Zhou Heng stomped fiercely on the bluestone slabs.
Stone chips flew everywhere.
Using the recoil, his massive body shot straight toward Li Pingsheng on the opposite side of the arena.
"Trash, get the hell off the stage yourself, and I'll spare your two dog legs!"
Zhou Heng's roar made the eardrums of the disciples in front ache and swell.
Li Pingsheng's feet remained still, while his left shoulder dipped slightly.
Within his dantian, the violet thunder core throbbed slowly once.
He forcibly sealed his meridians, cutting off the thunder qi that was about to surge forth, and drew upon only thirty percent of his remaining ordinary blood and qi.
His left fist smashed out against the gale.
The two fists collided in midair.
The sound of bone and flesh crashing carried outward.
Li Pingsheng slid back roughly three feet, the soles of his shoes leaving two distinct white streaks across the bluestone slabs.
A faintly sweet, bloody taste rose in his throat.
The outer sect disciples around the arena immediately erupted into piercing laughter.
"Did you see that? Head Disciple can't even take a single punch from Zhou Heng!"
"I've always said it—him beating Chen Tieshan before was nothing but luck!"
"Your dantian is already shattered, yet you still want to step onto the stage? Do you really think you're some lofty Head Disciple?"
The disciples who usually fawned over Zhou Heng shouted the loudest now.
Lu Qingshan was squeezed into the very front, his ten fingers gripping the wooden railing before him tightly.
"What is Brother Li doing?"
"Why isn't he using Purple Lightning?"
"Did forcibly sealing his Spirit Aperture last night injure him so badly that he can't even raise his blood and qi?"
Cold sweat immediately drenched Lu Qingshan's back.
He knew Li Pingsheng's character.
If Li