Chapter 59: Defeated Again and Again

"So this is the Heaven-Grade Top-Tier Martial Art, Spring and Autumn Palm Method? Why does it feel a bit like the Gentle Fist Eight Trigrams Palm from Naruto? It specifically targets acupoints..."

Before the second match even began, Cang Luo was holding his phone, repeatedly replaying the fight video between Zhao Renwu and Lin Xin.

He discovered that within three seconds, Lin Xin had delivered thirty-two palms; except for the first few, every palm struck acupoints all over Zhao Renwu's body, instantly killing him.

Cang Luo pondered: If it had been him fighting her just now, how would he have countered the Spring and Autumn Palm Method?

With such palm speed, getting close is probably impossible; although dynamic capture ability allows him to see clearly, he cannot dodge, so he can only retreat, but retreating means he cannot attack.

This is not easy to handle...

Wu Shi cultivators have no means of ranged attacks, nor can they use hidden weapons; if they fight head-on, who knows how powerful the Spring and Autumn Palm Method truly is.

Zhao Renwu, a Warrior Stage 6 cultivator, was actually taken out in one go; one can imagine the power must be formidable.

How many palms could I withstand? To what extent can Infinite Yuan Power heal? Can it unblock acupoints?

While watching the fight video of Zhao Renwu and Lin Xin, Cang Luo analyzed methods to counter it.

"Forget it; if all else fails, I'll reveal my trump card, use Meiti Shengong, or summon Erha to assist in battle. Erha has ranged attacks and is simply the Wu Shi's nemesis."

Cang Luo muttered a sentence, then immediately sent the fight video to the WeChat group, before shifting his attention back to the arena.

At this moment, Murong Ye from Kong Sheng Academy observed Wang Fuhai for a while, then selected a youth from the thirty-plus outer sect disciples behind him who appeared extremely agile and had somewhat dark skin to step forward and fight.

The youth bowed in acknowledgment, removed his sword and handed it to a nearby disciple, then calmly walked to the center of the arena and clasped his hands toward Wang Fuhai, saying: "Sima Ling, fifteen years old, Warrior Stage 7, from the Capital. Please, Senior Brother from Xuan Tian Gate, bestow your instruction."

After Sima Ling followed the rules to report his name and cultivation level, the disciples of Xuan Tian Gate immediately erupted into a commotion.

"Kong Sheng Academy actually dares to challenge across levels?"

"This is too disrespectful to our Xuan Tian Gate! Damn it!"

"Senior Brother Wang must win! Take him down..."

Wang Fuhai was now furiously enraged; was he actually being looked down upon? They want to challenge across levels?

Heh! Watch how this Fatty teaches you a lesson.

"Ya-ya-ya!" Wang Fuhai roared several times, preparing to use his trump card early to end the fight quickly and make the opponent pay a heavy price for underestimating him.

Several months ago, Wang Fuhai spent a huge sum to bribe an official at the Dharma Pavilion and bought the Earth-Grade Lower-Tier Dharma 'Rock Shield' technique jade tablet; now that he has cultivated it successfully, he is full of confidence.

Rock Shield is an Earth-attribute Dharma, famous for its super-strong defense; once activated, it greatly increases body hardness, and a substance resembling rock will condense on the skin's surface, with strength comparable to rock.

At this moment, Wang Fuhai, with Rock Shield activated, had his entire layer of fat constantly writhing and compressing, with gray substance continuously oozing from his pores.

Moments later, the gray substance increased even more, the skin completely solidified, becoming as hard as rock.

Rock Shield is a Dharma, but it can also be used as a Martial Art; Wang Fuhai's common move is to activate Rock Shield and then use his own body directly as a weapon.

Direct collision!

After finishing his preparations, Wang Fuhai wasted no words and charged straight at Sima Ling like a rolling war chariot, with magnificent momentum!

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Sima Ling's eyes; he calmly dodged Wang Fuhai's collision, and immediately after dodging, without waiting for the opponent to retract force and stabilize, he swung his fist to pursue, striking Wang Fuhai's back directly.

Wang Fuhai had expected this; he tilted his head slightly and glanced sideways. Although he had a way to avoid Sima Ling's attack, he remained unmoved, preparing to endure it directly to make Kong Sheng Academy understand that challenging across levels is a vain hope.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sima Ling smashed three consecutive fists onto Wang Fuhai's back; although the punching speed was not fast, the force was heavy and the momentum deep, with every fist landing squarely on flesh.

However, Wang Fuhai seemed as if nothing had happened; he laughed loudly: "Is this all your strength? You still want to challenge across levels? Just like a sissy, scratching this Fatty's itch?"

Facing Wang Fuhai's mockery, Sima Ling remained calm; at this moment, he was gathering his energy and regulating his breath, having no mind to argue with Wang Fuhai.

Although the three fists he just smashed looked very ordinary, they actually consumed half of his Yuan Power.

Those three fists were not ordinary fists at all; they were the Earth-Grade Lower-Tier Martial Art 'True Yang Fist'.

A few breaths later, Sima Ling finished regulating his breath; looking at Wang Fuhai, he smiled: "Is that so? Are you sure it was just scratching an itch?"

Wang Fuhai sneered, and just as he was about to mock a few more times, he suddenly felt intense pain in his chest; cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and immediately after, a mouthful of fresh blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. In terror, he cried: "You, what did you do to me?"

Sima Ling sneered coldly: "Nothing; my move simply has the effect of striking the ox through the mountain. Those three fists just now went straight through your layer of fat and struck your internal organs directly."

"But rest assured, your layer of fat is thick enough to block quite a bit of force; just rest quietly for a few days and you will recover."

Hearing this, Wang Fuhai's face instantly turned ashen; he painfully squatted on the ground and murmured: "How could this happen? I cultivated a Earth-Grade Lower-Tier Dharma! How could I not even block three fists?"

At this moment, Wang Fuhai's four underlings hurriedly came up to support him; one of them said nervously: "Boss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Wang Fuhai shook his head with a bitter smile, then asked Sima Ling: "What grade Martial Art was that?"

Sima Ling said indifferently: "Earth-Grade Lower-Tier True Yang Fist!"

Upon hearing this, all five of Wang Fuhai's group were shaken, looking at Sima Ling with both envy and terror.

You must know, Earth-Grade Lower-Tier Dharmas in Xuan Tian Gate can only be exchanged for with Contribution Points; there is no channel to obtain them for free, and only elite disciples can exchange for them.

But Kong Sheng Academy, an outer sect disciple can actually cultivate Earth-Grade Dharmas...

Both are Imperial-Grade Sects; why is the gap so huge?

Is it simply because the other party is from the Capital? Is their family a Martial Arts Family?

At this moment, Wang Fuhai finally understood the difference between ordinary martial artists and Martial Arts Families.

Although his family accumulated some assets in Danyang Commandery by operating cloth and clothing businesses, his family was not a Martial Arts Family; no cultivation talent was inherited from ancestors, and the highest cultivation level currently in the family is merely a General, which is his father.

Birds of a feather flock together, people are divided by groups; those with General-level cultivation can generally only come into contact with other Generals.

The circle a person is in determines what kind of resources they can obtain!

The Wang family had some assets, but that was only relative to ordinary people; previously, when Wang Fuhai wanted to buy a Dharma above Earth-Grade, he had to rack his brains, and ultimately had to bribe an official at the Dharma Pavilion to buy one.

Otherwise, he could only exchange for one using sect Contribution Points, or wait until his cultivation reached Wu Ling to receive a set for free; however, that was a distant, long-term matter.

Sects in the Yuanwu Continent are all like this; this is a means of protecting the interests of the martial artist class.

Ordinary people wanting to develop their family into a Martial Arts Family with at least dozens of martial artist members? Where is that so easy! They don't even have a place to get Dharmas.

The so-called Martial Arts Families, their family heads are generally powerful figures with Wu Wang cultivation or above, because Wu Wangs can craft Dharma jade tablets and pass Dharmas down to their descendants.

At the very least, they need Wu Zun cultivation; Wu Zuns also count as powerful figures in a region and can obtain Dharma jade tablets...

After thinking of these things, Wang Fuhai, looking utterly dejected, was supported by his four underlings back to where the crowd stood.

Sima Ling sneered twice at Wang Fuhai. Instead of returning to the Kong Sheng Academy's position, he shouted arrogantly at Zhao Renwu and the others, who wore expressions of shock: "Is there anyone else willing to step up? As long as they are below Warrior Stage 9, I dare to fight them, including Stage 9!"

Contempt. This was pure contempt.

After defeating Wang Fuhai, who was at Warrior Stage 8, Sima Ling actually dared to challenge Warrior Stage 9. For the disciples of Xuan Tian Gate present, this was simply an utter humiliation.

However, facing Sima Ling's provocation and mockery, the twenty-plus disciples from the Liang, Wang, and Liu dormitories, along with Wang Fuhai and the other four, all dared to be angry but not speak; no one dared to step forward and accept the challenge.

In fact, they did not dare to meet Sima Ling's gaze; only Cang Feng hesitated in secret about whether to go out and accept the challenge.

Their appearance, seen by the crowd of female disciples of Xuan Tian Gate watching the fight, was a manifestation of cowardice. One female disciple angrily said: "These stinky men really bring shame to the sect. They don't even dare to accept a challenge. Cowards!"

"Which dormitory are they from? Later, I'll go kick down their door and grab a few to wash my underwear."

"I don't know that fatty, but the others seem to be from Xin 175, 176, and 177..." The speaker was Xiang Xiang Yunjiao. She had gone to find Cang Luo a few times before and recognized some faces...

Seeing that no one stepped forward to fight, Sima Ling laughed loudly: "Does Xuan Tian Gate have no one? Since no one dares to accept the challenge, let's end it. Shall we continue our barbecue?"

Sima Ling's repeated mockery made the crowd of Xuan Tian Gate disciples furious. Li Haoran glanced disdainfully at Zhao Renwu and the others, snorted, and said: "Truly a bunch of trash."

Speaking, he then said to Xuan Qingqing: "Junior sister Qingqing, aren't there many junior brothers and sisters from the outer sect on the sidelines? I think just calling any junior sister out would be stronger than them."

Hearing Li Haoran's words, Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and the others lowered their heads in even greater shame.

Xuan Qingqing nodded, looked at the disciples watching on the sidelines, and was just about to personally select one to step forward and fight when a leisurely voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Who said Xuan Tian Gate has no one?"

The speaker was Cang Luo. He had propped his phone in a hidden spot to record, then walked in front of Xuan Qingqing. Amidst the surprised gazes of Zhao Renwu, Wang Fuhai, and the others, he clasped his hands and said: "Senior sister Xuan, this junior brother is willing to fight the opponent."

Xuan Qingqing was stunned. She hadn't expected Cang Luo to dare to fight. Surprised, she said: "Junior brother Cang, are you not joking? By the way, what is your cultivation level now?"

Cang Luo pointed at Sima Ling and said casually: "I am the same as him; both of us are at Warrior Stage 7. This is fair."

"Warrior Stage 7!"

Xuan Qingqing was startled in her heart. She hadn't expected the cultivation speed of Earthlings to be faster than she imagined; in less than a month, he had cultivated from Warrior Stage 1 to Warrior Stage 7.

Even the elite disciples of the inner sect are only like this?

Li Haoran frowned slightly. He remembered that when he first saw Cang Luo, the other party was only at Warrior Stage 1. How had he become Warrior Stage 7 now?

Did the steward from the Liang Zhishi Pavilion lie to me?

If he didn't lie to me, then this kid's cultivation speed is too fast. He is almost catching up to my former self...

Suddenly, Li Haoran thought of something. Previously, he had ordered Ouyang Lie to cripple Cang Luo's hands, yet Cang Luo was now completely unharmed.

Ouyang Lie would absolutely not dare to disobey his order. This could only mean he did not act personally; he must have let a gang underling do it for him.

Presumably, when his men found Cang Luo, Cang Luo's cultivation had suddenly advanced rapidly, and as a result, the people sent were counter-killed.

Li Haoran guessed thus, and he guessed correctly.

Cang Luo naturally did not know that Ouyang Lie had sent Chen Dahu to cause trouble for him only because he received Li Haoran's order.

Seeing that Xuan Qingqing did not seem prepared to let him step onto the field, Cang Luo said again: "The cause of this martial contest was a misunderstanding between us and Kong Sheng Academy. It should be resolved by us ourselves.

Although our cultivation levels are at the bottom among the ten thousand disciples of Xuan Tian Gate, we possess a heart that never surrenders. If he wants to fight, then we will fight."

Having finished speaking, Cang Luo did not wait for Xuan Qingqing to speak and walked directly toward Sima Ling. Behind him, Xuan Qingqing wanted to speak but stopped, while Li Haoran watched her with slightly furrowed brows.

Liu Xuande suddenly said: "Senior brother Cang, has the injury on your arm healed?"

Cang Luo had previously fought a great battle with Zhang Tao, suffering severe injuries to both arms. However, after receiving dual treatment from Liang Zhishi Liang and Infinite Yuan Force, he had recovered almost completely.

"It has already healed." Cang Luo waved his hand to indicate it was no problem.

Wang Fuhai said: "Brother Cang, you must be extremely careful. When facing his True Yang Fist, you must gather all your Yuan Force to block it; otherwise, you cannot defend against it."

Without turning his head, Cang Luo laughed and said: "Brother Wang, rest assured. This brother will definitely avenge you."

Speaking, Cang Luo walked to the center of the field and clasped his hands toward Sima Ling: "Cang Luo, Warrior Stage 7, Tongzhou Earth Village... twenty-two years old."

Cang Luo actually did not want to reveal his age, because saying it out would surely make people mock him. But this seemed to be the rule of martial contests; both parties must state their cultivation level and age to each other.

Indeed, the group from Kong Sheng Academy and the disciples of Xuan Tian Gate watching on the side all couldn't help but laugh upon hearing his age. The laughter was like a tide, wave after wave, rising and falling!

"Heavens! How can their dormitory have such a weird person? Twenty-two years old and only at Warrior Stage 7."

"Low cultivation, and the person is also sloppy. I don't know what face he has to remain in the sect."

"Truly overestimating oneself. That fatty at Warrior Stage 8 was easily defeated. How does an older disciple at Warrior Stage 7 even dare to step onto the field for a contest? Won't he be laughed to death by the opponent?"

"Junior brother Luo..." Xiang Xiang Yunjiao did not mock Cang Luo like the others; instead, she watched the man she had once prepared to entrust her life to with nervousness.

Even though the misunderstanding had been resolved, she did not want Cang Luo to get hurt.

On the Kong Sheng Academy side, Murong Ye frowned tightly. The moment he first saw Cang Luo, he noticed that he looked extremely similar to an elite disciple of the sect named Cang Huangwu.

At first, he took it as a coincidence. After all, the world is vast; it is not strange for two people to look exactly alike. Moreover, the other party was just an outer sect disciple of Xuan Tian Gate, so he didn't take it to heart.

But this person actually bears the surname Cang?

It was one thing for two people to look the same, but to also share the same surname? That is too coincidental.

If these two had no relationship, who would believe it if it were spread around?

If Cang Huangwu were an ordinary person, it would be fine; it wouldn't matter how many people looked like him. But Cang Huangwu is a direct descendant of the Cang family, one of the four imperial-level families of the Capital!

This is interesting. Could this outer sect disciple of Xuan Tian Gate be a descendant of the Cang family who wandered away from home?

But the cultivation level is too low. Twenty-two years old and only at Warrior Stage 7.

Could it be that because he did not inherit the Cang family's cultivation talent, he was expelled from the family?