Chapter 26: The Beating of Chen Jun

At that moment, Elder Yi Yuanyang, the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect, stepped onto the high platform. His piercing gaze swept across the arena, and the crowd immediately fell silent. "Congratulations to all of you for successfully advancing to the top ten of the Outer Sect Grand Competition," Yi Yuanyang announced in a clear voice. "Next will be the top ten ranking battles." According to the rules of the ranking battles, each participant would face every other participant once. The one with the most victories would be crowned the overall champion of this Grand Competition. Yang Lingchen noticed Feng Xueqing at the same time. "That girl, Feng Xueqing," Yang Lingchen thought to himself. "Today, I'll show her what I'm made of." Meanwhile, Yang Lingchen felt several unfriendly gazes directed his way. He paid them no mind. Among the current top ten outer sect disciples, he felt no pressure from anyone except Feng Xueqing. Yang Lingchen knew he had offended many people in the outer sect, but it no longer mattered. He was determined to claim first place in this Outer Sect Grand Competition, and once he did, he would become an inner sect disciple. "The top ten ranking battles officially begin now," Yi Yuanyang declared. "The first match is Yang Lingchen versus Mo Zihao." Hearing his name, Yang Lingchen immediately stepped onto the stage. "Brat, you're arrogant, daring to injure my brother," Mo Zihao said, his voice icy cold. "I've injured many people," Yang Lingchen retorted with a sneer. "Which one was your brother?" "Arrogant indeed. Today, I'll break your limbs and show you the consequences of your insolence." As soon as Mo Zihao finished speaking, he lunged towards Yang Lingchen like a soaring eagle. The surging aura he exuded astonished everyone present. Facing Mo Zihao's furious attack, Yang Lingchen's eyes narrowed. His Heaven-Piercing Staff instantly lashed out. The staff carried a chilling force, striking Mo Zihao's sword-wielding wrist like lightning. A sharp crack echoed. "Ah... ah... ah!" Mo Zihao let out a cry of excruciating pain. His wrist was instantly shattered by the Heaven-Piercing Staff. Yang Lingchen had originally planned to end the fight with one strike, but since his opponent had boasted about crippling him, he decided not to be so lenient. Immediately after, Yang Lingchen swung his staff again. Mo Zihao, enduring the pain, tried to evade the attack with his movement technique. At this moment, he finally realized Yang Lingchen's terrifying power. However, in terms of movement techniques, how could he possibly compare to Yang Lingchen? Thud... thud... thud! Crack... crack... crack... crack. Yang Lingchen aimed his staff at Mo Zihao's limbs. "Ah... ah... ah!" On the stage, Mo Zihao let out a pig-like shriek of agony. His piercing screams startled everyone present. Even the disciples fighting on other stages were drawn by his cries. "Feeling better now? You don't have much skill, but you're certainly the world's best at showing off." Yang Lingchen glanced at Mo Zihao, then stepped off the stage. Within the Heavenly Origin Palace's outer sect, as long as one didn't commit murder or cripple a person's dantian, the higher-ups generally wouldn't intervene. After all, in this brutal cultivation world, it was a process of natural selection, survival of the fittest. Only the most outstanding disciples were what the Heavenly Origin Palace truly needed. Seeing Yang Lingchen's brutal display, those he had previously defeated secretly felt fortunate. After all, they had only been knocked off the stage and hadn't suffered any major injuries. "Ah... ah... ah." Just then, another incredibly shrill scream echoed, lasting for several minutes before finally ceasing. Yang Lingchen looked over and saw Feng Xueqing also wielding a staff, furiously striking her opponent's limbs. Just then, Feng Xueqing delivered her final blow, aiming for her opponent's lower body. Thud. "Ah!" A distinct crunching sound was heard. Seeing this, Yang Lingchen involuntarily tightened his legs, remembering how he had almost been struck there by her last time. Too brutal, this little devil. As the ranking battles continued, Yang Lingchen swept through his opponents, quickly achieving seven consecutive victories. At the same time, the little devil, Feng Xueqing, also achieved seven consecutive victories. Soon, Yang Lingchen's eighth match began. His opponent this time was Chen Jun, widely recognized as the top outer sect disciple. "Brat, were you the one who injured my brother?" Chen Jun asked, his eyes sharp. "Who the hell are you? And what is your brother?" Yang Lingchen replied, exasperated. "I've injured so many people. How would I know who your brother is?" "You're courting death, winning against a few weaklings and thinking you're invincible." Chen Jun's face instantly turned cold. He was the recognized number one in the outer sect, and his opponent claimed not to know him. Wasn't that a slap in the face? In all his years in the outer sect, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. "You're a fool," Yang Lingchen said expressionlessly. "Are you going to fight or not? If not, then get lost and eat dirt." "You seek death." Chen Jun swung his long sword, and a sword qi slash shot towards Yang Lingchen. Facing Chen Jun's sharp sword qi, Yang Lingchen instantly dodged, while simultaneously swinging his Heaven-Piercing Staff towards his opponent. The Heaven-Piercing Staff, carrying a powerful aura, forced Chen Jun to retreat repeatedly. Although Chen Jun took seven or eight steps back, he was not injured. At this moment, he looked at Yang Lingchen with extreme solemnity, as Yang Lingchen's strength far exceeded his estimation. Chen Jun had originally estimated Yang Lingchen's strength to be around the peak of the Profound Realm, but from Yang Lingchen's previous strike, the combat power displayed had far surpassed the Profound Realm. Yang Lingchen had no time to waste with him. He launched a furious, overwhelming assault like a raging storm. Clang... clang... clang! Chen Jun struggled to parry with his long sword. Thud... thud... thud! "Ah... ah... ah!" Chen Jun let out a miserable howl. Facing Yang Lingchen's ferocious attacks, Chen Jun only managed to block a few moves before his weapon was knocked from his hand. Crack... crack... crack... crack! Immediately after, Yang Lingchen's Heaven-Piercing Staff rained down like a storm on Chen Jun's limbs. Then, Yang Lingchen kicked Chen Jun away. For a moment, the arena fell silent. Chen Jun was the number one outer sect disciple! In the hearts of countless outer sect disciples, Chen Jun was like a god! Yet, he had been crippled by Yang Lingchen. Yang Lingchen had now achieved eight consecutive victories. Next, he would face Feng Xueqing. And Feng Xueqing, likewise, came with eight consecutive victories. Because Chen Jun had already been crippled by Yang Lingchen, when it came to his match against Feng Xueqing, Chen Jun directly conceded. "You scoundrel," Feng Xueqing said, her voice playfully fierce. "I advise you to concede quickly, or your manhood might be in danger." "Little tigress," Yang Lingchen said with a mischievous smile, his gaze fixed on Feng Xueqing as he admired her. "I advise you to keep those big assets of yours well-covered, or they might just get flattened by me."