Chapter 21

The First Elder squinted his eyes and looked at Zi Chen, as if trying to see through him.

In his opinion, this little fellow was not that reckless. He must have his reasons for daring to say such words.

"Could it be that he has a chance of winning?" The First Elder thought to himself.

But with his True Energy Realm strength, how could he not see that Zi Chen was only at True Energy Realm Level Five, and his cultivation techniques were all third-rate battle techniques.

They were the most common and also the lowest level.

Ferocious Tiger Fist, Flowing Cloud Step.

With these two, he wanted to defeat Wang Meng, who was at True Energy Realm Level Six and had second-rate battle techniques?

The First Elder could not figure it out, but he did not need to.

Just as all the elders looked over, the First Elder said, "If both parties are willing, we can exchange."

Zi Chen was obviously willing, but Lin Xue was not. But after a slight glare from Zi Chen, he forcefully took the number two from Lin Xue.

His actions were very rude.

But Lin Xue smiled. It was as if Zi Chen had a manly spirit at this moment, because he knew how to protect others.

Su Mengyao, who was far away, could not help but nod. Regardless of his strength, she admired Zi Chen's sense of responsibility.

"Hmph, pretentious." Chen Feng snorted.

Su Mengyao did not speak. She did not speak much with Chen Feng.

"He's courting death. Great, now you don't have to do anything." Wang Xiong gritted his teeth.

"What a pity, this kid is going to die in an accident." An inner disciple beside Wang Xiong said.

In the crowd, there were different opinions. Some were good, some were bad, some were encouraging, and some were mocking.

Especially some of the male compatriots. Seeing Zi Chen in the limelight in front of Lin Xue, they all felt uncomfortable and began to mock him.

Zi Chen held the number two and walked onto the stage amidst the mocking of the male compatriots and the adoration of the female compatriots.

Wang Meng was already waiting there, his eyes cold.

"I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry to die." Wang Meng said coldly.

Zi Chen replied coldly, "It's not certain who will die. Today, I will repay the favor of throwing feces at me tenfold."

"On what basis?"

Wang Meng sneered, "With that useless third-rate battle skill of yours? You think you're so great just because you've comprehended True Intent? Let me tell you, third-rate battle skills are trash. Even if you've comprehended True Intent, it's still trash."

"I don't know if a third-rate battle skill is trash or not, but I know that you can't even be considered trash because you are destined to lose today," Zi Chen replied.

"Haha." Wang Meng laughed out loud. He was so angry that he laughed.

"Alright, you can fight now." Beside the battle stage, an elder judge stopped the two from bickering.

"Let's fight. Let's see who's the real trash." Wang Meng sneered. His zhenqi began to surge, and his eyes flashed with killing intent.

With a shift of his feet, the Flowing Cloud Steps appeared. At the same time, the Mountain Splitting Palm descended with a sharp aura.

"That's not how you use Flowing Cloud Steps."

The corners of Zi Chen's mouth curled up slightly. With a tap of his foot, he smoothly dodged Wang Meng's attack.

"Swoosh."

Since his attack missed, Wang Meng changed his attack. The second form of the Mountain Splitting Palm struck down. The wind whistled, and Zi Chen's white robe began to flutter. His black hair danced in the wind.

Zi Chen once again shifted his feet and dodged twice, dodging the attack by a hair's breadth. At the same time, when Wang Meng's attack was weakened, he threw out a punch.

"Roar."

With a roar of a tiger, the first and second forms of the third-rate Ferocious Tiger Fist were thrown out.

"Peng."

With a muffled sound, Zi Chen's body swayed and retreated two steps. On the other hand, Wang Xiong retreated four steps.

This result caused an uproar in the crowd.

Along the way, Zi Chen had not been well-liked. He had attracted the most boos, but today, he had made a name for himself. However, no one had expected that he would gain the upper hand in his battle with Wang Meng.

"Go to hell."

Wang Meng couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It would be too embarrassing if he couldn't suppress Zi Chen with his second-rate battle technique and his zhenqi that was a stage higher than Zi Chen's.

With a roar, the Mountain Splitting Palm appeared once again and stopped.

Under Zi Chen's feet, the Flowing Cloud Steps flickered like flowing water. He had comprehended the true essence of the Flowing Cloud Steps. At this moment, when he fully displayed it, it was even more mysterious than Miao Kong's footwork. He always dodged Wang Meng's attack by a hair's breadth.

"This is the true essence of the Flowing Cloud Steps. Good kid, no wonder you hid your strength before. You are really cautious."

On the high platform, the elders were no longer surprised. Their eyes suddenly lit up as if they had discovered a new continent.

Among the Battle Skills, footwork was the most difficult to cultivate. It was even more difficult to comprehend the true essence. However, what Zi Chen displayed now was the essence of the true essence. He had already reached the limit of footwork.

"Peng."

Muffled collision sounds continuously sounded on the stage. Zi Chen and Wang Meng were locked in a fierce battle.

At this moment, everyone had to re-evaluate Zi Chen's strength.

Wang Xiong's face was extremely dark. Everything seemed to be going wrong today. There was Wu Sheng, and now there was Zi Chen.

Su Mengyao's beautiful face was still wearing a faint smile.

The face of the number one core disciple of the Nimbus Martial Ancestor was also not looking good. One had to know that he had not comprehended the true essence of footwork back then.

"This kid is really not ordinary." Miao Kong laughed.

Beside him, Lin Xue's beautiful eyes flickered. She was like a chicken eating rice, nodding her head repeatedly.

"Mountain Splitting Palm, fifth style."

Wang Meng had already unleashed his true power, but Zi Chen was like a nimble fish, and he would not clash head-on with Wang Meng.

"Mountain Splitting Palm, sixth style."

"Mountain Splitting Palm, seventh style."

Fierce moves and surging Zhen Qi madly swept towards Zi Chen, but they were all neutralized one by one.

There were nine styles in the Mountain Splitting Palm, and the ninth style was the strongest.

"Zi Chen, I don't believe that you can block my strongest attack." Wang Meng's eyes were red. It was as if he had gone crazy. His voice became hysterical.

He was still competing for the number one position, but now it was difficult for him to even enter the top three.

In his anger, Wang Meng used the last move of the Mountain Splitting Palm, the Mountain Splitting Palm. Using the palm as a blade, Wang Meng's Qi suddenly became extremely sharp, like a huge blade that could split open a mountain. It was flickering with a cold light, carrying a sharp Qi as it suddenly fell down.

The strongest attack of a second-rate martial art. Unfortunately, Wang Meng had not fully comprehended the true essence of the martial art. This was just the strongest attack.

"Let me show you what a third-rate martial art is."

Facing the strongest attack of a second-rate martial art, Zi Chen sneered. The aura around him surged again. When he clenched his fists, Zi Chen's aura changed. It was as if he had turned into a fierce tiger.

At this moment, Zi Chen disappeared and was replaced by a fierce tiger.

The fierce tiger descended the mountain, bringing with it the pressure of a king of the forest. Its roar shook the forest. A king in his territory had found a prey. A pair of cold eyes stared at the prey.

Zi Chen's aura changed. From a roaring king, he became a king about to attack. His eyes became sharp, and the energy around him became more condensed.

"Is this the true essence of the Ferocious Tiger Fist?"

Regardless of whether it was the elders or the crowd of spectators, when they felt Zi Chen's aura at this moment, their expressions changed.

If Zi Chen had comprehended the essence of the Flowing Cloud Steps before, it was already praiseworthy. Now that he had comprehended the true essence of the Ferocious Tiger Fist, he could only be called a genius, a genius among geniuses.

The true essence of a martial art was not something that anyone could comprehend. Back then, Chen Feng had only comprehended the true essence of a martial art. He had not comprehended the true essence of the martial art.

"This Zi Chen's talent does not seem to be any weaker than Chen Feng's."

An elder thought to himself. He looked to the side and found that the first elder was curious. The second elder's face was ashen.

"Peng."

Under the influence of various emotions, the Ferocious Tiger Fist and the Mountain Splitting Palm collided. A dull sound, accompanied by a wave of energy, spread out in all directions. The entire stage shook, and then the two figures separated.

One retreated abruptly, while the other flew in the air. At the same time, the sound of bones breaking could be heard in the air.

The one who retreated was naturally Zi Chen. This time, he retreated more than ten meters, and only when he reached the edge of the stage did he stabilize himself. The blood in his body was churning, but he was not injured.

He had already flown out of the stage. His arms were hanging down, as if they were broken. He fell directly into the crowd with a bang.

Defeat in one move, the outcome was clear. The crowd was silent.

A third-rate battle skill used by a Level 0 Zhen Qi Stage cultivator had defeated a second-rate battle skill activated by a Level 1 Zhen Qi Stage cultivator. This was simply unbelievable. However, such an unbelievable thing had happened.

Below the stage, everyone's gaze changed. Even Wu Sheng, who was previously indifferent, had a dignified look on his face.

They looked at Zi Chen with awe in their eyes.

Many people even compared Zi Chen to Chen Feng in their hearts.

"This talent is not bad."

On the stage, the first elder squinted his eyes and said indifferently.

The second elder's face was gloomy, and he did not say a word. The other elders all nodded.

Under everyone's respectful gaze, Zi Chen walked down the stage and walked towards Lin Xue and Miao Kong.

"Thank you, brother."

Miao Kong looked at Zi Chen and said gratefully. Zi Chen had crippled Wang Meng. Obviously, Miao Kong had won the fourth and fifth battle. Miao Kong was now fourth.

As for the top three, it would be Lin Xue, Wu Sheng, and Zi Chen.

"Not bad, Zi Chen. A Level 0 Zhen Qi Stage cultivator defeating a Level 1 Zhen Qi Stage cultivator. You have a high chance of entering the core." Lin Xue smiled mischievously.

Zi Chen smiled.

"This brat."

The admiration in Su Mengyao's eyes grew stronger, while the coldness in Chen Feng's eyes grew. A Level 0 Zhen Qi Stage cultivator could defeat a Level 1 Zhen Qi Stage cultivator using a second-rate battle skill. This Zi Chen's talent was comparable to Chen Feng's.

To Chen Feng, this was a threat.

Looking at the current situation, it seemed that Zi Chen would enter the core with his talent. If Wu Sheng's strength was the same as Wang Meng's, then Zi Chen would definitely win.

"I will definitely kill him." Looking at his heavily injured brother, Wang Xiong gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Wang Xiong, you have to be careful. Do you have the guts to kill a core disciple?" The inner disciple who had previously threatened to kill Zi Chen said solemnly.

"He is not a core disciple yet. There are still two more battles." Wang Xiong said.

"If there are no accidents, he will become a core disciple. Don't talk about killing him. You should be careful. Don't let others take revenge.

Zi Chen's talent is comparable to Senior Brother Chen Feng. "The others advised.

"The third battle begins.

Wu Sheng against Lin Xue. "

The elders on the stage naturally did not care about the discussions below the stage. After the first battle, the second battle began.