The Heavenly Position Academy's martial competition began directly.
The entire academy was abuzz with excitement.
Fang Qing faced his first opponent, an elite disciple from the Sun Moon Academy named Zhao Lie, whose Cultivation Level was at Fourth Life Seizing.
This man was powerfully built, his face covered in flesh, his eyes fierce.
Once the two entered the arena, a transparent energy barrier rose around it. It could both prevent the aftermath of battle from injuring the spectators and ensure the "fairness" of the fight.
Unless one side admitted defeat or completely lost the ability to fight, the barrier would not open.
"A pretty boy from the Heavenly Position Academy?"
Zhao Lie sized Fang Qing up and down. Seeing his handsome features and restrained aura, nothing like the ferocity described in the rumors, he could not help sneering. In a deep, muffled voice, he said, "Get off the stage and surrender now. Otherwise, once we start fighting, fists and feet have no eyes. I'll show you what real pain is, what it means to regret stepping onto this arena!"
He slammed his fists together, producing the clang of metal. The muscles all over his body bulged, and earth-yellow true qi covered his skin like armor, making him look exceedingly menacing.
Cheers rose from some Sun Moon Academy disciples below the stage, while disciples of the Heavenly Position Academy revealed angry expressions.
Fang Qing did not even raise his eyelids. He merely said flatly, "Noisy."
"You're courting death!"
Zhao Lie flew into a rage. He stamped his foot, making the arena floor tremble slightly, and charged forward like a wild bull.
He threw a punch, its wind howling as the phantom of a mountain faintly emerged. It was the Sun Moon Academy's famously fierce fist technique—Mountain Shaking Fist.
The punch was