Let You Have Three Moves

A thousand Experience Points?

Just enough to level up. If it were a one-on-one fight, Qin Jun wasn't confident he could defeat Zhuo Junjie.

"What? Scared? Don't worry, it'll just be a spar, stopping before any real harm is done!" Zhuo Junjie raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

Qin Jun couldn't help but narrow his eyes. This guy was pretty arrogant!

But thinking of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Transformations he had just grasped, his heart grew hot with anticipation.

"Can we use Magic Tools?" Qin Jun asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Zhuo Junjie replied haughtily. No matter what Magic Tool Qin Jun brought out, he believed that in the face of absolute strength, any external object would be insignificant.

Chang Tianyou and the others grew a little nervous. Someone who could have a Void Transformation Realm expert as a subordinate must possess extraordinary Magic Tools.

What if he produced an Earth Grade Magic Tool?

Zhuo Junjie's sword was a Profound Grade Spirit Artifact, and combined with his mastery of spells, he could even barely contend with a cultivator who had just entered the Golden Core Realm.

"Alright, when should we start?" Qin Jun asked eagerly.

Chang Qianqian couldn't help but look at him worriedly. She had wanted to mediate, but seeing the confident expressions on both Qin Jun and Zhuo Junjie's faces, she found it difficult to speak up.

"Let's go to the Martial Arts Arena!" Zhuo Junjie said with a meaningful smile.

The Martial Arts Arena was the designated place for Xuanling Sect disciples to spar and duel. Once they stepped onto it, the entire sect would surely know.

"Okay!"

Qin Jun readily agreed.

Chang Tianyou and the elders all smiled, and Chang Hao couldn't help but beam. Wait until you're miserably defeated in front of all the sect disciples, then let's see you smile.

"Young Master, do you have a chance?" Daji asked Qin Jun in a low voice. She knew Qin Jun's combat power; he couldn't even reliably defeat cultivators of the same level.

Now, his opponent was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Even with the Desert Eagle, it would be difficult for Qin Jun to gain an advantage.

As a genius disciple of the Xuanling Sect, Zhuo Junjie must have learned many spells. He could dodge the Desert Eagle's bullets with his movement techniques alone.

"A tiny bit."

Qin Jun winked and smiled at Daji before following Zhuo Junjie out of the assembly hall.

Chang Tianyou and the elders followed suit. A battle that drew out the high-ranking officials of the Xuanling Sect was quite a rare spectacle.

"You should be careful. He agreed so readily, there must be something fishy going on," Zhong Ling whispered to Zhuo Junjie.

"Don't worry, I won't lose!" Zhuo Junjie declared confidently. Since his debut, he had rarely encountered an equal opponent among his peers. His confidence wasn't built on nothing.

Soon, the group emerged from the assembly hall and walked up the stone steps towards the Martial Arts Arena on the mountainside.

News traveled fast. Within a short time, the entire sect was aware of the impending duel.

"What? Senior Brother Zhuo is going to fight someone?"

"Is it a Golden Core Realm expert? What? Foundation Establishment Realm fifth layer? Is that person looking to die?"

"Tsk, tsk. I heard they were the ones who caused the heavenly tribulation last night."

"A Foundation Establishment fifth layer cultivator causing a heavenly tribulation?"

"They say it was his subordinate who caused it. Not only did he reach the fifth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm at such a young age, but his subordinates are also very strong. His background is no simple matter."

The disciples of the Xuanling Sect chattered amongst themselves, and at the same time, they quickly gathered towards the Martial Arts Arena.

Along the way, Qin Jun enjoyed the strange glances from the passing disciples, but he paid them no mind.

Just you wait, I'll make you all dumbfounded soon!

Soon, they arrived at the Martial Arts Arena. It was already surrounded by circles upon circles of disciples. The arena itself was two meters high, a circular platform with a diameter of ten meters, nestled against the mountains and beside a body of water. If one party were to be blasted out with immense force, they would likely fall into the adjacent waterfall and be swept down to the foot of the mountain by the torrent.

Even a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator would likely end up dead or severely injured.

It seemed the person who created the Martial Arts Arena didn't have good intentions.

Although the Xuanling Sect was a righteous sect, in the world of cultivators, benevolence was merely a grand principle. For their own benefit, they could turn against their own brothers, let alone fellow disciples.

Thinking this, Qin Jun arrived at the base of the Martial Arts Arena. The disciples, seeing Chang Tianyou and the others appear, quickly parted to make way.

With the high-ranking officials present, this battle was no longer ordinary; it had escalated to the point of concerning the sect's reputation.

"Qin Jun, you have to be careful."

Chang Qianqian tugged at Qin Jun's sleeve, her voice laced with anxiety. This scene made the other Xuanling Sect disciples' eyes practically burn with jealousy.

They wished they could jump out and kill Qin Jun right then and there.

Chang Hao was even more heartbroken.

"Qianqian and this kid..." Chang Tianyou's eyes flickered. His perspective on the situation was different from Chang Hao and the others.

Although Qin Jun had caused the Xuanling Sect to lose face, the power he wielded was something Chang Tianyou coveted greatly.

Most importantly, there was Qin Jun's background. Just having a Young Master with a Void Transformation Realm expert as a bodyguard indicated that the forces behind him must be powerful.

If Chang Qianqian and Qin Jun were to form an alliance...

Chang Tianyou's heart began to race, and his gaze towards Qin Jun grew more fervent. The desire to see Qin Jun defeated lessened considerably.

"I'll tell Junjie to go easy on him later," Chang Tianyou decided inwardly. At the same time, Qin Jun and Zhuo Junjie took the stage, facing each other.

Zhuo Junjie, dressed in black, drew his long sword. He stood like an arrogant swordsman, exuding an extraordinary aura that made the female disciples below's eyes sparkle.

Compared to Chang Hao, Zhuo Junjie possessed more of the demeanor of a senior disciple from a cultivation sect.

In contrast, Qin Jun, clad in Imperial Guard uniform, was more handsome but couldn't compare in presence. Before Zhuo Junjie, Qin Jun seemed more like a supporting character.

"Go, Senior Brother Zhuo!"

"What's this kid's background?"

"That woman beside him is so beautiful... I've never seen such a stunning woman before..."

"Tsk tsk, this kid looks really weak!"

The Xuanling Sect disciples chattered amongst themselves, kicking him while he was down. Even though most of them were only at the Qi Refining Realm, they instinctively knew how to verbally attack outsiders.

"Go, Qin Jun!"

Amidst the crowd, only Chang Qianqian was cheering for Qin Jun, but her voice sounded jarring to the other disciples.

Their junior sister had been snatched away!

Shame!

The shame of all the male disciples in the sect!

Zhuo Junjie also looked displeased. He snorted and said, "Show me your Magic Tool!"

Qin Jun directly took out the Desert Eagle from his Storage Ring. With a flick of his right hand, the Desert Eagle spun three times flashily at his fingertips, its silver gleam causing many disciples to squint.

Chang Tianyou and a group of elders frowned, looking at the peculiar Magic Tool in the young man's hand, which they had never seen before.

The Howling Celestial Dog lay on the ground, bored. It had no interest in a fight between Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.

"Make your move. I'll let you have three moves!"

Zhuo Junjie said calmly, his composed demeanor earning cheers from the disciples below.

Such bearing was befitting of a senior disciple of the Xuanling Sect!

"Let me have three moves? Are you sure?" Qin Jun's expression was odd. Were disciples from great sects always this reckless?

Allowing the opponent... during a match?

"That's right!" Zhuo Junjie's nose was practically in the air.

Chang Qianqian, who had always admired Zhuo Junjie, suddenly felt that the former senior disciple had a bit of a show-off vibe.

She had learned the term "show-off" from Qin Jun.

In simple terms, it meant liking to brag and put on a display of power. She had also heard from Qin Jun that showing off often led to bad ends.