C73 They Fought Headon

"You're the one who's going to die!"

Lin Xuan let out a sneer and made his move.

They both unleashed the same technique: the Tyrant Fist.

With a single punch, Lin Xuan's domineering force tore through the air, pushing forward with unstoppable momentum.

The Inner Sect disciples watching the match were more scornful than ever when they saw Lin Xuan, a new disciple, daring to clash directly with Zhao Gang.

Many sneered coldly.

They were certain without a doubt that the new disciple's right arm would be ruined.

For a new disciple to challenge Zhao Gang, a seasoned disciple at the Seventh Level of Qi Transformation Stage, was not just reckless—it was suicidal.

Zhao Gang, witnessing this, let out a sinister laugh and intensified the power behind his punch by a significant margin.

In the next instant, under the watchful eyes of everyone at the arena, their fists met with a thunderous impact.

Boom!

The sound of the explosion reverberated, and the shockwave from the clash forced the onlookers to step back.

But the crowd's attention was riveted on the room, eager to witness the outcome of the confrontation.

Contrary to their expectations, no screams were heard.

Inside, the two men's fists had collided, and both were sent reeling back.

But Lin Xuan only staggered three steps before steadying himself, his expression as cool and unfazed as before.

Zhao Gang, however, looked shaken. He felt an overwhelming force crashing into him like a tidal wave, driving him back uncontrollably.

He retreated over ten meters before finally coming to a halt against a wall with a dull thud.

A muffled groan escaped him, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

This single exchange made it clear who was the stronger and who was the weaker.

As the disciples processed the scene, they stood dumbfounded, disbelief etched on their faces.

It took a moment for the shock to wear off before reactions began to ripple through the crowd.

A wave of astonished exclamations filled the air, and the arena buzzed with excitement.

"Is this even real?"

"Did this new disciple just send Zhao Gang flying with one punch? And he injured him?"

"Is he truly just a level 1 Qi Transformation Stage disciple? How can a new disciple be so freakishly strong?!"

"Could it be that Zhao Gang didn't unleash his full strength?"

"Even if that's the case, it's still incredibly impressive!"

The disciples were abuzz with conversation, their eyes wide with astonishment as they fixed their gazes on Lin Xuan.

They had assumed that after the clash, it would be Lin Xuan who would be screaming in agony, retreating with a possibly crippled arm.

That would have been the expected outcome.

Yet, the reality was starkly different.

Lin Xuan was unscathed, while Zhao Gang, the seasoned Inner Sect expert at the Seventh Level of the Qi Transformation Stage, was the one who had been forced to retreat with injuries.

The disciples struggled to accept the vast disparity before them. Even as they came to terms with it, a profound sense of shock still gripped their hearts.

A new disciple, merely at Level 1 of the Qi Transformation Stage, had leaped six levels to defeat a senior at Level 7. The spectacle was nothing short of astounding!

Such an event hadn't graced the Inner Sect in many years.

Even among the current roster of over twenty Core disciples, few could boast of achieving such a feat during their time in the Inner Sect.

But now, this extraordinary event was unfolding right before their eyes.

They felt as though they were trapped in a surreal dream, struggling to believe it, the tremors in their hearts refusing to subside.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Zhao Gang's lackeys were visibly shaken.

They had never imagined their boss, long considered unbeatable in this domain, encountering such a formidable challenger today.

And to think, the challenger was a mere new disciple.

The thought sent shivers down their spines.

Fear glinted in their eyes as they backed away, their earlier arrogance evaporated.

Some rushed to Zhao Gang's aid, seeking refuge behind him as if his presence could restore their sense of safety.

Zhao Gang himself stared at Lin Xuan, wiping the blood from his lip, his face a mask of dark, brooding intensity.

He had never anticipated being bested by a newcomer.

Yet, his true prowess didn't lie in his fists.

His deadliest art was with the blade.

He refused to believe he couldn't handle a new disciple.

This day's events had to be kept under wraps; his reputation and his ability to answer to his backers depended on it.

With this in mind, Zhao Gang reached out, summoning a hefty black blade into his grasp.

"Kid, you're impressive. To be just a new Inner Sect disciple and possess such strength, you're undoubtedly a genius."

Unfortunately for you, you've crossed paths with me.

If I don't take you down today, I might as well not be called Zhao!"

Zhao Gang's face was a mask of ice as he declared in a chilling tone.

"Bring it on!"

Lin Xuan's expression hardened in response.

So this was the brutality Zhou Yu had spoken of?

Yet Lin Xuan hadn't expected Zhao Gang to be this vicious, actually intending to cripple him!

By comparison, the Outer Sect seemed like paradise.

No, maybe the Outer Sect was no different.

It's just that he had ascended too swiftly to have noticed.

Still, he harbored no fear.

In the Martial Arts World, power is revered, and only the fit survive!

He was ready for this, though he hadn't anticipated it would come so soon.

But now that he was here, he might as well deal with the issue.

It would save him future troubles.

Without hesitation, Lin Xuan drew the Breeze Sword, fixing Zhao Gang with a steely gaze.

"Then feel the edge of my blade!"

The onlookers gasped at the scene.

"Zhao Gang is furious; he's bound to unleash his best swordsmanship. Can the new disciple withstand his onslaught?"

"I'm not sure. It seems unlikely, given Zhao Gang's higher level of cultivation."

"It's not a given. That punch earlier showed the new disciple gaining the upper hand."

"That's true."

The disciples murmured among themselves.

After this, no one dared underestimate Lin Xuan.

He had proven his mettle with sheer strength. Aside from Zhao Gang, there was no one present who could challenge Lin Xuan.

They certainly wouldn't dare cross him.

And having seen his previous strike, they were no longer certain Lin Xuan would be defeated.

After all, Lin Xuan had bested someone six stages his senior.

A more astonishing performance from him wasn't out of the question.

Meanwhile, the disciples all backed away.

Even Zhao Gang's own followers retreated outside the building in alarm.

From the earlier exchange, it was clear that both combatants were at the Late Qi Transformation Stage.

The force unleashed in their clash was more than any of them could bear.

They dared not get any closer.

They could only observe from a distance.

On the stage.

"Die!"

Zhao Gang didn't bother with further talk, his large blade cleaving through the air.

"Mountain Crushing Rock!"

A deep grey blade aura, as if composed of solid rock, shot forth.

A palpable sense of power emanated from it.

The force was several times more potent than his earlier punch.

Its speed was incredible; in the blink of an eye, it was upon Lin Xuan.

The blade came down hard, slicing the air cleanly in two.

The disciples outside the room watched with grave expressions, a chill running through them.

Such a strike was beyond any of their abilities to withstand.

And it would leave them gravely wounded.

What would Lin Xuan, the new disciple who had already shown impressive skill, do in response?

All eyes were riveted on Lin Xuan, anticipation hanging in the air.

And then, Lin Xuan moved.