"Make your move! I will let you know the power of the Divine Might Group! "Xing Lifeng clenched his fists, his expression as cold as an iceberg.
"Brother Feng will definitely win!"
"That goes without saying. That's for sure. I only hope that Senior Brother Feng can teach this kid a lesson!" The disciples of the Divine Might Group gritted their teeth. If it weren't for the sect rules, they would have already pounced on him.
"You're the strongest among them?" Lin Xuan smiled.
"It doesn't matter if I'm the strongest or not, but it's enough to deal with you!" Xing Lifeng's gaze was as sharp as a knife. He couldn't wait to pierce a hole in Lin Xuan's body.
"Of course Senior Brother Xing is the strongest. Kid, are you afraid? It's too late to beg for mercy now! "The disciples of the Divine Might Group roared.
"The strongest is enough. It's too boring to fight with them. How about this? If you lose, each of them will give me 30 contribution points. How about that?" Lin Xuan wanted to play big.
Xing Lifeng's figure was as steady as a mountain. He said in a deep voice, "What if you lose?"
"It's up to your Divine Might Group."
"Alright!"
Xing Lifeng took a big step forward and punched out with his right fist. Like a wild beast, he charged towards Lin Xuan.
The violent energy stirred up the air in front of him, forming a gust of wind. On the fist, there was a ball of light flashing. Faint beastly roars could be heard, causing the air to buzz.
Fierce, violent!
The disciples of the Divine Might Group couldn't help but shout, "Good fist technique. Senior Brother Xing, beat him!"
Lin Xuan's expression was grave. Xing Lifeng was stronger than Liang Hong, so he had no choice but to go all out.
He held the sword in his right hand and stabbed out. His body's strength and spiritual energy merged perfectly. At this moment, he focused all his strength on the tip of the sword.
In the next moment, the black longsword and the fiery fist collided.
Bang!
Sparks flew and a roar sounded.
Lin Xuan took three steps back to disperse the violent energy. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, filled with battle intent.
"What the hell! How could he block Senior Brother Xing's fist? "
"Senior Brother Xing is the Herculean King. How could this brat be fine? My eyes must be playing tricks on me! "Many of the Divine Might Group's disciples cried out.
"Herculean King? You are indeed very strong! "Lin Xuan's lips curled into a smile.
These words of praise fell into Xing Lifeng's ears like needles pricking him. He was an entire realm higher than Lin Xuan! Furthermore, the power that he was most proud of did not injure Lin Xuan.
This result was hard for him to accept. He originally thought that Lin Xuan was only fast, but he did not expect his strength to be so terrifying as well.
"Hmph!"
Xing Lifeng's face was cold as he clenched his fists. His body shone brightly as his muscles bulged like a humanoid beast.
He stomped his feet and rushed over again, his fists pressing down like a mountain.
The power of this punch was even more ferocious than before.
Lin Xuan used the Basic Movement Technique, and his body shot out like an arrow. The black iron longsword stabbed out again like a black lightning bolt.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Xing Lifeng seemed to have sunk into madness as he threw out punch after punch. Every punch was as heavy as a mountain, causing the air to buzz and tremble. Lin Xuan's black hair danced in the wind as the green light on his body pulsed like a burning flame.
The Thirteen Thunder Swords turned into lightning in Lin Xuan's hands. Every sword condensed all the strength in his body and collided with the mountain-like fists, emitting a beautiful light.
"What kind of person is this Lin Xuan to be able to fight with Xing Lifeng for such a long time?"
"Yeah, not only is his sword technique super fast, but his strength is also abnormally strong. He's only at the fourth level of the ningmai stage, right?"
"No wonder he dares to challenge the Divine Might Group, he really has the ability!"
The surrounding disciples sighed. They seemed to be witnessing the rise of a new star in the outer sect.
"Hmph! What are you so proud of, Xing shixiong will not lose! "
"Yeah, the difference between the fourth and fifth level of the ningmai stage cannot be made up. He can be exhausted to death!" The disciples of the Divine Might Group were still unwilling to give up.
Within the formation flags, the two figures swayed as light danced around them.
Bang!
After another collision, the two finally separated and floated backwards.
"Hmph, kid, you're the first person to be able to fight with me for such a long time! However, the game ends here! "Xing Lifeng's white robe was torn, but the aura on his body did not diminish.
Lin Xuan's tattered robe was now even more tattered. He used his hands to tear apart the clothes on his upper body, revealing his sturdy chest.
"What moves do you have, use them all. Your contribution points are mine!" Lin Xuan was like a god of war, his aura incomparably fierce.
"Hundred Beasts Fist!" Xing Lifeng's feet stomped a deep hole in the ground. His body was as fast as lightning, leaving behind afterimages in the air as he attacked Lin Xuan.
"It's actually the Hundred Beasts Fist, this Lin Xuan is in danger!"
"Haha, who can block a high-grade yellow ranked martial art?"
"The Divine Might Group is mighty!"
Feeling the ferocity of this fist, Lin Xuan also frowned. The first stage of the Thunderclap Sword Art had another move, and that was unity. Thirteen swords combined into one sword, the power was unimaginable.
He pushed the spiritual power in his body to the highest level, and his spirit reached the peak. The black iron sword in his hand turned into a black torrent, rushing out.
Boom!
Rays of light shot out in all directions, and the sound shook the sky.
The two figures separated upon contact, crossing each other.
Whoosh!
Lin Xuan stopped and pointed his sword diagonally, like a king of swords.
Xing Lifeng also stopped, standing tall like a mountain.
Pa!
A crisp sound rang out, like the most exquisite porcelain breaking. The black iron sword in Lin Xuan's hand turned into countless pieces, falling to the ground.
"Haha, I knew that senior brother Xing would win!"
"That's right, senior brother Xing is mighty! Lin Xuan, prepare to die! "
All the disciples of the Divine Might Group were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They had no choice, they had been suppressed for too long and needed to release their emotions.
However, just as they were celebrating, Xing Lifeng's body suddenly trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling backwards.
The disciples of the Divine Might Group still had their smiles on their faces, but their eyes were wide open, and their faces were flushed red. It was as if their necks were being strangled, and they couldn't speak for a long time.
After a while, the crowd exclaimed. Then, seven to eight disciples of the Divine Might Group rushed forward and quickly helped Xing Lifeng up. "Senior brother Xing, are you alright?"
"He's fine, just a little injured. You don't have to make a fuss." Lin Xuan looked at the black iron sword with pity, and said, "Everyone has 30 contribution points, quickly hand them over!"
The disciples of the Divine Might Group were flushed red, and they couldn't wait to find a hole to hide in. For so many years, no one dared to find trouble with the Divine Might Group, but now, they had fallen into the hands of a small disciple.
All the disciples of the Divine Might Group glared at Lin Xuan before reluctantly handing over 30 contribution points.
Lin Xuan received the contribution points, picked up the black iron sword fragments, and walked back to his house.
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