The Vast Spirit Sect's martial arts arena was huge. Counting the Vast Spirit Sect's disciples and elders, it was almost a circle.
Eighty percent of the people were close to Qin Haoran.
Twenty percent of the people were close to Jun Changxiao.
It could be seen from the arrangement that many martial artists thought the Vast Spirit Sect was stronger.
Jun Changxiao said, "Alliance Master Qin, send your disciple out."
Qin Haoran said calmly, "Since Sect Master Jun came all the way here, I can't be perfunctory. I'll send my personal disciple out."
After saying that, he waved his hand.
Sun Ye, the personal disciple standing in the front row, walked out and went straight to the center of the martial arts arena.
"Rank-Eight martial disciple?"
Jun Changxiao thought for a while and said, "Little Fei, go out."
"Yes!"
Li Fei rubbed his right foot on the ground, then clenched his fist and strode to the center of the martial arts arena.
He looked relaxed, but in fact, he was panicking.
After all, this was the first time he represented Iron Bone in a competition with another sect's disciple. The pressure must be great.
Jun Changxiao encouraged him from behind, "Don't be nervous, don't be scared. Just bring out the energy you had when you were playing football in the sect."
"Mm."
Li Fei took a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination.
Then, he stood five meters away from Sun Ye, who was a head taller than him and was in his early twenties. There was a huge difference in height and physique!
"Vast Spirit Sect's personal disciple has gone through all kinds of training. Iron Bone might not be able to win if they send such a delicate little guy out."
"Sect Master Jun should send Li Qingyang out directly and defeat the weakest with the strongest. Then, he could win two rounds and send the weakest against Vast Spirit Sect's strongest."
"Forget it. Vast Spirit Sect has three rank-nine martial disciples and three disciples with upper-grade spiritual roots. Iron Bone would only win one round if they sent Li Qingyang out."
"You're talking as if Bone Sect can win two rounds."
All the martial artists discussed in low voices.
More than fifty of the alliance's elders sneered.
In their opinion, since Jun Changxiao had entered the Grand Qi Sect, no matter how they arranged for their disciples to fight, the result would not change. They would only lose.
If he didn't send Li Qingyang to win the first match, then he would be shaved bald!
…
"Vast Qi Sect, Sun Ye."
"Iron Bone, Li Fei."
After the two of them reported their sect and name to each other, Sun Ye clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "Brat, you humiliated the Sect Leader just now, I will make you suffer a painful defeat."
"Oh."
Li Fei responded.
"Begin!" An elder of the Haoqi Sect, acting as the referee, shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the stocky Sun Ye rushed over with large strides. He spread out his strong arms, obviously intending to capture him.
Li Fei tiptoed and dodged like a rabbit. He circled to Sun Ye's back and executed a Rupturing Fist, cleanly aiming for Sun Ye's back.
"Pa!"
Sun Ye reacted quickly. He turned around and grabbed Li Fei's fist with his palm. He clenched his fist tightly, obviously intending to crush it.
"That disciple of the Vast Qi Sect has a strong physical body. The Iron Bone disciple has his fist clenched and can't escape. He can only take the beating. The first match is over."
A powerhouse commented.
However, Sun Ye's five fingers clenched tightly on Li Fei's fist. They didn't hear the sound of bones breaking.
This …
Everyone was stunned.
The Haoqi Sect disciple was an eighth rank martial disciple. His hand strength should be at least twelve thousand pounds. He should be able to crush it easily.
Li Fei said, "That's all you have?"
That guy … was laughing?
Many powerhouses had the same thought. This Iron Bone disciple's physical body was extremely strong. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so calm!
"Damn it!"
Sun Ye angrily poured more spiritual power into his hand. The strength of his five fingers reached the limit, but he still couldn't move it. It was as if he was holding an iron lump!
"Swoosh!"
Li Fei leaped into the air and swept his right leg straight over.
This foot of his had kicked Ye Xingchen countless times and Jun Changxiao many times. It could be called the Golden Right Foot!
"Bang!"
His right foot, infused with spiritual power and physical strength, landed accurately on Sun Ye's face. And … it wasn't just one kick!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After Li Fei jumped up, he landed five kicks due to inertia. Each kick carried more than fifteen thousand pounds of force.
The tip of the last kick landed heavily on Sun Ye's temple. The destructive force caused his strength to loosen, and he retreated dizzily.
"Good chance!" Jun Changxiao said.
Li Fei, who had just broken free, landed on the ground. He waved his waist to cover his knees. Then, he rushed over and leaped into the air.
"Iron Bone Shadowless Kick!"
"Bang Bang Bang Bang —"
Sun Ye, who was constantly retreating, had many footprints on his chest.
Finally, he retreated to the edge of the Martial Arts Practice Field. He immediately fell down. Blood splattered three feet high in the process!
"Boom!"
The Haoqi Sect's direct disciple fell heavily on the ground. His entire body was already out of the Martial Arts Practice Field.
It was obvious that he had lost!
"Swoosh!"
Li Fei used the force to somersault backward. After landing, he assumed the posture of a swallow plucking water and said, "Thank you for letting me win."
"Good!"
Su Xiaomo shouted excitedly.
Li Qingyang and Xiao Ziji grinned.
"Direct disciple? What trash. "Ye Xingchen muttered disdainfully.
The elders of various sects and clans opened their eyes wide.
Li Fei, whose fist was tightly held, actually kicked Sun Ye to the point of vomiting blood in a very short time. This was simply inconceivable!
From the aura he emitted, it seemed like he was only a fifth grade Martial Disciple. Why was the strength of each kick above fifteen thousand?
It was not that a fifth grade Martial Disciple could not have such explosive strength. It was based on high aptitude and high martial skills.
Then what about the Iron Bone disciple?
He only used his fist technique when he attacked. Those five kicks in the air did not use any martial skills.
There was also the Iron Bone Shadowless Kick.
What kind of martial skill was this? What kind of quality was it? Why had they not heard of it?
It was not a martial skill, nor did it have any quality. It was something that Jun Changxiao designed for Li Fei based on Huang Feihong's ideas.
It was just a name to scare people. In reality, it relied on the strength of the legs to form a dense attack. It was not a martial skill at all.
The spectators were not clear. They all guessed that since the Iron Bone Shadowless Kick was named after the iron bone, could it be a unique martial skill of the Iron Bone Sect?
Alliance Master Qin's face was extremely gloomy.
His disciple had lost just like that. Furthermore, he lost to a fifth grade Martial Disciple. He could not accept this!
Similarly, the elders of the Hundred Sect Alliance also had ugly expressions. After all, they were waiting to see a joke. In the end, the situation was different from what they expected!
Wang Donglin nodded and praised, "Although this disciple is only a fifth grade Martial Disciple, he is able to explode with such high strength. He is a good seedling."
Ai Shang muttered in his heart, "That Iron Bone disciple must have taken a Body Shaping Pill. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a fifth grade Martial Disciple to withstand the strength of the Haoqi Sect's disciple."
After winning the first round, Jun Changxiao cupped his hands towards the ugly Qin Haoran and said, "Alliance Master Qin, my apologies. My Iron Bone won the first round by luck."
"Hmph."
Qin Haoran snorted and ordered his disciples to carry the unconscious Sun Ye away. He said indifferently, "Sect Leader Jun, your Iron Bone will send out your disciple for the second round."
It did not matter if they lost the first round. As long as they won the next round, they could still let this brat clean the stables!
Jun Changxiao held his chin and thought for a while. He said, "Tian Qi, go."
"Yes!"
Tian Qi took a step forward.
He had participated in the Great Sect Competition before. His state of mind was more stable than Li Fei's.
This time, Qin Haoran did not send out an eighth grade Martial Disciple. He directly sent out a ninth grade Martial Disciple. It was obvious that he wanted to win the second round.
"Alliance Master Qin does not plan to send out an eighth grade Martial Disciple."
"There are still two ninth grade Martial Disciples, two peak Martial Disciples, and one Martial Master. They are just enough to fight against the other five Iron Bone disciples."
"That disciple called Li Fei just now, his strength is not bad. He must have used his strength to defeat the weak. However, how can every Iron Bone disciple be so strong?"
Li Fei, who had just retreated behind the Sect Leader, heard the discussions. He really wanted to tell them loudly — — I am the weakest in my village. I only relied on my leg strength to catch them off guard!
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