"Weak, truly weak." Jiang Chi sneered at the corners of his mouth, "I only used thirty percent of my strength, and you can't handle it?"

Compared to the calm and composed Jiang Chi.

The three great experts of the Extreme Fist Sect lay opposite him.

Great Elder Zhou Bufeng had already fallen with no combat power, Sect Leader Wei Youdao, and the old Sect Leader were breathing heavily, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, their faces pale.

This was the damage caused by the external force and shock during the violent confrontation!

Martial Artists, unlike Martial Artists, don't have True Strength to protect them, which can offset the vast external force and shock brought by weapons, they can only rely on their bodies to endure.

But the gap between Martial Artists and Martial Artists is not limited to this.

Jiang Chi flashed, his body as light as a flying swallow, easily swayed in front of the old Sect Leader of the Extreme Fist Sect.

"Die."

The heavy sword, wider than ordinary swords by two or three times, pierced solidly and ruthlessly.

'Clang!'

With iron fists, the old Sect Leader barely caught this sword, preventing further advance.

"Hmm?"

Jiang Chi's eyes narrowed, a white light suddenly extended from the tip of the heavy sword, nearly a foot long!

'Puff!'

The old Sect Leader couldn't dodge in time, having his throat pierced instantly by the white light!

His pupils dilated, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

The foundation of the Extreme Fist Sect, a secret weapon hidden for so long, still couldn't withstand a Martial Artist's presence, unable to change the tragic fate of the Extreme Fist Sect.

"It's Sword Qi, True Strength infused into the sword can form Sword Qi."

"Sword Qi makes weapon power even stronger!"

"Sword Qi appears unpredictably, making it hard to defend against."

"Once Martial Artists get serious, even if three Full Cycle Martial Artists join forces, there's no chance of winning at all!"

Onlookers were astounded.

Martial Artist actions are seldom seen even once in several years.

Many were witnessing some rumored techniques for the first time, with unspeakable excitement.

In the arena.

The old Sect Leader had fallen, Zhou Bufeng was down, leaving only Wei Youdao struggling to hold on.

In the face of the Martial Artist's far superior speed and unpredictable Sword Qi, he was completely at a disadvantage, lives hanging by a thread.

But Jiang Chi didn't rush to kill him.

Instead, he used Sword Qi to cruelly carve scarlet wounds all over his body.

It resembled a slow execution.

In moments, Wei Youdao, the emaciated old man, had become a bloodied figure full of wounds.

"After today, the Extreme Fist Sect will cease to exist." Though Jiang Chi was injuring people, he still smiled.

Today, he wanted to establish his might, to forge the Heavy Sword Sect's supreme prestige.

Let others know never to be his enemy.

Simply killing Wei Youdao would be too kind, and wouldn't serve as a sufficient warning.

"Sect Leader!"

"This guy is too vicious!"

"Damn it, I just hate my own weakness!"

The other Extreme Fist Sect disciples saw it, their eyes boiling with rage.

They wanted to rush in to help, but were blocked by the sinister smiling disciples of the Heavy Sword Sect.

"Why so anxious, it's almost your turn." A disciple looked playfully, taunting.

Many spectators showed signs of reluctance, with some leaving immediately.

The outcome was obvious, no need to watch to the end.

At this moment.

'Whoosh!'

A white light shot across the sky, heading directly for Jiang Chi.

Jiang Chi frowned, lightly pivoting the heavy sword to intercept the white light precisely.

'Snap!'

The white light shattered, turning into countless fragments, shooting onto several Heavy Sword Sect disciples nearby, causing several screams instantly.

The audience then realized the white light's true form was a stone.

"What great strength." Jiang Chi said gloomily, raising his head.

A shadow was rising in the sky from afar, rapidly tracing a parabolic trajectory towards the place!

'Boom!'

Descending from the sky, landed heavily, leaving a large crater on the bluestone ground, like a meteor crashing down, dust swirling.

"Today, the Heavy Sword Sect will be annihilated." The shadow spoke in a deep voice.

As the dust cleared, everyone could see his appearance clearly.

A young man around twenty years old, wearing black attire, with thick eyebrows, and carrying an air of heroism on his face.

At this moment, he was looking at Jiang Chi with a stern face, leaving no doubt he was ready to make a move any second.

"It's Liu Yi!"

Everyone from the Extreme Fist Sect exclaimed.

At this moment, Lou Yi seemed unfamiliar to them, daring to confront a Martial Artist head-on, his aura clashing without backing down.

Meanwhile, the onlookers outside were utterly baffled.

"Who is this greenhorn?"

"Judging from his aura, he only has the cultivation of a Minor Circulation, how can he possibly be a match for a Martial Artist!"

"It's hard to say, the way he descended from the sky just now, with that force, it's something an ordinary person couldn't manage."

Lou Yi's reputation was still too shallow, far less known than the geniuses like Chen Muju and Li Yagui of the Extreme Fist Sect, completely unheard of by the external forces.

However, there were a few exceptions.

"Miss, it's Lou Yi." The young woman in pink, Little Qian, whispered into Tian Sushe's ear.

Tian Sushe, dressed in white, exuded elegance, appearing more charming than ever.

However, at this moment, she wore a look of worry, her gaze fixated on one person, unwilling to move it away.

"Dad, quickly go help Liu Shu!" On the other side, Shi Caifeng was pushing incessantly against a barefooted old man, unkempt and with a scruffy beard.

The old man raised his eyebrows, "What is he to me? Is he my son-in-law? Are you asking me to take on a newly promoted Martial Artist for someone unrelated? Have I lost my mind?"

"He saved my mother's life; if you don't go, I'll go myself!" Shi Caifeng tried to rush forward but was pulled back by the old man.

"Don't rush, that kid's not a fool; he should have a way to handle this."

Even as he spoke, the old man was still frowning in thought.

He couldn't imagine how Lou Yi, just breaking through to the Minor Circulation Realm, could resolve this predicament.

He knew that although Lou Yi had Innate Divine Power, it would at most permit him to deal with a Great Circulation Martial Artist, but even a Full Cycle was uncertain.

Not to mention a Martial Artist.

Martial Artists and Martial Practitioners were never on the same level.

"Kid, are you joking?" Jiang Chi laughed angrily after hearing Lou Yi's statement.

This Minor Circulation Martial Artist in front of him threatened to annihilate his entire sect.

It was as if an insect were proclaiming it would kill a den of tigers, how could he not find it amusing?

He casually thrust a sword towards Lou Yi.

For such a small fry, Jiang Chi couldn't be bothered with words; one sword was enough to finish him.

Only to see the kid across from him pull out a silver axe from his bosom and chop straightforwardly at him.

Jiang Chi's face displayed a look of disdain, resolved to decapitate this boy straight away.

However, his expression changed at once.

The axe coming his way, initially soft and powerless, suddenly accelerated midway, the sound of it cleaving the air shrieking like a vengeful specter!

'Clang!'

The axe and sword clashed, the sound deafening.

A visible white shockwave generated at the contact point of the weapons, spreading outwards.

"Ah!"

A few Heavy Sword Sect disciples standing close by clutched their heads, screaming wretchedly.

Those with lower cultivation even had blood seeping from their ears.

At the moment of contact.

Lou Yi could distinctly feel that the Martial Artist opposite him was stronger.

The direction of the axe's advance stalled and even showed signs of retreating.

Though a Martial Artist compared to a Full Cycle Martial Practitioner would not gain an intrinsic increase in strength, they were definitely still stronger than a Full Cycle Practitioner.

However.

'Dragon Piercing!'

Lou Yi activated the Secret Blood to strike the Dragon-Pricking Acupoint on his chest, causing the Qi-Blood to erupt a second time.

All the muscles throughout his body bulged like small mountains, subsequently aligning towards a singular direction, surging towards the arm wielding the axe like an unending stream!

The initial strike carried a force of ten thousand pounds, instantly compounding with a second force to exceed twenty thousand pounds!

In Jiang Chi's astonished gaze, the axe overwhelmed his heavy sword, continuing its unstoppable charge, on the verge of striking his body.

Nevertheless, while shocked, Jiang Chi didn't become chaotic.

A flash of white light covered his body, and True Strength enveloped him at that moment, slightly halting Lou Yi's unhindered momentum.

Then, leveraging the force, he leapt into the air.

Like a human spinning top, his body whirled repeatedly in mid-air, the white True Strength on him flickering as it waved, clearly dispersing force.

Finally, he landed on the ground steadily.

Jiang Chi looked at Lou Yi with a newly found respect.

"Innate Divine Power? Qi Blood Enhancement Secret Technique?"

"Such a talent, to have ended up lost to the Extreme Fist Sect; what a pity." Jiang Chi showed a sigh on his face.

Both lamenting Lou Yi's wasted potential and pitying his impending demise.

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