. The miserable scream came from below the deck, which sounded very dull.