I'll Give You Three Moves

A thousand Experience Points?

That was just enough to level up. But in a one-on-one fight, Qin Jun really wasn't confident he could defeat Zhuo Junjie.

"What? Too scared? Don't worry, we'll stop before things go too far. It's just a spar!" Zhuo Junjie said with a raised brow and a smile.

Qin Jun narrowed his eyes. This guy was really full of himself!

But when he thought of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Transformations he had just comprehended, his heart grew heated again.

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

"Of course!" Zhuo Junjie replied arrogantly. No matter what kind of Magic Tool Qin Jun brought out, he believed that before absolute strength, all external objects were nothing but clouds drifting by.

Chang Tianyou and the others were somewhat nervous. Anyone who could have a Void Transformation Realm expert as a subordinate surely possessed extraordinary Magic Tools.

What if Qin Jun took out an Earth Grade Magic Tool?

Zhuo Junjie's sword was a Profound Grade Spirit Artifact. Combined with the spells he had mastered, he could even barely contend against an expert who had just entered the Golden Core Realm.

"Fine, then. When do we start?" Qin Jun asked impatiently.

Chang Qianqian could not help looking at him worriedly. She had wanted to mediate, but seeing how confident both Qin Jun and Zhuo Junjie were, she found it hard to speak up.

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

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

"Alright!"

Qin Jun agreed readily.

Chang Tianyou and the elders all wore smiles, while Chang Hao could not help beaming as well. Once you suffer a crushing defeat before the entire sect, let's see how you'll keep smiling.

"Young Master, are you confident?" Daji asked Qin Jun softly. She knew Qin Jun's combat ability well; he might not even be able to defeat cultivators at the same level.

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

As a genius disciple of the Xuanling Sect, Zhuo Junjie had surely learned many spells. With footwork alone, he could probably evade the Desert Eagle's bullets.

"A tiny little bit."

Qin Jun winked at Daji and smiled. Then he followed Zhuo Junjie out of the council hall.

Chang Tianyou and the elders followed after them as well. A match that drew out the Xuanling Sect's upper ranks could be considered a rare spectacle.

"Be careful. He agreed so readily; there must be something suspicious going on," Zhong Ling reminded Zhuo Junjie quietly.

"Don't worry. I won't lose!" Zhuo Junjie declared spiritedly. Ever since he had made his name, he had rarely encountered an opponent among those of the same realm. His confidence had not come from nowhere.

Before long, the group left the council hall and headed up the stone stairs toward the Martial Arts Arena halfway up the mountain.

The news spread quickly. In a short time, the entire sect knew about it.

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

"Is it a Golden Core Realm expert? What? Foundation Establishment Realm, fifth level? Is that guy trying to get himself killed?"

"Tsk, tsk. I heard they were the culprits behind last night's Heavenly Tribulation."

"A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator at the fifth level could trigger a Heavenly Tribulation?"

"I heard it was his subordinate who triggered it. At such a young age, he's already reached the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and even his subordinate is powerful. His background must be extraordinary."

The Xuanling Sect disciples discussed the matter heatedly while quickly gathering at the Martial Arts Arena.

Along the way, Qin Jun enjoyed the strange looks from passing disciples, but he did not care.

Soon, I'll leave you all dumbfounded!

Before long, they arrived at the Martial Arts Arena. It was already surrounded by layer upon layer of disciples. The entire arena stood two meters high and was a circular platform ten meters in diameter. With the mountain at its back and water beside it, if one side were blasted off by a powerful strike, they would likely fall into the nearby waterfall and be swept down the rapids to the foot of the mountain.

Even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators would end up either dead or severely injured.

It seemed the person who built the Martial Arts Arena had no good intentions either.

Though the Xuanling Sect was a righteous sect, among cultivator sects, mercy was merely a lofty ideal. For their own interests, even blood brothers could turn against each other, much less fellow disciples.

With that thought, Qin Jun arrived beneath the Martial Arts Arena. When the disciples saw Chang Tianyou and the others appear, they hurriedly made way.

The upper ranks had all shown up. This battle was no longer ordinary; it had risen to a matter concerning the sect's honor.

"Qin Jun, be careful."

Chang Qianqian nervously tugged at Qin Jun's sleeve. The sight made the eyes of the other Xuanling Sect disciples nearly spit fire.

Every one of them wished they could jump out and kill Qin Jun.

Chang Hao was even more heartbroken.

"Qianqian and this kid..." Chang Tianyou's gaze flickered. He viewed the situation differently from Chang Hao and the others.

Although Qin Jun had embarrassed the Xuanling Sect, the power he commanded made Chang Tianyou immensely covetous.

More importantly was Qin Jun's background. A mere young master could have a Void Transformation Realm expert as a bodyguard, so the force behind him had to be powerful.

If Chang Qianqian married Qin Jun...

Chang Tianyou's heart began beating faster. The way he looked at Qin Jun became increasingly fervent, while his desire to see Qin Jun embarrassed weakened considerably.

"I'll have Junjie show mercy later."

Chang Tianyou silently decided this. At the same time, Qin Jun and Zhuo Junjie stepped onto the stage and faced each other.

Dressed in black, Zhuo Junjie drew his longsword. He looked like a proud, solitary swordsman, his bearing exceptional enough to make the female disciples below nearly see stars in their eyes.

Compared to Chang Hao, Zhuo Junjie possessed far more of the bearing expected of a senior disciple from an immortal cultivation sect.

Compared with him, Qin Jun, dressed in an Imperial Guard uniform, was more handsome, but his presence could not compare at all. Standing before Zhuo Junjie, Qin Jun looked more like a supporting character.

"Go, Senior Brother Zhuo!"

"Just who is this kid?"

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

"Tsk, tsk. This kid looks so weak!"

The Xuanling Sect disciples chattered away, kicking him while he was down. Even though most of them were only in the Qi Refining Realm, when facing an outsider, they had an instinctive talent for trash talk.

"Go, Qin Jun!"

Among the crowd, only Chang Qianqian cheered for Qin Jun, but her voice sounded especially grating to the other disciples.

Their junior sister had been lured away by a wolf!

Humiliation!

The humiliation of every male disciple in the sect!

Zhuo Junjie was somewhat displeased as well. He snorted coldly. "Show me your Magic Tool!"

Qin Jun directly took the Desert Eagle from his Storage Ring. With a flick of his right hand, it spun flamboyantly around his fingertips three times, its silver gleam making many disciples squint.

Chang Tianyou and the elders frowned at the sight. The Magic Tool in this kid's hand was so strange; they had never seen anything like it before.

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

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

Zhuo Junjie spoke calmly, and his composed bearing drew cheers from the disciples below.

Such bearing was worthy of the Xuanling Sect's senior disciple!

"Give me three moves? Are you sure?" Qin Jun asked with a strange expression. Were disciples from great sects always this eager to court death?

They even gave their opponent moves in a duel...

"That's right!" Zhuo Junjie practically tilted his nose toward the sky.

Chang Qianqian, who had always admired Zhuo Junjie, suddenly felt that this former Senior Disciple Brother seemed rather pretentious no matter how she looked at him.

She had learned the word "pretentious" from Qin Jun.

Put simply, it meant someone who liked to brag and show off. She had also heard Qin Jun say that people who acted pretentious usually met bad ends.