"This devil is incredibly strong. I'll go."
Su Ling'er stepped forward. Her cultivation had reached the peak of Fourth-Step Immortal Lord, placing her among the top three of her fellow disciples. Mo Jin was strong, but she still had a chance.
"No, Junior Sister Ling'er. This devil's strength is immense, and his defenses are terrifying. To be safe, I'll fight this one myself!"
"I don't want any of you getting hurt!"
Zhuge Feng took a deep breath and spoke solemnly.
"Senior Brother..." Su Ling'er called out in worry, then stopped herself.
"It's fine. If I can't even beat him, how can I fight alongside Master someday?"
Zhuge Feng laughed and strode forward.
Soon, Zhuge Feng stood with the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron in hand, facing Mo Jin across the distance.
"Absolute strength?"
Zhuge Feng grinned, showing his snow-white teeth.
"What a coincidence. Master often tells me that one force can overcome ten techniques!"
"Let's see if your strength is absolute enough!"
The iron staff hummed in Zhuge Feng's hand as he pointed it at Mo Jin. His unmatched fighting spirit surged skyward, losing nothing to his opponent's terrifying devilish might!
The third match—a collision of strength against strength—was about to erupt!
"Peak Fourth Step? Interesting!"
"I thought Xiao Yan was your trump card. I didn't expect another genius like you."
"To think this broken Immortal Realm could produce someone like you. What a pity your cultivation is too weak!"
Contempt flashed in Mo Jin's scarlet eyes. He plainly did not take Zhuge Feng seriously.
"Heh!"
Zhuge Feng laughed and rested the iron staff across his shoulders. "If we were at the same level, one swing would be enough to kill you!"
"Arrogant!"
Mo Jin laughed in fury. No one had ever looked down on him like this, least of all