The Inner Sect training ground buzzed with excitement as more disciples gathered. A duel between a newly promoted disciple and a seasoned Inner Sect member? No one wanted to miss this.
Lin Xuan stood in the center, facing Wei Sheng. His opponent smirked, rolling his wrists as he let his qi surge. The surrounding air trembled slightly under his pressure—his cultivation had reached the Seventh Stage of the Qi Condensation Realm.
“Still want to fight?” Wei Sheng sneered. “You’re only at the Fifth Stage. Do you think you can beat me just because you got lucky against Liu Qingfeng?”
Lin Xuan exhaled slowly. Luck?
That word again.
In the Outer Sect, they had called it luck. In the trials, they had called it luck. But here, in the Inner Sect?
He would let his fists answer.
The elder overseeing the duel raised his hand.
“Since there are no rules, both of you may use any technique or treasure in your possession. The fight will only end when one side can no longer continue.”
His hand dropped.
“Begin!”
THE FIRST CLASH
Wei Sheng wasted no time. He stomped the ground, his body shooting forward like a shadow. His palm lashed out, crackling with dark red qi—a technique that aimed to disrupt an opponent’s flow of spiritual energy.
But just as his strike was about to land—
Whoosh!
Lin Xuan vanished.
Wei Sheng’s eyes widened as his palm hit nothing but air. A sudden chill crawled up his spine—Lin Xuan was behind him.
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Before he could react—
Bang!
A fist, wrapped in golden energy, slammed into Wei Sheng’s back. The impact sent him stumbling forward, his footing nearly breaking.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
“How is he that fast?”
Wei Sheng gritted his teeth, turning sharply. He hadn’t expected this. Lin Xuan wasn’t just fast—his speed was unnatural.
His smirk faded. “So, that’s how it is.”
THE TRUE STRENGTH OF AN INNER SECT DISCIPLE
Wei Sheng took a deep breath, then suddenly—
Boom!
A surge of energy erupted from his body, shaking the training ground. His aura doubled in intensity as a shadowy, claw-like aura formed around his fists.
“The Nine Shadow Fists technique…” a disciple murmured.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. This was a movement-and-strike technique known for overwhelming opponents in a flurry of attacks.
A test of speed versus speed.
Wei Sheng blurred. His afterimages spread across the battlefield, striking from multiple angles.
BANG!
A fist came from the left. Lin Xuan barely dodged—
BANG!
Another from the right. He twisted his body, feeling the wind scrape against his skin.
Wei Sheng’s voice echoed around him. “You’re fast, but can you dodge forever?”
A cold glint flashed in Lin Xuan’s eyes.
He didn’t plan to dodge forever.
Instead—
He attacked.
BREAKING THE SHADOWS
Wei Sheng threw another fist. This time, Lin Xuan didn’t evade.
He stepped into the attack.
His palm met Wei Sheng’s, golden energy swirling around his fingers. In a blink, a golden rune flashed—
Crack!
Wei Sheng’s fist trembled. A numbing force spread through his arm, making his movement sluggish.
“What—?”
Lin Xuan didn’t let him recover. He twisted, kicking upward.
BOOM!
Wei Sheng’s body flew into the air before crashing down hard. The ground cracked beneath him.
The spectators fell silent.
Wei Sheng coughed, struggling to rise. He lifted his head to see Lin Xuan staring down at him, his expression unchanged.
No mocking. No arrogance.
Just calm dominance.
“I told you,” Lin Xuan said. “You might regret this.”
AFTERMATH
The elder stepped forward, his voice firm.
“Victory—Lin Xuan.”
The crowd exploded. Some were shocked. Some excited. Some… uneasy.
Lin Xuan had crushed a seasoned Inner Sect disciple in less than ten moves.
Someone whispered, “He’s going to become a real problem for the others.”
Not far away, Fang Chen, who had been watching from the shadows, narrowed his eyes.
“This can’t be allowed to continue.”
He turned and walked away. It was time to escalate matters.