Not far away, Hall Leader Situ couldn't help but agree, "That's right. This old man has always disliked this kind of bragging junior. Little Tian, please teach him a good lesson!"
"Yes, that's a must. Even if you didn't say it, I would still teach him a lesson." Ling Zetian casually replied.
Soon, the disciples of the True Martial Hall gave way to an empty space. Ling Zetian put his hands behind his back, revealing an arrogant and unruly posture. He had the demeanor of a martial arts hero.
"Take this, you little trash who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
Ling Zetian coldly snorted. His figure dashed out like a gust of wind. His speed was ridiculously fast. His thunderous momentum caused a lot of people to click their tongues in amazement.
In just a few blinks of an eye, Ling Zetian had crossed a distance of more than ten meters. He fiercely punched out. It was a simple move, but it was full of explosive power.
The disciples of the True Martial Hall felt Ling Zetian's ferocious fist wind, and their hearts sank. Although they had previously understood that there was a certain gap between them and Ling Zetian, now that they had seen it with their own eyes, they suddenly understood that there was at least a gap of two or three levels.
Just now, there were many people who thought that Elder Situ was a coward who didn't dare to accept the challenge. This also made the disciples of the Discipline Hall disheartened. Only now did they secretly sigh. Sure enough, the older the ginger, the spicier. Compared to the hot-blooded youngsters, Hall Leader Situ was definitely much calmer. If he blindly accepted the challenge, it might lead to a moment of applause, but if he was careless and lost, he would become a laughing stock.
How could Hall Leader Situ not understand the stakes in this matter?
Suddenly, Ling Zetian's iron fist smashed towards my face. I didn't panic in the slightest.
"Eight Extremities Dragon Form Fist."
This fist technique was modified after careful consideration. It combines the essence of both the Eight Extremities Fist and the Dragon Form Fist. It can be said that I have taken the essence and discarded the dregs. The Dragon Form Fist is more inclined towards strength within gentleness, while the Eight Extremities Fist is a violent fist technique of extreme Yang. In this way, it has achieved the effect of complementing each other's strengths and complementing each other.
As the two powers surged out from my body, a crimson "Fire Dragon" appeared on my right arm. The dragon's body was clearly visible, and the dragon's head was vivid and lifelike. It was an unparalleled visual impact.
"Wow." Seeing this scene, all the disciples were shocked.
"This … What the hell is going on?"
"Didn't they say that this kid came out from the woodshed?
How did he master such a profound martial art?! "
Not only these disciples, but even the upper echelons of the True Martial Pavilion and the people of the Five Poison Sect were taken aback. This was because, on my body, there was no fluctuation of energy. This strong contrast caused them to be in disbelief.
Of course, those who had personally witnessed the might of the God Equipment had an expression as though it was only natural. Although they had some opinions about me, it was undeniable that this Ling Zetian was too good at acting. Naturally, they hoped that I would step forward.
At this moment, Ling Zetian's eyes were filled with astonishment as he swiftly infused his Qi into his fist, causing it to emit a dark green glow.
"The power of the Five Poisons!" Those with sharp eyes immediately noticed the clue.
This was the exclusive power that only the true martial arts sects possessed. Compared to Qi and Inner Strength, it was a level higher. Of course, not everyone could cultivate the exclusive power of the martial arts sects. This thing had extremely strict requirements on the physique.
As one of the four great protectors of the Five Poison Sect, Ling Zetian was definitely not someone to be trifled with. In less than a second, he had already reacted.
"Bang."
In the blink of an eye, the two fists collided. An extremely strong wave of energy spread out, setting off waves of turbulent and whistling wind. It was as though the ground under their feet was slightly trembling.
Everyone fixed their eyes on it. Several dark green cyclones were constantly attacking the fiendish dragon's head, emitting a sizzling sound, accompanied by wisps of strange lights.
I could clearly feel that the cyclones contained a strong poison. As expected of a respected protector of the Five Poison Sect. Even the disciples of the True Martial Pavilion might not be able to withstand this poison.
Since I possessed the Yi Jin Jing, after stepping into the sixth cycle, I was basically invulnerable. Unless it was a high-grade weapon, only then would it have a chance to break through my defense.
Apart from my strong physique, I could also resist the majority of poisons. Back in Cloud City, I had been bitten by the Black Snake King. At that time, my life was hanging by a thread, but because of that, my resistance towards poison had also increased.
I increased my strength again, and a determined look flashed across my eyes.
"Boom."
Originally, Ling Zetian was exchanging blows with me. This sudden and fierce power caused his body to uncontrollably retreat a few steps. We had once again pulled apart.
In the first exchange of blows, I had the upper hand!
"This …"
"Damn, since when did our True Martial Pavilion have such a hot-tempered brother!"
"That's right. He actually had a slight advantage when fighting against the protectors of the Five Poison Sect. He's simply outstanding!"
"No wonder master often said that those who cultivate must be calm. Don't underestimate diving and chopping firewood. Only by doing a simple task well can one achieve greatness. None of you stop me. In the future, I will be responsible for chopping firewood and fetching water. Don't fight with me for it."
"I'll go too!"
"We have enough people. We don't need you."
"Alright, then I'll go fetch dung!"
Without a doubt, after the first exchange of blows, everyone in the True Martial Pavilion was restless. Previously, they had been ridiculing me, but now, they were looking at me as if I was their savior.
Actually, they couldn't be blamed. It was precisely because they understood the background of the martial arts sects that they developed a kind of reverence towards the martial arts sects from the bottom of their hearts. This was just like the disciples of the six great dojos. When facing the disciples of the True Martial Pavilion, they would unconsciously feel nervous and fearful.