I Only Stomp on Weaklings

"It’s Peng Tianxu!"

Wu Zhenhang saw the tall man step onto the stage, his eyes flared with battle intent, and he said to his sister and cousin nearby, "Today, I will wipe out my past shame!"

Five years ago, during the Cyan Cloud Ranking competition, he lost to Peng Tianxu by just one move, failing to enter the top ten. He has always considered it a disgrace, and this time, he came to participate in the martial arts match because he heard Peng Tianxu was also here, determined to avenge the grudge from that sword cut five years ago.

"I’ll go!"

Who knew someone else would jump in first.

He glanced over, only to see the person stepping onto the stage was his cousin’s elder brother, Gu Qi of the Gu Family. He was somewhat surprised and turned to his cousin Gu Yuyin, "Isn’t your seventh brother just Fourth Grade?"

Gu Yuyin was even more astonished, incredulously saying, "Is he mad?"

With Fourth Grade cultivation, challenging a Third Grade fighter is akin to seeking death.

Unless he had already broken through to Third Grade.

But how was that possible? He’s only twenty years old!

Not only her, but Qiu Chundong was also shocked, never imagining that this seventh son of the Gu Family would step onto the stage at this moment.

That’s a Third Grade expert; doesn’t he see that?

...

"Hmph!"

Onstage, Peng Tianxu saw the young man he didn’t recognize stepping up and thought he was some ignorant boy. He snorted coldly, raised his hand, and slapped forward.

A semi-transparent Gang Yuan hand surged toward the man, leaving him no escape.

Damn!

Wu Zhenhang saw Peng Tianxu’s ruthless attack and felt something was wrong. After all, that’s his cousin’s elder brother, the seventh son of the Gu Family. If he were gravely injured in front of him, he would find it hard to escape responsibility.

He was about to intervene when he saw the seventh son of the Gu Family gracefully dodge the large hand by rising several feet.

He was stunned, "Is this—Gang Yuan?"

"Great body technique." "Beautiful."

The people present applauded.

Gu Yuyin was dumbfounded; although she had never seen her seventh brother in action, she had never heard of his effortless body technique being so outstanding.

Suddenly, she heard her cousin muttering beside her, "He’s... Third Grade!"

She thought she had heard wrong and quickly asked, "What did you say?"

Wu Zhenhang had an extremely complex expression, "He’s Third Grade!"

A twenty-year-old Third Grade!

No wonder he’s a Gu Family member; such talent is rare in the world.

"How is this—"

Gu Yuyin instinctively wanted to argue, then saw her seventh brother draw the "Destruction Army" sword, its blade emitting a brilliant, tangible Sword Gang!

Sword Gang?

Her mind buzzed for a moment, leaving her dumbfounded.

He really was Third Grade?

...

"He’s actually Third Grade!"

Qiu Chundong was left stunned, mouth agape.

"Who is this person? He looks so young."

"A bit unfamiliar, no idea which family’s young master he is."

"Xiazhou unexpectedly has another young expert..."

"..."

The crowd began whispering to each other.

Onstage, Peng Tianxu saw this unfamiliar young man was also Third Grade, finally taking him seriously, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Gu Xianyu, here to seek guidance."

Gu surname?

Peng Tianxu thought for a moment but couldn’t recall any prominent family with the Gu surname in Xiazhou, and asked again, "Which family are you from?"

"Capital City, Gu Family!"

Chen Ming finished speaking and moved immediately, "Watch the sword."

Capital City?

Peng Tianxu felt a chill in his heart; seeing the opponent strike, he dared not be careless and earnestly engaged.

...

Beside the stage, Xia Shaowen, sitting on the Grandmaster’s chair, was also wondering about this young man’s origins until he heard the name "Capital City Gu Family," and his gaze sharpened.

Why did someone from the Capital City Gu Family come to Xiazhou?

Could it be for training?

He felt a bit of shock and suspicion. Looking more closely, seeing Gu Xianyu’s swordsmanship so unpredictable, appearing and disappearing like a phantom, exquisite beyond belief, he had no more doubts.

This is the Gu Family’s exceptional "Heavenly Lonely Hong," and this child has grasped its essence.

"This is troubling."

Xia Shaowen felt a bit concerned; the Gu Family, unlike Xiazhou’s local forces, has retained its legacy since the founding nobles, with a reputation not prominent in martial circles but tremendous depth.

Rumor has it the first Duke who followed the founding emperor to build the nation is still alive.

This Gu Xianyu, so young and already Third Grade, must be a core disciple of the Gu Family. Not someone easily dismissable.

Xia Shaowen was deep in thought.

Meanwhile, Gu Yuyin watched her seventh brother practice the "Heavenly Lonely Hong" sword technique with such skill, feeling numb all over.

A thought flashed through her mind, "He has been disguising all along!"

To silently break through to Third Grade without anyone noticing, possessing such cunning, this seventh brother is not as timid and weak as he appears.

Perhaps his initiative to come to Xiazhou had ulterior motives.

At this moment, Gu Yuyin’s impression of her seventh brother drastically changed, from previous contempt to caution.

She recalled how he never retorted her daily mockery, always silent. She used to think he was useless. Now, it looks like he simply ignored her....

Amid Gu Yuyin’s chaotic thoughts, a sudden loud cheer erupted from the crowd.

She focused her gaze and saw Peng Tianxu’s long blade cut off, standing in place, looking dazed.

Seventh Brother won!

"Such impressive swordsmanship."

Beside her, cousin Wu Zhenhang’s eyes sparkled, eager for a turn.

Onstage, Peng Tianxu threw aside his broken knife and said defiantly, "You’re merely relying on the advantage of the Divine Weapon!"