Challenging Wang Sheng Across Levels

"Cough, cough!"

Cui Sheng felt like laughing. His gaze swept over the crestfallen Wei Lingqin and landed on Wang Sheng. "Since that's the case, Wang Sheng, you can come in with me."

"Yes! Junior Brother will do his best! I won't fail Master's expectations!"

Wang Sheng stepped out of the crowd, cupping his fists with a composed expression.

His method of showcasing his strength and comprehension had worked, successfully drawing Zhao Jie's attention.

Although Wang Sheng's physique was still a flaw, he wasn't asking Zhao Jie to support him into becoming a Transforming Energy expert. He just wanted to see the Transforming Energy cultivation method. This request wasn't excessive, was it?

Soon, The thirty-six disciples selected by the six factions entered the yamen one after another.

Inside the yamen.

White walls and black tiles.

It was very ordinary, even a bit dilapidated. The training grounds on the ground were even overgrown with grass.

Past the training grounds, further in was the bright main hall, where judgments were usually passed.

At this moment, in the yamen's main hall, The highest-ranking official for hundreds of miles around Ershui City, City Governor He Xiangjun, sat in the main seat, chatting with a Great Martial Master with a smile.

The six Transforming Energy Grandmasters from the six factions were seated on either side. They all had calm expressions, occasionally exchanging a few words, laced with subtle mockery.

Many constables and yamen runners were scattered around the hall, their expressions tense, looking quite nervous.

"Recently, I've gained a fine disciple. His physique is average, but his comprehension is extremely high. If anyone has any difficult cultivation methods or secret arts, they can entrust them to my disciple for study. The gains can be shared!"

Zhao Jie knew that many disciples had witnessed the events of this morning, so the news of Wang Sheng's high comprehension couldn't be hidden. Therefore, he stated it openly.

He wasn't afraid of anyone assassinating Wang Sheng because of this. As long as they investigated, they would discover Wang Sheng's low-grade physique.

Of course, the key was that Zhao Jie didn't care about Wang Sheng's life or death.

Comprehension was too ethereal. No matter how good it was, it would be held back by physique. For a Great Martial Master like Zhao Jie, it wasn't of much help. He wasn't planning to hand over his own cultivation methods to Wang Sheng.

"Heh heh, high comprehension?"

"It is indeed a coincidence. I also recently took in a disciple who has excellent comprehension and has learned a cultivation method on his own. If I hadn't discovered him in time and stopped him from cultivating two methods simultaneously, I would have wasted his time and physique!"

Cheng Yuan, the head of Cangshan Martial Academy, had white hair and an aged face, but his eyes were sharp. His voice boomed like a bell, and his muscles bulged. He was the tallest person present, and his imposing aura showed no signs of decline.

At this moment, Cheng Yuan looked at Zhao Jie and spoke slowly with a smile, appearing very satisfied with his disciple.

"Hmph, Old Man Cheng. Are you trying to say your disciple surpasses mine in physique?"

"As expected of your stinginess. After losing to me in a match years ago, you want to make up for it with your disciples!"

Zhao Jie sneered.

"Lost to you? That was years ago. If we fought now, I've reached Great Body Refinement completion. The outcome is still unknown!"

Cheng Yuan's brows furrowed, and his expression turned unpleasant.

He continued, "My disciple has both exceptional comprehension and physique, stronger than yours. What's there to make up for?"

"Are you trying to be shameless like me, wanting to see everyone's cultivation methods but using your disciple's high comprehension as an excuse? Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

Zhao Jie immediately became enraged. He slammed the table and shouted, "Old man, I'll break your old bones today! Let's see if you dare to keep talking tough!"

Cheng Yuan smiled faintly and stood up. "Do you think I'm afraid of you? My disciples all have good talent. I have three disciples who have reached Late Dark Energy. You, on the other hand, only have Cui Sheng."

"Alright, alright. The juniors are watching."

"If you want to fight, go somewhere else. If you don't want to split those things, then go fight."

The other Transforming Energy Grandmasters couldn't help but speak up to mediate.

Finally, under the persuasion of City Governor He Xiangjun, Zhao Jie and Cheng Yuan temporarily sat down, but both had angry expressions.

"Come, Wang Sheng, you can spar with this old man's disciple."

Zhao Jie was infuriated by Cheng Yuan's last remark that he only had one disciple at Late Dark Energy, which implied he was incompetent at teaching. Thus, he immediately called out Wang Sheng, who was standing outside in the training grounds.

The disciples of each faction stood on the training grounds, awaiting orders from their masters inside.

"Afraid of you? Never!"

Cheng Yuan also called out his disciple, Xu Zhuo.

However, When Wang Sheng and Xu Zhuo stepped forward, bowed to the Grandmasters, and announced their names and cultivation levels, a discrepancy appeared.

Wang Sheng was at Mid Bright Energy.

Xu Zhuo was at the peak of Early Bright Energy.

There was a difference of about one-third of their strength.

"Old Man Cheng, my disciple's cultivation is stronger than yours, so it seems we can't compare!"

Zhao Jie said with a smile, deliberately provoking Cheng Yuan.

"This disciple wishes to fight Senior Brother Wang Sheng!"

Xu Zhuo indeed looked young, perhaps even a little younger than Wang Sheng. Hearing Zhao Jie's words, and having already felt his Master's anticipation, he immediately requested to fight, his face cold, intending to challenge Wang Sheng across cultivation levels.

"Absolutely not!"

Cheng Yuan's expression turned ugly, but he directly refused.

He believed his disciple was definitely stronger than Wang Sheng at the same cultivation level, but he wouldn't underestimate Wang Sheng and let his disciple risk a cross-level challenge.

Zhao Jie chuckled and said no more.

If it were him, he wouldn't let his disciple risk a challenge against a higher level either.

"Then let's begin!"

He Xiangjun said.

The six Great Martial Masters nodded in agreement.

Thus, The first match: Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy versus Cangshan Martial Academy.

The disciple battle at the same cultivation level began.

Early Bright Energy: Xu Zhuo versus Wu An. Wu An was defeated cleanly in three moves.

Cangshan Academy's head, Cheng Yuan, smiled.

Zhao Jie's expression turned a bit colder; the defeat was too swift.

Mid Bright Energy: Wang Sheng versus Cangshan disciple Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo was a Body Refiner, and Wang Sheng intentionally only used the Great Tablet Shattering Hand. Therefore, although Wang Sheng won in the end, it was a narrow victory.

This time, Zhao Jie's expression changed slightly, but he remained outwardly calm.

Cheng Yuan said nothing; this outcome was within his expectations. However, this Wang Sheng didn't seem that strong.

After watching Wang Sheng's fight with Zhou Mo, Xu Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists, as if anticipating something.

Next, the third match: Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy's Li Hu lost. A salt shop went to Cangshan Martial Academy.

The fourth match: Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy's Tian Muzhen lost. A pawnshop was lost.

The fifth match: Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy's Yu Cheng drew with his opponent.

The sixth match: Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy's Cui Sheng narrowly won after a desperate fight. Two large mansions were won back.

Although the sixth match was won.

Zhao Jie's expression had already turned as dark as water. He was expressionless, and his teacup had shattered without him even realizing when.

The aura around Zhao Jie became extremely oppressive and heavy, making the surrounding yamen runners gasp for breath and quietly retreat a few steps.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy: three losses, two wins, and one draw in six matches.

To be honest, this record wasn't a devastating loss.

But Cheng Yuan's disciples clearly held the advantage and were stronger than Zhao Jie's disciples, with Cheng Yuan occasionally taunting him.

Furthermore, in the final match, Cheng Yuan, cherishing his disciple, conceded rather than have him fight desperately, otherwise the outcome was still unknown.

To lose to his old rival, Cangshan Martial Academy, in front of so many experts and juniors.

The key was that Cheng Yuan was originally not as good as him, and it was Zhao Jie's disciples who were underperforming.

This made Zhao Jie, who already valued his reputation, furious enough to explode like the teacup.

Zhao Jie cursed inwardly, wishing he could flip the table and start a war with Cangshan Martial Academy, crushing Cheng Yuan.

But his reason reminded him that flipping the table would only result in him being crushed by the combined efforts of the others.

City Governor He Xiangjun shook his head slightly. The other Great Martial Masters could all see that Zhao Jie truly didn't know how to teach disciples. His subordinates' techniques were quite mediocre, so it was no wonder only Cui Sheng had reached Late Dark Energy.

Other factions had at least two disciples in Late Dark Energy.

It was when Zhao Jie could no longer stand it and wanted to leave with his disciples that

Xu Zhuo suddenly stepped forward, cupped his hands in a salute, and solemnly said, "Disciple Xu Zhuo requests to fight Senior Brother Wang Sheng, and implores Master for permission!"

Cheng Yuan shook his head, about to tell Xu Zhuo to step down.

But unexpectedly, Xu Zhuo knelt directly, kowtowed, and begged Cheng Yuan to agree.

"Fine, Xu Zhuo is still young and arrogant. It's good if he wins, and if he loses, it can temper his sharp edge," Cheng Yuan thought to himself as he glanced at Wang Sheng, who was frowning.

"Zhao Jie, does your disciple Wang Sheng still dare to accept the challenge?"

Cheng Yuan said with a smile as he looked at Zhao Jie, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.