"Damn, what the hell is going on?"
Shen Zheng stood up, dumbfounded. The surrounding disciples were also shocked.
Qiu Tian was a well-known trash. Even the disciples who had just entered the sect could bully him.
But now, Shen Zheng was sent flying. Damn, were their eyes playing tricks on them, or had the world changed?
When Shen Zheng realized what had happened, his face turned green and purple.
He was sent flying by a trash. If this were to spread out, he would never be able to raise his head in the Jadeflame Pavilion again.
"Qiu Tian, this is a competition between you and me. Don't blame me for not holding back."
Shen Zheng began to circulate the spiritual energy in his body. He firmly believed that the fall just now was definitely due to his carelessness.
If he was serious, he could definitely beat Qiu Tian.
"Raging Wave Fist."
A large amount of spiritual energy wrapped around Shen Zheng's fist. The surrounding air was moved by the spiritual energy and turned into a huge wave, attacking Qiu Tian.
Upon seeing such an attack, the spectating disciples hurriedly leaped to the side.
"Senior Brother Shen actually used a yellow class technique. Qiu Tian is going to be in trouble this time."
"Hehe, even if he doesn't die, he will have a few broken bones. I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in tomorrow's competition."
"Haha, if Qiu Tian doesn't participate, there will be less jokes in the competition."
"Those junior brothers will definitely be disappointed. They will have one less target to bully. Haha."
In the next moment, their laughter stopped. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Shen Zheng's fist was about to hit Qiu Tian, and he had a victorious smile on his face. But in the next moment, his expression froze.
Qiu Tian looked at him expressionlessly. He casually raised his hand and caught Shen Zheng's Raging Wave Fist.
"How is this possible? Using my physical body to catch his yellow class technique? How is this possible …"
Shen Zheng screamed in his heart. But the pain from his hand kept telling him that this was the truth.
"You are really too weak."
A calm voice sounded in his ear. It was emotionless, and it made Shen Zheng feel a chill in his heart.
"I beg …"
"Ah!"
Shen Zheng was scared. Just when he wanted to beg for mercy, he felt a sharp pain in his arm.
Shen Zheng looked at his own fist. It had been twisted into a fried dough twist.
He didn't know how many of his bones were broken.
"Senior Brother Qiu Tian, spare my life, ah ~"
Shen Zheng only wanted to escape from Qiu Tian's evil clutches. The bones in his entire arm were broken. The pain caused his entire body to convulse.
His face was as white as a sheet of paper, as if he would die in the next second.
Qiu Tian recalled Xu Tianyu's words, telling him not to kill anyone now, so he let go of his hand.
Even when Qiu Tian released him, Shen Zheng still looked like he was about to die.
Qiu Tian turned around and looked at the surrounding disciples with his pitch-black eyes.
The surrounding disciples were shocked and quickly took a step back.
"Do you still want to fight?"
When Qiu Tian's calm voice reached the ears of the surrounding disciples, it sounded like the voice of the Grim Reaper.
They hurriedly shook their heads and bowed their backs in a respectful manner.
What a joke. His physical body combined with his cultivation technique. Just how strong was his physical body?
They had only cultivated a few Mortal-tier cultivation techniques and were not even comparable to Shen Zheng. What was the difference between going up and delivering food to him?
Moreover, with Shen Zheng's tragic example right in front of them, they would really be fools if they rushed forward.
They couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw the arm that was twisted nine hundred degrees.