Qi Peng, the Number One Disciple of the Outer Sect

Puxing Yu had some words on the tip of his tongue, but he held them back.

His blood surged, and the immense power of his blood began to ripple through the air.

"Kid, you're looking for trouble!"

He unsheathed his sword, took a step, and shot out like a rocket.

Under the shroud of his aura, the two collided like raging beasts.

With his initial cultivation at the sixth level and the 3.2 times explosive power amplification from his elementary-level Mountain Breaking Fist, Jiang Heng possessed an explosive power of up to 200,000 jin. Although it was only slightly stronger than Puxing Yu, Jiang Heng's physical strength was much superior.

"Boom!"

The blade and the fist clashed, and the violent airwaves radiated outward from the center where they met.

Jiang Heng remained motionless, but Puxing Yu's long knife almost flew out of his hand, forcing him to take a step back.

The gap between the two was clear.

The audience below was in an uproar.

"Jiang Heng's explosive power is even stronger than Puxing Yu's!"

"His physique, agility, and strength are all at the pinnacle of the physical realm! What a monstrous young man!"

"At his current age and limited cultivation, once he reaches the tenth level of the physical realm, he will undoubtedly have a chance to compete for the championship in the sect's grand competition!"

This statement immediately caused a wave of exclamations.

It was important to note that being an outer sect disciple of the Dalu  Sect was already considered a top talent in the eyes of ordinary people. The sect's grand competition was a contest among the strongest disciples, and emerging victorious in it was a prestigious achievement!

On the dueling platform, the two paid no attention to the discussions below.

Jiang Heng raised his hand and examined it. There was a faint red mark on his three knuckles.

"Your weapon is not bad; it made my hand feel a bit of pain."

"Come again!"

Jiang Heng charged forward and threw another heavy punch!

Puxing Yu's right hand, holding the sword, trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock.

What others didn't know was that his long knife was a treasure-level weapon!

It could easily cut hair and slice iron like mud. Even an ordinary tempered weapon could be easily cut through.

However, now, in a direct confrontation, Jiang Heng had left only an almost invisible red mark on the knife in Puxing Yu's hand.

Could such a formidable physique truly be possessed by a physical cultivator?

Puxing Yu's thoughts were tangled, but he had no choice but to wield his sword again as Jiang Heng charged at him once more.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two collided violently in succession!

Invisible shockwaves wreaked havoc all around!

The earth shattered, and the airwaves rolled!

Finally, Puxing Yu's long knife flew out of his hand, leaving him wide open.

Jiang Heng struck again with a powerful punch, hitting him square in the chest.

Puxing Yu coughed up blood and was sent flying backward.

Jiang Heng wasted no time and chased after him.

With his left hand, he grabbed Puxing Yu's hair, stopping his retreat, while his right hand delivered several more punches.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

He let go, allowing Puxing Yu to slump to the ground.

In his mind, the system notification sounded right on time.

"Ding! Victory in battle, gain 100 potential points."

The steward leaped over and, after a brief examination of Puxing Yu's injuries, declared:

"The winner - Jiang Heng!"

"From today on, Jiang Heng is the new champion of the dueling platform!"

The cheers of the surrounding crowd erupted!

At this moment.

"Just the champion of the dueling platform, but anyone who doesn't know might think he won the sect's grand competition!"

A disdainful voice came from outside the dueling platform.

People turned their heads and immediately saw the ugly youth standing not far from Meng Lingshui.

Meng Lingshui quietly moved further away.

Jiang Heng, who was about to leave the stage, also shifted his gaze.

The audience below let out a series of exclamations.

"He's Qipeng! Qipeng, the number one outer sect disciple!"

"Why is he here to watch the dueling platform? Given his status, he shouldn't be interested in it."

"How interesting! It seems like Qipeng, the number one outer sect disciple, is challenging Jiang Heng?"

"Do you think they'll fight?"

"With Qipeng's strength, Jiang Heng is definitely not his match now."

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, Qipeng held his head high and cast a disdainful look at Jiang Heng on the dueling platform.

"Jiang Heng, I heard you bullied Meng Lingshui yesterday."

"I'd like to see if someone as arrogant and rude as you can withstand my sword."

Meng Lingshui clenched her fist by the side and gave Qipeng a fierce glare.

Jiang Heng remained calm, a faint smile playing on his face.

"So, you're the champion of last year's Eighth Peak Sect Competition, Qipeng?"

The sect competition was held by each peak individually, so the winner wasn't officially considered the number one outer disciple of the entire Dalu  Sect. However, many people referred to the champion of the sect competition as the number one outer disciple.

Jiang Heng mentioned it on purpose, just to slightly suppress Qipeng's arrogance.

Qipeng's expression froze. Being proud and arrogant, he felt an inexplicable anger rise in his heart. He coldly replied, "That's right!"

"Jiang Heng, don't just bully girls. Do you have the guts to duel with me?"

Meng Lingshui, standing beside them, shot another icy glance at Qipeng.

Her eyes were filled with killing intent!

Qipeng shuddered all over, turned to look around, but couldn't find the source of the killing intent. He then turned his gaze back to Jiang Heng, waiting for his response.

"Alright!"

Jiang Heng nonchalantly agreed.

"One month from now is the Sect Competition. We'll have an official showdown in front of everyone."

"Or, if you're not confident in making it to the final battle, we can have our duel here in half a month."

"You choose!"

Qipeng was taken aback. He had originally wanted an immediate duel, but now that Jiang Heng had spoken up to this point, he couldn't press for it any further.

Moreover, Jiang Heng had just fought a big battle, and even if he won now, others might think he took advantage of the situation, which wouldn't be honorable.

"In that case, I'll give you another month, and we'll meet on the dueling platform then."

"However, even if you can't make it to the final battle, I'll still have a one-on-one duel with you."

"No matter what tricks you try, you won't escape this battle!"

With that, he turned around and left in a casual manner.