Fists and Feet Have No Eyes

The air instantly fell silent.

The elders and disciples from each peak and vein did not mock Chen Yan for overestimating himself.

Of course, no one took what Chen Yan said seriously either.

They all simply thought Chen Yan's mind was not quite right.

Qi Yadong was the personal disciple of Elder Song Wencheng from the Law Enforcement Hall of Kongyuan Mountain.

He was a true Inner Sect Elder's Personal Disciple. From the day he joined the Empty Mountain Sect, he had been under the sect's attention and focus for cultivation.

As for Chen Yan, before being taken as a disciple by Lin Qifeng, he had wasted ten years in the Outer Court.

Although Chen Yan's performance in the recent Outer Court Grand Competition was quite astonishing, even surpassing the performance of the vast majority of Inner Sect Disciples in the Body Tempering Realm.

But it must be remembered that, under normal circumstances, the average age for Core Disciples like Elder's Personal Disciples to break through to the Qi Condensation Realm was before the age of fourteen.

Both were at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm, but a seventeen-year-old at Body Tempering Realm would be crushed by a fourteen-year-old at the same realm.

Age and physical development greatly influenced the combat power of cultivators in the Body Tempering Realm.

Qi Yadong believed that his performance at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm was definitely inferior to Chen Yan's.

However, at seventeen, he had already reached the Qi Condensation Realm Mid-stage. At that time, he could definitely defeat the current Chen Yan within one move.

Qi Yadong was nineteen this year, and his realm had already reached the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm. He was confident he could break through to the Martial Spring Realm before the age of twenty.

Looking across the Empty Mountain Sect, if only considering contemporary disciples, there were no more than thirty people who could break through to the Martial Spring Realm before the age of twenty.

In other words, Qi Yadong was definitely one of the top figures in the Empty Mountain Sect's contemporary disciples.

Yet Chen Yan dared to claim he could defeat him within one move without the aid of any magical artifacts?

Qi Yadong only felt surprised.

How dared he?

One must know that even if a cultivator in the Qi Condensation Realm suppressed their cultivation to the level of the Body Tempering Realm through elixirs, the strength of their body, whose flesh and meridians had been tempered by True Qi for a long time, was by no means comparable to any cultivator in the Body Tempering Realm.

It would be more reasonable if Qi Yadong could defeat Chen Yan within three moves.

But...

Facing Chen Yan's wild boast, Song Wencheng merely shook his head and said nothing, then gestured for Qi Yadong to ascend the stage.

"Senior Brother Chen, go!"

"Let those Inner Sect people see that we in the Outer Court have geniuses too!"

The Outer Court disciples below the stage were full of confidence in Chen Yan and were greatly enthusiastic.

If Chen Yan had been arrogant when fighting Outer Court disciples, it would have been understandable.

But for him to maintain such a rampant attitude when fighting Qi Yadong was quite puzzling.

However, Chen Yan did this for a reason.

He suspected that the reincarnation's score might be related to his reputation and prestige.

The more renowned he was, the higher the reincarnation's score would be, and the better the rewards.

With Lin Qifeng behind him, and having indeed obtained Inner Sect cultivation resources, he should not easily be labeled a "Calamity Cause."

Even if he were labeled a Calamity Cause, it would just mean entering reincarnation again and starting over.

Moreover, if he were eliminated as a Calamity Cause, it would serve to verify his guess.

Of course, this was only one of Chen Yan's speculations.

Chen Yan clearly understood how great his cultivation talent was. The reincarnation's rewards and inheritance mechanism were the best ways for him to progress on the path to immortality.

Therefore, some sacrifice was necessary.

"Junior Brother Chen, please."

Qi Yadong stood proudly on the stage, his hands behind his back.

The sunlight filtering through the clouds illuminated the gilded crane patterns on the sleeves of his Daoist Robe, adding to his elegance.

Chen Yan remained silent, merely letting the True Qi surge within his body.

Under the enhancement of the Hidden Immortal Art, no one could see through Chen Yan's true cultivation beneath his surface. Even though his Martial Spring was operating at full speed, his True Qi was vibrant.

He intended to defeat Qi Yadong in an earth-shattering manner.

In the most dazzling way, he would shock the Inner and Outer Courts of the entire Empty Mountain Sect.

This was an experiment that spared no cost.

The next moment, Chen Yan heavily stomped his left foot on the ground. The bluestone bricks immediately shattered, and the spot his toe landed on instantly turned to powder.

The distance of over ten meters between them was closed in an instant.

Chen Yan pulled his right fist back. The moment he threw it forward, the True Qi surging like waves within his meridians instantly solidified.

Bang!

A simple, unadorned punch, relying solely on physical strength, a full-powered strike from a Martial Spring Realm cultivator, landed heavily on Qi Yadong's chest.

This proud son of Kongyuan Mountain was sent flying directly, crashing heavily onto the stage.

He struggled to lift his head, his face first pale, then rapidly turning a dark purple:

"You, you can't possibly be in Body Tempering... cough!"

A mouthful of bloody phlegm erupted from Qi Yadong's mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

A large section of his chest had completely caved in, and large patches of crimson began to appear on his Daoist Robe.

The Medical Hall disciples who had been waiting below quickly climbed onto the stage. They first stuffed life-saving pills into Qi Yadong's mouth before immediately beginning emergency treatment.

It was merely a symbolic resuscitation.

About ten seconds later, the leading Steward from the Outer Court Medical Hall turned to look at Elder Song Wencheng, who was watching from the viewing platform with an anxious expression, and slowly shook his head.

The person could not be saved.

"Bastard!"

Song Wencheng stood up, slamming his hand onto the tea table beside him, crushing it into dust, and shouted loudly.

The might of a Spirit Realm cultivator surged, and the atmosphere of the Training Ground instantly became oppressive.

Even Chen Yan, who was still standing on the stage, felt a tightness in his chest at that moment.

Not to mention the Outer Court Disciples in the Body Tempering Realm or Qi Condensation Realm.

Qi Yadong was Song Wencheng's most favored disciple, and his only personal disciple.

Song Wencheng had paved the path of success for Qi Yadong, and everything was proceeding according to plan.

For this Outer Court Grand Competition, there was originally another candidate to be the gatekeeper of Kongyuan Mountain.

But Song Wencheng had overruled all objections and had his disciple Qi Yadong serve as the gatekeeper, not only to build Qi Yadong's resume but also to let him gain some recognition from the elders and seniors of other peaks.

He never expected that it would end in such a manner.

"Guards, seize that scoundrel and imprison him in the Detention Center. I will personally interrogate him!"

Song Wencheng pointed at Chen Yan on the stage and roared.

"I'd like to see who dares!"

Lin Qifeng also stood up abruptly, his eyes wide with anger, glaring at Song Wencheng:

"Fists and feet have no eyes, you bear responsibility for your own life and death. Song, don't you even understand this simple principle!"

"Lin Qifeng, stop spewing nonsense. Take him down and escort him back to the Kongyuan Mountain Detention Center!"

"Today, whoever dares to lay a single finger on Chen Yan, I, Lin Qifeng, will not let them off!"

The situation in the Training Ground began to become confrontational.

Meanwhile, Chen Yan simply stood on the stage, saying nothing.

He was prepared to start over.