In the grand martial arts hall, a sudden silence fell over the place.
The outer sect disciples who witnessed this scene thought they must still be dreaming.
Li Mo was showing off his punch technique.
Today, he had just wiped the floor with Wang Hu, the martial hall tyrant.
With just a single punch, he had knocked Wang Hu down and made him unable to get back up.
Is this what you call a beginner?
Are the true disciples this outrageous?
On the master’s chair, He Hongfeng’s expression shifted.
Having brushed against the Observation Realm, he could see that Li Mo had merely opened a single meridian.
The speed of his progress wasn’t what shocked him.
Wang Hu was a three-meridian bl**d Energy Realm fighter.
One meridian beating three? That’s a total curb-stomping! Of course, Wang Hu had been overconfident.
Add to that, Li Zhenchuang’s punching skills far surpassed Wang Hu’s!
He had just witnessed it clearly.
That punch was at least on par with the Twin Dragon Fist!
Wang Hao leaped up and swiftly made his way to Wang Hu, channeling internal energy to help him recover his bl**d energy.
His expression was as grim as a storm cloud.
“Since Li Zhenchuang doesn’t want to spar with the outer sect disciples, let’s challenge each other.”
“Wang Hao, that’s against the rules.”
He Hongfeng set down his teacup, cursing internally.
You, a mere internal energy cultivator, want to spar with a bl**d Energy Realm fighter?
Have you no shame?
The other outer disciples couldn’t hold back either.
When Wang Hu was bullying us, you didn’t say a word.
So it’s just okay for him to win, huh?
“I’m not using internal energy; I can just suppress my realm to match the initial stage of the bl**d Energy Realm.”
“Inner sect disciples asking a true disciple for guidance is perfectly acceptable, even if it reaches my master’s ears.”
Wang Hao had no intention of giving He Hongfeng any face.
He Hongfeng’s expression darkened further. Can I suppress him with Fu Tu?
The gap between inner sect stewards and outer sect stewards is much larger than that between inner and outer sect disciples.
He seemed to think of something and sneered:
“Fine, you won’t regret this. Li Shidi, what do you say? If you wish to avoid a fight, that’s fine too.”
“Hehe.”
Wang Hao ignored him, his eyes sharp as knives as he looked at Li Mo.
Li Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Since he was suppressing to a lower realm, of course he had to give it a shot.
As a novice in martial arts, he had just gotten into the rhythm.
Moreover, when he had been in a real fight just now, a surge of fighting spirit had inexplicably arisen within him. As time passed, that fighting spirit hadn’t diminished—instead, it burned hotter, like a wildfire.
Thus, when he finally sparred, he wasn’t the least bit awkward. He fully unleashed everything he had learned.
Could this… be due to his innate Xuan Pin Immortal Body?
“Please teach me.”
Li Mo spoke softly.
Everyone’s hearts trembled. Li Shidi actually accepted the challenge? He had only been learning martial arts for two days!
If it were with other inner sect disciples, it would be one thing, but Wang Hao, though seeming friendly, was actually a cunning individual…
Li Mo then turned his head again:
“Xiao Shixiong, step aside… huh?”
Where is Old Xiao?
He noticed that his side was suddenly empty; Xiao Qian had vanished.
Strange, Old Xiao didn’t strike me as the kind to run away when things got rough!
“Ha-ha, you’re sticking your neck out for someone, and that someone has run away.”
Wang Hao, fearing that Li Mo might refuse the challenge, clasped his hands behind his back, a smirk tugging at his lips:
“Don’t let others say I’m bullying the weak; let’s have you go first…”
Whoosh—
As soon as he finished speaking, a punch was already coming at him.
Li Mo wasn’t going to hold back against a troublemaker. His back bent like a bow, his fist shot forward like a hammer.
Right under Wang Hao’s ribs, he brought it down.
Feeling the sharp punch wind, Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, but he wasn’t intimidated by the overwhelming momentum.
Bang—
The two fists collided.
Wang Hao’s arms went numb from the shock, but he didn’t retreat. Thinking himself experienced, he began his counterattack.
But he didn’t expect that—
Li Mo appeared rather seasoned!
Not caring about the jab aimed at his chest, he charged forward, arm like a steel whip, smashing down at Wang Hao’s shoulder.
The punches came unceasingly; no need for breath control. Twin Dragon Fist?
Wang Hao felt a chill in his heart; however, his punch had already lost momentum.
He, too, was feeling fierce—his punch had reached the peak of the initial stage of the bl**d Energy Realm, and he executed it with perfect precision.
He knew the Twin Dragon Fist as well!
But…
Hmph.
Wang Hao grunted coldly, pulling his shoulder back.
Li Mo’s powerful punch struck his shoulder, yet he felt as if an invisible force was holding it back, just a hair’s breadth away from landing.
He himself staggered back a few steps from Wang Hao’s counterattack to his chest.
Internal energy?
Li Mo exhaled sharply, realizing that Wang Hao feigned lightening the blow, when he had actually suppressed his internal energy.
But he didn’t say anything; instead, the fighting spirit in his eyes flared even higher.
“Bring it on!”
“Huh?”
Wang Hao, surprised by the kid’s tenacity, felt his sneer growing.
After all, he lacked experience and would only use the same three tricks.
After they had grappled for a while, his routine exposed itself. Once again, he launched that same move.
In the very next second.
His pupils suddenly dilated.
That kid’s punch…
Crack—
Li Mo’s forceful punch actually broke through that thin veil of internal energy, landing solidly on his shoulder!
Wang Hao stumbled back, his face a mix of green and pale, his eyes darkening.
“Twin Dragon Transcendence?!”
“Great success?!”
He Hongfeng’s teacup slipped from his hands, scalding rain before Longjing spilling on his pants.
But he paid it no mind, his expression frozen.
The Twin Dragon Fist is basic, no doubt, but that doesn’t mean it’s simple. In fact, the more foundational the moves, the easier they are to learn but harder to master, with every bit of progress requiring intense grinding.
Is this a person?
Wang Hao was blindsided and suffered a heavy blow.
But instead of admitting defeat, he was now trembling with rage.
“Wang Hao, what do you think you’re doing?!”
Before He Hongfeng could finish his sentence, Wang Hao had charged forward, a sinister energy flaring in his palm.
He aimed directly for Li Mo’s Dantian.
He Hongfeng rushed after him, his higher cultivation level granting him speed.
But he didn’t need to intervene.
Boom—
Wang Hao was blasted out like a cannonball.
With the terrifying force, every bone in his body cracked and popped.
He crashed straight into the wall, creating a massive hole.
He Hongfeng’s hairs stood on end as he turned stiffly.
“Elder… Elder Shang.”
“Master? Xiao Shixiong?”
Li Mo blinked in surprise and turned around to see two figures at the door.
Who else could it be but Shang Wu and Xiao Qian?
However, Xiao Qian, a robust young man, was currently being ‘lifted’ by a single hand, his face pale.
“Master, why are you here?”
“That kid said you were bullied in the martial hall, so I came.”
Shang Wu squinted.
At that moment, she was far from her usual lazy demeanor, looking like a mother tiger defending her territory.
Li Mo understood then.
No wonder Old Xiao had disappeared; he had likely sensed that Wang Hao was not one to play nice and went straight to Qunyu Peak for reinforcements.
“Smart move, Old Xiao.”
“Ugh… cough, Li Shidi, you flatter me.”
Xiao Qian was set down but still swayed unsteadily, his stomach turning.
Poor guy; a bl**d Energy Realm fighter was yanked through space by an Internal Breathing Realm cultivator.
“Master, is he okay after you hit him like that?”
Li Mo’s attention returned.
Not far away, Wang Hao had embedded himself into the wall, looking like a painting hanging crookedly, not knowing how many bones had been broken.
Foaming at the mouth, he was barely breathing, likely on the verge of d*ath.
“Hum, of course, there’s a problem.”
Shang Wu crossed her arms, narrowing her apricot eyes: “Anyone who touches my people is asking for it. For an inner sect disciple to attack a true disciple, there has to be someone pulling strings behind the scenes.”
“Who is it? What was their name again?”
“I… I am… I am He Hongfeng.”
He Hongfeng wiped cold sweat from his brow, his legs shaking.
d*mn it, Wang Hao, you obstinate idiot; I couldn’t even stop him!
You began late and picked a fight with the wrong person!
Old disciples knew that in Qingyuan Sect, it was better to offend the sect leader than to cross this Ninth Elder.
“You, from Shenbing Peak, have Fu Tu come over here.”
“If I don’t see him within a quarter-hour, I’ll be paying a visit myself.”
Shang Wu casually plopped down on the master’s chair.
“Huh? Me?”
“Hmm?”
“Wait, just like that…”
He Hongfeng dashed out as if chased by a ferocious beast.
Li Mo: “???”
He was worried that if the small fry came to take on the big fish, things would escalate and his master would face consequences.
But with Shang Wu’s imposing demeanor, it looked like she was ready to call in the elders for a round of beatings too!
Xiao Qian cleared his throat softly and whispered:
“I heard that Shenbing Peak used to be very high, only a bit shorter than Qingyuan Main Peak.”
Li Mo paused, glancing out the window.
Shenbing Peak, among all the peaks, was supposed to be the shortest, as if it was missing a chunk from the top.
Xiao Qian continued:
“Later, Elder Han He and Elder Shang Wu had a falling out, and the peak was flattened by Elder Shang Wu.”
Li Mo: “Ah?”
He glanced at the large gap on that mountain, as if a ferocious beast had taken a bite out of it.
Turning back, his delicate beauty of a master was leisurely sipping tea, her leg crossed, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, seemingly pleased with some delightful thought.
Li Mo felt that everything seemed ridiculous and magical at that moment.
“Precious apprentice, hurry over; you weren’t hurt, were you?”
Shang Wu waved him over cheerfully.
Li Mo rushed over, but before he could express his gratitude, he heard Shang Wu say:
“When Fu Tu shows up, we need to give him a good lesson. Do you have the confidence?”
“A lesson?”
Li Mo’s sweat dripped.
No wonder Master came so quickly.
