An outer sect disciple, a young man whose aptitude amounted to only a white spirit bone.
Using nothing but a martial art that did not even qualify as high-grade, he had killed Gongsun Sheng, who had mastered spells, possessed a remarkable root bone, and had once been an official disciple up on the mountain. For a time, many of the mountain disciples present found this hard to accept.
In their eyes, it was like a small child taking a tree branch and stabbing an adult to death.
"Senior Brother, how much blood and sweat must it have taken to throw such an astonishing punch?"
Up in the Cloud Tower, Zhao Linglong stood rooted to the spot, murmuring in a daze.
"It must have taken ten times, even a hundred times, the blood, sweat, and effort of an ordinary person. After all, no matter how talented you are, there are no shortcuts on a martial artist's path. You have to practice day and night, punch by punch."
Dugu Qingxiao answered with a frown.
Unlike the others, who were stunned by the power of Xu Taiping's punch, these two thought more about the blood and sweat he had poured into it.
Yet a trace of viciousness flashed through the eyes of Jin Hezhi, who sat in front of them.
"Xu Taiping wins this round!"
Just then, the examiner at the arena announced Xu Taiping's victory.
"Senior Brother, Taiping only has one match left!"
Hearing the announcement, Zhao Linglong turned to Dugu Qingxiao, her face brimming with excitement.
"Besides this last match, he still needs to undertake a Sword Inquiry against a disciple of the Seven Peaks."
Qingxiao corrected her.
"Isn't the Sword Inquiry against the Seven Peaks just a formality? You can go down and give Xu Taiping some pointers then, Senior