On the empty field, Wu Zongming walked slowly towards the square-faced disciple.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps … five steps!
Surprisingly, the first to attack was not Wu Zongming, but the square-faced disciple. His legs slightly bounced up and he took a step forward. His right arm drew a strange arc in the air and attacked Wu Zongming from below.
Puff!
The sound of the air shattering was heard, and a dark light flashed on the edge of the square-faced disciple's right hand. It was a sign that his Qi was about to break through his body.
"Go back!"
Wu Zongming growled, and his palm landed on the square-faced disciple's right hand.
Boom!
The square-faced disciple's feet left the ground, and he was knocked back to where he stood. He took a dozen steps back and almost fell.
Cough! Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the square-faced disciple pointed at Wu Zongming, "You, you …" He only managed to say one word before he fainted.
Suddenly, the field was filled with noise.
Although everyone knew that the square-faced disciple might not be able to take even one attack from Wu Zongming, they did not expect the gap to be this big. It also seemed that Wu Zongming did not use any martial skills, and only used normal movements. The number one outer disciple was indeed powerful.
Ye Chen's opinion was different from everyone else's. To be honest, the gap between Mortal Realm Stage 8 and Mortal Realm Stage 10 was not that big, not to mention that the square-faced disciple had used a High Rank Mortal Realm martial skill, Little Yaksha Palm, which was almost at the threshold of Mortal Realm Stage 10. Even if he could not beat Wu Zongming, he would not have fainted.
The real reason was something else. If Ye Chen guessed it right, Wu Zongming's martial art was of a higher level than the square-faced disciple's. Whether it was the quality or the quantity of Qi, the two were not on the same level. Besides, Wu Zongming had obviously trained his martial art to a higher level, and his control of his Qi was much better than the square-faced disciple's.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen could not help but smile bitterly.
The world he lived in was called the True Spirit Continent. It was a vast continent, and no one knew how big it was. No one knew how many people and beasts lived on this continent. The only thing that was certain was that this continent was dominated by martial schools and martial artists. Although countries were important, they were not as important.
On this mainland, there were two things that were extremely important to a cultivator. One was Martial Skills, and the other was Cultivation Techniques.
Compared to martial skills, cultivation techniques were several times more important.
The value of a low rank Mortal Realm skill was definitely not lower than a Mid Rank Mortal Realm skill, sometimes even higher.
If Martial Skills allowed a person to display two or even three times their combat prowess, then Cultivation Techniques were a person's foundation. The stronger one's foundation was, the greater the innate advantage one would have.
Normally, if a warrior's martial art was one rank higher, the total amount of his Qi would increase by thirty percent. In other words, if two warriors were at the same level, and one of them was practicing a low rank Mortal Realm martial art, and the other was practicing a mid rank Mortal Realm martial art, the latter would have thirty percent more Qi than the former. If the latter was practicing a high rank Mortal Realm martial art, then it would be seventy percent more Qi than the former, and a top rank Mortal Realm martial art would have ten percent more Qi than the former. There was a huge gap between the two.
In addition to the total amount of Internal Qi, the higher the level of the cultivation method, the greater the quality of the Internal Qi. For example, if the Internal Qi produced by practicing a low-level cultivation method was compared to a piece of wood, then the Internal Qi produced by practicing a high-level cultivation method was like a piece of stone, or even a piece of metal. How could wood compete with stone and metal? It was obvious that they were not on the same level.
As the first outer disciple, Wu Zongming's skill was at least a Mid Rank Mortal Realm, while Ye Chen's was a low rank Mortal Realm. Even if Ye Chen was at the same level as him, Mortal Realm Stage 6, his Qi would still be thirty percent more than Ye Chen's, not to mention that Ye Chen's cultivation was higher than his.
Luckily, in terms of the quality of Qi, Ye Chen was confident that he would not lose to Wu Zongming. A month ago, he had already trained his Cloud Qi Spell to the peak level, which was one rank higher than what was described in the manual. It was roughly equivalent to the most common Mid Rank Mortal Realm skill.
Although Wu Zongming had defeated the square-faced disciple with one move, he did not look too proud. To him, the square-faced disciple was just a clown. Defeating him was not enough to make Wu Zongming happy. But teaching him a lesson was to let others know that even if he had failed in his breakthrough, he was still not someone that anyone could compete with.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A handsome young man clapped his hands and walked over, "That was amazing! No wonder you are the first outer disciple. Wu Zongming, you are qualified to be my opponent."
Wu Zongming turned his head and squinted his eyes, "Zhang Haoran."
Zhang Haoran's body looked a bit young, but his temperament was quite mature. He smiled lightly and said: "You are training the High Rank Mortal Realm Art, the Peiyuan Art, I wonder which stage you have reached."
"Sorry, I just reached the peak of the fourth stage."
No wonder Wu Zongming was able to knock out the square-faced disciple with just one palm attack. It turned out that he had been training the Growing Yuan Art. As a High Rank Mortal Realm Art, the Growing Yuan Art might not be the best in other aspects, but there was one thing that stood out from the rest. The Growing Yuan Art was extremely rich and powerful, it was even more powerful than other arts of the same rank. Besides, the Growing Yuan Art was divided into five stages, and reaching the peak of the fourth stage was already quite impressive.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Haoran smiled proudly, "Compared to ordinary people, you are indeed a genius. But today, you are no longer my opponent."
Wu Zongming sneered, "Arrogant people never have a good ending."
"Really? I am not afraid of hurting you, but I am training the High Rank Mortal Realm Above the Clouds Art, but I have already reached the highest stage, the fifth stage. That is the difference between us. "
Hearing this, everyone in the square started to talk about it.
"This is ridiculous. Martial arts are the hardest to improve. Zhang Haoran has only learned the Above the Clouds Art for four months, and he has already reached the fifth stage. How is this possible?!"
"That's right. High Rank Mortal Realm Arts are usually divided into five stages. For an ordinary person to reach the first stage, it would take at least three to four days, ten days for the second stage, one month for the third stage, three months for the fourth stage, and more than a year for the fifth stage. I remember there were some inner disciples who changed to a Top Rank Mortal Realm Art before, and they gave up on their previous High Rank Mortal Realm Art."
"Looks like in terms of talent, Zhang Haoran is still the best."
Different from the others who were shocked, Ye Chen thought it was reasonable. Geniuses were geniuses because they could not be judged with common sense. Otherwise, they would not be geniuses. As for Wu Zongming, he was not that bad either, he was only one step away from the fifth stage of the Peiyuan Art. Maybe in another half a month, he would be able to reach the fifth stage.
Wu Zongming was indeed surprised. He had obtained the High Rank Mortal Realm Art half a year ago after winning first place in the Mu Ren Gang. He thought that reaching the peak of the fourth stage in half a year would already be amazing. Normally, it would take about five months to reach the fourth stage from the first stage, and another five months to reach the peak of the fourth stage. He did not expect Zhang Haoran to be even more talented than him, reaching the highest stage of the fifth stage in just four months.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Zongming said calmly, "Don't talk too much, power is not something you can compare with."
Zhang Haoran grinned, "That's right. Therefore, I will be the champion of this Mu Ren Gang competition."
After he finished talking, he turned around and walked away, leaving everyone staring at his back.
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