From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

As Zhang Xi took every breath to try and regenerate her neck, it took Yi Mei’s disciples’ heartbeats with it.

She slowly slumped to the ground as her Qi got used up.

"Xi er, give up if you must. We are here not to win the tournament." Qing Yang Zi’s voice came into Zhang Xi’s mind.

Zhang Xi looked in his direction and shook her head.

She had wanted to prove herself and the Physique Peak.

When she looked at Lai Ming, he was panting and couldn’t move.

That was the price to pay for the Thirteen Ghost Acupoint Strike.

You would be without Qi and strength when it wore off.

Zhang Xi quickly took out a bottle of pills and took one.

Her Qi immediately recovered, and her wound closed fully.

Blood and Qi Restoration Pills again.

The spectators started to think of Qing Feng sect disciples as being loaded with expensive pills.

What they didn’t know was that Lin Fan was the one who had started it all.

Zhang Xi then walked over to Lai Ming.

When she got closer, Lai Ming reached for his sleeve. Discover more stories at freewebnovel

But he hesitated.

He looked at Low Qiang, who was furious with his hesitation, and then over to Lin Fan.

When he saw Lin Fan, he was reminded of what Lin Fan had told him.

Some things aren’t worth giving up for.

Lai Ming still knew what honor meant.

It was beneath him to take the Nine Turn Qi Concentration Pill.

"I give up," Lai Ming raised his hands and said.

"I declare the winner for this match to be Zhang Xi from Qing Feng sect!" the judge shouted.

All the Yi Mei disciples stood up and cheered for Zhang Xi.

They’d witnessed what it meant to be a Physique Cultivator.

The other spectators kept quiet at the result. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

It was as if they had taken a huge slap to their faces with Zhang Xi’s win.

Lin Fan smirked as he saw their reactions.

Nothing was as satisfying as being proven right over and over again.

Low Qiang fumed and ordered Lai Ming to be sent to a secluded cell when they got back.

The eunuch beside the Emperor in turn stared at Low Qiang.

What an imbecile.

He couldn’t even execute such simple instructions.

"Qing Yang Zi, your female disciple is as good as the man. Well done," the Emperor said.

"Your majesty, I could learn and be as good as her," Li Fei said with a wink and nudged the Emperor.

Emperor Quan Shi laughed out loud.

"Xi er is young and one of our best. I promise you she will do her best to serve your majesty," Qing Yang Zi bowed and replied.

"Don’t worry, Qing Yang Zi. Li Fei here can’t stand the tough training, and I can’t bear her missing even a strand of hair," the Emperor said and instructed the match to go on.

The next match would be crucial.

If the Storm Fist Thunder Sect won, then it would be a tie for another match.

But if Qing Feng sect won, then Qing Feng sect would win the tournament.

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Hun Yen Kun versus Ma Rong was up next.

Both of them were at Core Formation Level.

In his usual scholarly outfit, Hun Yen Kun’s face was unusually stern.

He was mad at Zhang Xi being bullied by the Storm Fist Thunder Sect.

All the beauty in this world should be protected.

Ma Rong was the opposite image of Hun Yen Kun.

With a black bushy beard on his face, strong and muscular with tattoos all over him.

The Yi Mei disciples cheered for him as he entered the sparring area.

"Senior martial brother, we are rooting for you!"

"Look, he is so different when he is serious!"

"That’s what a man should be like, knows when to be serious and when to be jovial!"

Ma Rong spat on the ground as he heard what the Yi Mei disciples said.

Blind fools.

They must have foolishly believed his sweet tongue, Ma Rong thought.

"Match starts on my count, one, two and three. Begin!"

The judge shouted and started the match.

Ma Rong couldn’t wait to get a piece of this frail scholar.

He clenched his hand into a fist and a blue glow engulfed his hands.

The Storm Fist Thunder Technique.

Boom!

Ma Rong lunged at Hun Yen Kun.

But he was stopped as Hun Yen Kun flicked, and his fan turned into a sword.

The appearance of the sword pointed accurately at Ma Rong’s neck.

Ma Rong then punched onto the ground, causing an explosion.

Boom.

Hun Yen Kun leaped back and thrust his sword at Ma Rong at the same time.

The twirling wind shot at Ma Rong’s arm, and he just punched at it.

Ma Rong’s glowing punch took on the twirling wind as it tried to drill itself into his fist.

But it was to no avail.

Bang.

With a loud bang, the twirling wind disappeared as Ma Rong’s glowing punch went through it.

Ma Rong took advantage of this chance, put both of his fists in front of him and lunged at Hun Yen Kun as he twirled.

It was like a human version of the twirling wind strike.

But Ma Rong’s fists gave out crackling lightning as he spun toward Hun Yen Kun.

Slash.

Hun Yen Kun slashed in the form of X with the cross strike.

The ensuing slicing wave shot at Ma Rong.

They disappeared as they came into contact with Ma Rong’s crackling lightning.

Hun Yen Kun then quickly jumped to the side, trying to dodge Ma Rong.

Thud.

Some of the lightning caught Hun Yen Kun’s waist, and it ripped his robe into pieces there.

His waist got burned and charred from the lightning.

Ma Rong seemed to be on another level from Hun Yen Kun.

Got to deal with him from far, Hun Yen Kun thought.

The next moment, Hun Yen Kun leaped far away from Ma Rong.

He thrust his sword with the Twirling Wind Strike again.

Ma Rong smirked and lunged with his spinning attack at the Twirling Wind Strike.

This time Hun Yen Kun was ready.

He immediately jumped to the side and sent a slicing wave at Ma Rong.

With his side exposed, the slicing wave sliced into Ma Rong’s waist.

Making him fall to the ground.

Plop.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

Ma Rong used his Qi to try and seal the wound.

But he could only make it regenerate a little.

He was no Physique Cultivator after all.

"Damn you!"

Ma Rong shouted as he used his Qi and filled up his arm with rings of twirling Qi that glowed white.