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ing thought.

The guy was his fellow disciple anyway.
Alas, he wasn’t interested in those rudimentary battles, at all.

He felt absolutely bored.

Ma Bo was no longer embarrassed upon hearing the exclamations; he even felt rather proud of himself.
Once he landed, he looked at the young man and said casually, “You seem to be younger than me.
You may attack first; I won’t take advantage of you.”

The Qin-surnamed young man couldn’t help but laugh.
He didn’t say anything, though; he merely crossed his arms.

Zhuang Bizhe flew to the sky above the arena and said, “I’ll be the temporary referee of this practice.
You may begin.”

The Qin-surnamed young man didn’t waste any time talking after he heard the cue.
He even skipped formalities and simply charged at Ma Bo.

He moved as quickly as lightning, reaching Ma Bo in the blink of an eye.

Ma Bo was definitely shocked, not expecting the guy to be that fast.
He hurriedly resisted the guy’s punch.

After a bam, he was pushed back and his arms became numb.

Is his fist not made of flesh? How can it be that hard? Ma Bo was shocked, and in pain.
He grimaced, wanting to wave his arm; still he held back, as it would have been embarrassing.

“I won’t go easy on you anymore!” he shouted and punched back at his opponent ruthlessly.

The young man with the Qin surname moved nimbly and dodged Ma Bo’s attacks.
He then suddenly extended his fist.
Having no time to dodge—Ma Bo was hit in the chin, being instantly flung back.
Blood splashed out of his nose and mouth.

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The Qin youngster sneered and stayed where he was, not intent on giving chase.

Ma Bo rose to the ground in embarrassment, then wiped off the blood from his nostrils and mouth.
He couldn’t have looked more awful; the guy was too strong for him to resist.

He couldn’t have formed the core; he could have only built the foundation.
Had he formed the core, he would have been capable of flying.
Furthermore, it’s impossible to form the core in a year, but why is he so much stronger than me? Ma Bo was puzzled, infuriated and humiliated.

“Get off the stage.
You’re no match for me,” said the Qin-surnamed young man with a casual attitude.

Ma Bo snapped out of his daydreaming, where he was thinking random thoughts.
He instantly wore a grim expression and said angrily, “Are you underestimating me?”

He charged forward as he spoke, waving his fists.

The Qin-surnamed young man sneered and quickly approached the other with his body movement technique.
He dodged Ma Bo’s attacks and punched him right in his cheek.
Ma Bo was instantly thrown away, and was unable to get back to his feet in a long time.

Zhuang Bizhe heaved a sigh after seeing that; the gap between them was too vast.
Even if both had built a foundation, they weren’t as strong as each other, at all.
Some of the strong cultivators who had built their foundation could even fight those who had just formed the core.

The Qin-surnamed young man was undoubtedly a rare genius; Ma Bo on the other hand was just a normal person with a deity constitution.

“We admit failure,” Zhuang Bizhe announced.
He didn’t want Ma Bo’s embarrassment to increase, as the man would fail no matter how harder he tried.
So, just admitting failure and preserving his dignity was for the best.

Ma Bo sat up on the ground, feeling anger, frustration and pain.
From the corner of his eye, he could tell that everybody was looking at him.
Still his performance had been truly humiliating; he had been crushed.

Ma Bo struggled to get back to his feet, and said in a low voice, “Senior brother, I’m sorry…”

Zhuang Bizhe smiled and replied, “It’s no big deal.
The cultivation journey is very long; one year is too short for anything to be decided.
You’ll have a lot of opportunities to catch up in the future.”

Ma Bo took a deep breath.
“Thank you, senior brother.”

“Leave now,” said Zhuang Bizhe with a smile.

Ma Bo nodded and jumped off the arena.
His landing was unsteady, again, probably because he had been wounded.

He went to Mu Xuefeng and apologized again, his head lowered.

He looked at Su Ping from the corner of his eye, seething with hatred.

Su Ping glanced back at him but ignored him.
The guy was as insignificant as an ant to him, and his hatred didn’t matter whatsoever.

Every important person in that world was hated.
They would have a lot of enemies just because their status was high and they were known by many; it was unrealistic to kill everybody who hated them.

“It’s nothing.
Just work harder later,” Mu Xuefeng comforted him.

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On the stage—Zhuang Bizhe looked at He Buyu and asked, “Who are you going to send next?”

“Senior brother, let me,” the Qin-surnamed young man replied on stage.

Dazed, Zhuang Bizhe was rather cold.
“You want to continue challenging? You’ve already been challenged!”

“But I didn’t enjoy myself; that senior brother was too weak for me, so I couldn’t display my full strength.” The Qin-surnamed young man chuckled.
“I’m here to seek guidance from my opponents; it would be a shame if I leave without learning anything.”

Zhuang Bizhe narrowed his eyes with coldness and fury.

It was clear that the young man was planning to crush all opponents, all on his own.

“Indeed.
Senior Brother Zhuang, since this is a practice, everybody should enjoy themselves,” said He Buyu with a chuckle.

Zhuang Bizhe gave a gloomy snort and said, “Fine.
Let’s enjoy ourselves then.
Xiao Tang, you’ll be next.”

He simply sent Tang Jingyu, who was the strongest on his side.

Off the stage—many disciples couldn’t help but fix their eyes upon the handsome young man.

There was affection in the eyes of many female disciples, who liked him for his appearance, talent and background.

Tang Jingyu calmly nodded with a smile.
He then leaped to the bottom of the deep ravine.
After that, he hopped from the ground like a swallow, landing on the arena in a spot twenty meters high.

His movement were agile and beautiful.

Many female disciples’ eyes were glowing;they had realized the gap between Ma Bo and him.

Ma Bo felt rather uncomfortable upon seeing his opponent’s movement, but he didn’t show any of it.
He simply glimpsed at Su Ping angrily now and then, laying all blame on him; he wouldn’t have been the first to fight if it weren’t for the latter.

Tang Jingyu landed on the stage and said casually, “Let’s start.”

The Qin-surnamed young man smiled, showing interest in his eyes; he suddenly attacked after Zhuang Bizhe announced the beginning of the duel, this time even faster.
He moved as unpredictably as a butterfly when he approached Tang Jingyu.

The latter punched and stopped the Qin-surnamed young man from moving forward, as having seen through the guy’s technique.
The Qin-surnamed young man had to retreat and defend himself.

He put on a solemn expression.
“Interesting.
You are a worthy opponent.”

He then dashed forward again, instantly throwing dozens of punches; it seemed as if three of him were punching at the same time.

Tang Jingyu resisted all of the punches.
Their fists would clash constantly, and neither of them could win.

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