Chapter 2: Smashing Through the Brick Wall Without Turning Back

Rule one of the Lingxiao Pavilion Sect rules: Lingxiao Pavilion Disciples had one opportunity to challenge someone every day, and one opportunity to be challenged every five days! The difference in strength between the two fighting parties could not exceed three Levels. Evading or showing cowardice in battle was strictly forbidden, and violators would be expelled from the Sect. The victor would be rewarded with a corresponding amount of Contribution Points based on the opponent Disciple’s Level, while the loser would have the corresponding Contribution Points deducted based on their own Disciple Level.

Contribution Points were also known as Sect Contribution Points!

This was a unique feature of the Lingxiao Pavilion. Simply put, Contribution Points were equivalent to money here. As long as one had enough Contribution Points, they could exchange them at the Sect’s logistics department for anything they wanted. Elixirs, Secret Manuals, weapons, Treasure Armor—anything related to Cultivation could be exchanged. Of course, one could also exchange them for Gold and silver. But generally speaking, Sect Contribution Points were hard to come by, and ordinary Disciples were reluctant to trade them for mundane wealth.

There were many ways to acquire Sect Contribution Points. Handing over treasures one found to the Sect, or completing tasks assigned by the Sect, could both yield a certain amount of Contribution Points.

One of the most common and simplest ways to gain Contribution Points was through challenges! By challenging a fellow Disciple whose strength was within three Levels of their own, one could earn Contribution Points upon winning.

That was why so many people had gathered around Yangx Kai early this morning. Everyone knew to pick on the weak.

Yangx Kai’s name was quite famous within the Lingxiao Pavilion, not only because he bore the rare status of a Trial Disciple but also because he had basically never won a single match since joining the Lingxiao Pavilion! Every time he was challenged, it ended in defeat.

Observant individuals naturally remembered when Yangx Kai was last challenged. Today marked the fifth day since that last bout, meaning according to the Sect rules, he could be challenged once again. Who wouldn’t covet these easily obtainable Contribution Points? Although defeating Yangx Kai didn’t yield many Contribution Points, every little bit counted. Furthermore, the Disciples who would challenge Yangx Kai were not wealthy or noble individuals, so they naturally wouldn’t despise such a meager amount of Contribution Points.

In the center of the arena, Yangx Kai and Zhou Dingjun had already pulled open their fighting stance and Momentum, speaking in unison. "Please advise!"

Though they said this, everyone knew that Yangx Kai would inevitably suffer another severe beating today!

As the Yingg of their voices faded, Yangx Kai took the initiative to attack. His thin and frail body erupted with astonishing Combat Power. Taking a step forward, he threw a punch at Zhou Dingjun’s chest. The attack was simple and direct, his fist generating a fierce wind as if all his strength had been poured into it.

This punch was the exact Long Fist that every lower-tier Disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion had practiced in Cultivation. This Fist Skill was not profound; it was merely meant to strengthen the Disciples’ bodies, making the moves naturally simple.

Zhou Dingjun didn’t panic and wore a smile on his face. After all, his Realm was two Levels higher than Yangx Kai’s, so there was no suspense in this battle. Only when Yangx Kai’s fist was about to land did he twist his body as casually as if taking a stroll in the park. At this moment, his burly figure actually appeared somewhat agile.

The fist brushed past his clothes, failing to harm Zhou Dingjun in the slightest. Before Yangx Kai could retract his punch, Zhou Dingjun had already smashed an elbow onto Yangx Kai’s forearm while simultaneously raising his knee slightly, striking squarely into Yangx Kai’s abdomen.

Yangx Kai let out a muffled groan, enduring the piercing pain. He shuffled his feet and hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding Zhou Dingjun’s immediately following third strike.

"Huh?" Zhou Dingjun was astonished. He had not expected this Senior Brother, who was only at the Third Level of Body Tempering, to actually anticipate the enemy’s moves and know how he was going to attack next. This disrupted his plan to defeat him in one fell swoop.

But this Xiaxia’s mistake did not affect the overall situation. With a shift in his thoughts, Zhou Dingjun followed closely like a shadow, wanting to completely end this battle while Yangx Kai was catching his breath.

To his surprise, just as his front foot moved, the retreating Yangx Kai lunged forward again. The two figures closed in rapidly. Zhou Dingjun saw the unyielding spirit and high fighting intent in Yangx Kai’s eyes. Yangx Kai’s fist was tightly clenched, throwing yet another Long Fist.

He thought, "Oh no!" Zhou Dingjun’s heart skipped a beat, realizing he had fallen for the opponent’s trick. Although his strength was two Levels higher than this Senior Brother, he was somewhat inferior in terms of combat experience.

But so what if he fell for it? Zhou Dingjun’s aura settled like a deep abyss. He no longer dodged and countered with a Long Fist of his own.

With two soft THUD THUD sounds, Yangx Kai was sent flying. Zhou Dingjun’s figure swayed but remained standing, his expression somewhat grave. If that strike had been executed by an opponent of the same Level, he would have definitely been the one sent flying.

Others might not know the mystery behind these two punches, but he felt it with absolute clarity. This Senior Brother’s fist was actually slightly faster than his own. In other words, the opponent had struck him first before he managed to strike back.

It was just that the opponent’s fist lacked the strength of his own. Moreover, he was robust and sturdy, while the opponent was thin as a twig, frail in stature, and had a sickly face that clearly indicated malnutrition. Their physical resilience was simply not on the same Level, which was why this result had occurred before his eyes.

"Senior Brother Ye, I concede my lack of grace in this victory!" Zhou Dingjun felt quite uncomfortable in his heart. Being struck first by an opponent two Levels below him was truly nothing to be proud of. Although he had won this battle, he still felt the victory tasted somewhat sour.

A whispering voice came from the side. "Does this guy think he won?

"Haha, could it be that he came to challenge him without even hearing Yangx Kai’s great name?

"This is truly interesting."

Zhou Dingjun raised an eyebrow. He indeed did not know much about Yangx Kai; he had only frequently heard people mention this Senior Brother. Passing by today and seeing a large crowd gathered, he had decided to join in. However, he hadn’t expected to have such great luck and directly be chosen by Yangx Kai as an opponent.

He wondered, "But isn’t this a victory? I’ve sent this Senior Brother flying with one punch, establishing an overwhelming advantage. According to Sect rules, he should admit defeat since there’s no need to continue fighting."

"Again!" Just as he was deep in thought, Yangx Kai, who had been sent flying and crashed to the ground, actually stood up. Not only was there not a shred of discouragement in his eyes, but his fighting intent had grown even more intense. It was just that after taking that punch, his sickly face had already Canged slightly.

Without waiting for Zhou Dingjun to reply, Yangx Kai actually charged forward again. At a distance of less than three feet from Zhou Dingjun, his body suddenly sprang up slightly. His legs swept over like long whips, attacking Zhou Dingjun’s lower body.

A whip kick! This was also a Basic Technique that every lower-tier Disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion had practiced in Cultivation. Yet, as Yangx Kai executed it at this moment, it actually gave many fellow Disciples whose Levels were far above his a sudden realization.

They realized that this whip kick could actually be executed this way.

Before the crowd could express their emotion, a soft THUD sounded, and Yangx Kai was sent flying once more.

The difference of two Realm Levels and the disparity in physical fitness made it utterly impossible for Yangx Kai to contend with Zhou Dingjun. Zhou Dingjun’s punch had struck Yangx Kai’s calf bone. By the time Yangx Kai stood up again, his steps were actually slightly staggering, clearly indicating his bone had been injured.

"Again!" Yangx Kai gritted his Yars, his eyes seeming to burn with a Blazing Flame.

"THUD..." Yangx Kai was sent flying.

"Again!"

"THUD..." Yangx Kai flew out once more.

Some people who couldn’t bear to watch had already left early, while others sighed endlessly. "This Yangx Kai’s resilience is truly beyond words. Unless a challenge beats him unconscious, he will absolutely never let it go!"

When these words reached Zhou Dingjun’s ears, his heart couldn’t help but feel incredibly bitter. He never expected that he was challenging such a maddened opponent this time.

Yangx Kai had been sent flying a full seven or eight times. His cheeks were highly swollen, and even his eye sockets were bruised black. His footsteps staggered, looking as though a gust of wind could blow him over, yet he remained as stubborn as a boulder. Wherever he fell, he would climb back up from there, shout to continue, and charge forward.

After this repeated time and time again, Zhou Dingjun’s expression finally changed. "Are you crazy? If you don’t surrender, you’re going to die!"