We Still Have an Invincible Senior Disciple Brother

Rong Heng collapsed on the stage, completely unconscious.

Li Changqing stood tall, his terrifying aura sweeping across the entire venue, leaving even the audience seats in stunned silence.

A true man, standing between heaven and earth, should brew wine with green plums and look down upon all heroes in the world.

He threw a punch.

Completely channeling his own power.

Li Changqing felt exhilarated, his spirit, energy, and mind condensed into a single force at this moment.

He hadn't intentionally depicted the Overlord's True Intent, but that invincible aura gradually transferred from the True Intent itself to Li Changqing.

In his mind, the description of the Overlord's True Intent changed.

[Overlord's True Intent, Fusion: 15%]

Within the Artistic Conception Scroll, the Overlord's face changed again, now bearing a slight resemblance to Li Changqing.

If before he was merely passively channeling the True Intent through his own emotions and evoking resonance, then after defeating Rong Heng with that punch and fully revealing his true self, Li Changqing's state of mind began to resonate with the Overlord's True Intent.

Gradually merging.

When the progress bar reached 100%, the Overlord's True Intent would completely disappear, absorbed by him.

Transforming into Li Changqing's own True Intent.

On the silent stage, the referee carefully moved Rong Heng's body aside and then walked up, grabbing Li Changqing's left arm.

He raised it high.

"Group B third-place playoff final."

"Li Changqing, wins!"

He won!

Li Changqing's victory.

This was something no one in the venue had expected.

But what shocked them even more was the way Li Changqing defeated Rong Heng.

There were no three hundred rounds of fierce battle, nor did they unleash all their trump cards, ending in exhaustion.

None of the scenarios Li Changqing might have used to defeat Rong Heng, which existed in their imaginations, came to pass.

It was merely a single punch from a distance.

The overwhelming power had utterly crushed Rong Heng like a destructive force.

It was a chasm, an insurmountable gap.

So vast that Rong Heng couldn't even mount the slightest effective resistance.

In the commentary booth, Tang Cheng was completely excited.

Gazing at the young figure standing on the stage on the electronic screen.

"Ten-Step Divine Fist? That's right!"

"This is a boxing technique that can only be used at the peak of a Lower-Rank Martial Artist."

" channeling Qi and Blood through the body, penetrating ten steps in front, with residual power still capable of piercing solid rock."

Tang Cheng's excited voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Dear viewers, as the commentator for this match, I am honored to witness a miracle of Rong City with you all today."

"Competitor Li Changqing has defeated veteran Rong Heng, officially securing his qualification to advance to Group A and compete for the Youth Cup championship."

"Not only that, but we have also witnessed the birth of a prodigy. Competitor Li Changqing, who has only been in the martial arts for over a month, has officially become a genuine peak Lower-Rank Martial Artist!"

"This is the miracle of our Rong City!"

Tang Cheng's words not only ignited the passion of the entire audience but also, through the online live broadcast, spread Li Changqing's name throughout Rong City.

From today onwards, he would no longer be an unknown nobody.

In just over a month, from a university student to the peak of a Lower-Rank Martial Artist, such talent was rare even across the entire country.

Li Changqing's name would be etched high in the history of Rong City; such a genius would be recorded in Rong City's annals.

In a sense, Li Changqing could already be considered.

Destined for greatness.

"Li Changqing! Li Changqing! Li Changqing!"

Listening to the cheers around him, he waved to the audience on both sides and leisurely walked off the stage, the resonance of his True Intent continuously merging with his will.

Finally.

[Will +3]

His will, which hadn't increased for a long time, rose again, as if a dry spring had been irrigated.

The refreshing feeling during this time made Li Changqing unable to stop.

Before his Qi and Blood had even warmed his will, he had taken another step closer to becoming a Mid-Rank Martial Artist.

At the end of the player's tunnel, Kang Tianchen stared at Li Changqing, who was walking towards him, in disbelief.

It wasn't until Li Changqing reached him that Kang Tianchen managed to utter a sentence.

"Changqing, how much more have you been hiding from me?" Kang Tianchen asked with a bitter smile.

"Don't tell me you've broken through to Mid-Rank Martial Artist when we get to the finals of the Youth Cup."

"That won't happen."

"Really?" Kang Tianchen looked suspicious.

"Really." Li Changqing nodded seriously.

"My will isn't strong enough yet, so it's a bit difficult to completely master Artistic Conception in a short period of time."

Completely master? A bit difficult?

Kang Tianchen's heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was amiss.

Just then.

Ding—

Seeing who was calling, a confident smile bloomed on Kang Tianchen's face.

It was Hou Chengtian.

Before this, he had asked Hou Chengtian to borrow the Psionic Stone Tablet. Hou Chengtian thought Liu Yi needed it more and casually refused, believing Li Changqing wouldn't get far.

At that time, Kang Tianchen had no choice.

But now, hmph!

He had full confidence!

Giving Li Changqing and Huang Xuan a look, Kang Tianchen answered the call.

"Hello, Hall Master."

"Your student's match with Rong Heng is in a few days? Bring him back to the Martial Arts Hall tonight. After registering his identity, I'll train him for a while. With your student's talent, mastering those Qi and Blood secret arts shouldn't be difficult, and there's still a chance to win."

Kang Tianchen raised an eyebrow. Why was Hou Chengtian being so accommodating?

And personally guiding him?

"Hall Master, weren't you going to guide that kid Liu Yi? How do you have time to guide my student?"

As he spoke, Kang Tianchen's tone carried a hint of sarcasm that even he himself didn't notice.

The memory of being refused when he tried to borrow the Psionic Stone Tablet from Hou Chengtian, who thought Li Changqing had no hope of advancing, still bothered Kang Tianchen.

As expected, Hou Chengtian's voice on the other end went silent for a long while before continuing, "I'm not making time. I will fully assist your student from now on."

Kang Tianchen realized something was wrong. His heart sank, and a bad premonition washed over him.

As expected.

"Liu Yi faced the second-ranked disciple from Jixing Martial Hall in the top 32 match today."

He was out?

The strongest of Chengtian Martial Arts School's younger generation didn't even make it into the top 16.

No wonder Hou Chengtian's attitude changed so drastically today. So that's why!

If Li Changqing hadn't appeared out of nowhere, Chengtian Martial Arts School would have had a very difficult year.

To be a top two Martial Arts Hall in Rong City and have no one break into the top 16 of the Youth Cup?

Kang Tianchen felt a bit regretful, but seeing Li Changqing chatting and laughing with Huang Xuan out of the corner of his eye, his heart suddenly brightened.

Me, and my good disciple.

Thinking of this, Kang Tianchen's brows relaxed, and even his tone of voice carried a smile.

"Hall Master, no need."

"What do you mean?"

Kang Tianchen took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply, sweeping away all the gloom that had been in his heart.

"I said, no need. My student just defeated Rong Heng, the third-ranked disciple of Jixing Martial Hall, with a single punch."

The other end of the phone fell into dead silence. Hou Chengtian was so stunned by Kang Tianchen's earth-shattering words that his thoughts became chaotic.

Defeated Rong Heng? With a single punch?

He felt like Kang Tianchen was getting old and had developed dementia.

"Moreover, my student used the Ten-Step Divine Fist to defeat Rong Heng."

The successive pieces of news made Hou Chengtian feel as if he were in a dream.

First, Liu Yi, the hope of the martial arts hall, was tragically defeated in the top 32. His heart sank, but then Kang Tianchen brought news of his genius student, another Lower-Rank Six-Star, which revitalized Hou Chengtian.

However, the intelligence that Rong Heng was participating in Group B almost made Hou Chengtian explode at the Youth Cup venue. Just as he was struggling with his thoughts, Kang Tianchen told him again.

Rong Heng was defeated, and his student used the Ten-Step Divine Fist.

Their Chengtian Martial Arts School had inexplicably gained a genius martial artist at the peak of the Lower-Rank.

Although his mind was racing with thoughts, Hou Chengtian quickly made a decision.

"Kang Tianchen, come to the martial arts hall later and give that Psionic Stone Tablet to your student. I suspect he saw something in it last time."

Hou Chengtian paused.

"Say that you gave him this stone tablet, and there's no need to mention the martial arts hall or me."

Hou Chengtian knew very well that the martial arts hall and he himself meant virtually nothing to Li Changqing.

He had already rejected the offer last time, so there was no need to shamelessly approach him again, which would only make things awkward.

Since that was the case, it was better to hand over all the favors to Kang Tianchen, who was Li Changqing's coach and his mentor.

After all, Kang Tianchen was also a coach at the martial arts hall, and his student was objectively also a student of the martial arts hall.

As long as Li Changqing didn't deny it, the martial arts hall would profit greatly.

But the thought that he might have missed out on a genius within arm's reach felt like a steel knife piercing his heart.

It was chilling.

But this was reality. He had missed the opportunity last time, and there might not be another chance in the future.

The call ended. Li Changqing and Huang Xuan looked over at the same time, and a smile spread across Kang Tianchen's face.

"Done!"

Jixing Martial Hall.

Fourteen contestants sat around the martial arts hall's training ground.

On the screen was the scene of Li Changqing defeating Rong Heng with a Ten-Step Divine Fist.

"Do you have anything to say?"

The Jixing Martial Hall coach's voice echoed in the empty training ground, but no one answered.

"Ten-Step Divine Fist... it's hard to believe this is a 22-year-old young man."

He looked around at his students.

"Who among you is confident?"

The training ground was silent, and as the coach's gaze swept over them, everyone slowly lowered their heads.

Li Changqing's arrogant and invincible posture was like that of a heavenly god.

That punch not only defeated Rong Heng but also shattered their pride.

It made them understand what it meant to have heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people.

Just as the atmosphere in the training ground became so oppressive it felt almost tangible, Bei Xing, the second-ranked disciple of Jixing Martial Hall, spoke.

"We are not confident, but there is one person who is."

He raised his head, his eyes shining with a divine light of admiration.

"So what if Li Changqing is a genius?"

"We still have our invincible Senior Disciple Brother! Months ago, Senior Disciple Brother could already perform the Ten-Step Divine Fist."

"Senior Disciple Brother is invincible!"