The Strongest Sect of All Times

Fourth round, sixth match.

Xiao Zuiji stepped onto the stage. Before he had stopped walking, Bei Jian greeted with a smile, “Yo yo, the Xiao Family’s genius is capable. You’ve unexpectedly beaten three participants, one after another.”

Hearing the ‘yo yo’ again, Jun Changxiao became even more irritated.

He really wished he could run over there, kick the boy into the sky, build a machine gun and punch some bullet-holes through the boy’s body.

[You don’t have one], the system stated, very unsupportive. 

Jun Changxiao collapsed into his chair, howling in his heart, I can’t even think about it?

Xiao Zuiji did not respond. He clenched his fists, eyes filled with chiling intent. Sect Head said that I must ruthlessly beat him, so I will not be lenient this time.

“Yo yo,” grinned Bei Jian. “That look in your eyes is so scary, do you still take yourself as the insufferably arrogant genius from five years ago?”

“Wait, that’s not right,” Bei Jian stopped himself. “Even if it was the you from five years ago, I am no longer the Bei Jian who was punched like a loser.”

As he said ‘was punched’, his eyes gleamed with anger. Obviously, he had not forgotten this traumatic event in the slightest. 

“Begin!” called the referee.

Hu! Hu!

Bei Jian raised his hand and a burst of flame appeared in his palm. He chuckled darkly, “Xiao Zuiji, you are still flesh and blood. Do you think you can endure this flame?”

“A fire-controlling technique!”

“I didn’t expect for Bei Jian to be a fire-type cultivator!”

“Xiao Zuiji’s body may be strong, but facing a fire attribute, he will definitely go down in one hit.”

The crowd discussed with amazement.

The cultivators in Falling Star Continent who could comprehend fire qi, water qi, or other special attributes were very rare.

The originally dead-grass like Xiao Family descendents saw Bei Jian summon a flame and seemed to revive. 

“Hahaha, under the flame, the physical body will be burnt to a crisp!”

“Hmph. Without spiritual power to protect the body, even if your physical strength is above Martial Apprentice, it will still be a waste.”

“I am anticipating this, Bei Jian is going to be chasing him around.”

The Xiao Family and Bei Family had some enmity, but these Xiao Family descendents were actually happy to see Xiao Zuiji be oppressed by Bei Jian, their minds twisted to the supreme.

It wasn’t just them.

The Xiao Family elders were also smiling. 

The Great Elder leaned in his chair, the anger and killing intent dissipating slightly. After all, that wastrel was soon to be dragged down, why should he care so much anymore. 

“Fire-type cultivator?”

Jun Changxiao was indifferent, as he had the supreme-grade Exquisite Flame fire seed himself. 

Xiao Zuiji also didn’t care.

Bei Jian did not see the fear he wanted to see and immediately became angered, clicking his wrist. 

Bang!

Xiao Zuiji took one step forward and punched, directly striking the flame. As it touched the flame, the flames disappeared.

His fist was completely fine!

“What?” 

The audience was startled, some jumping out of their seats. 

That was fire-type spiritual energy!

Don’t even talk about its brute strength, the temperature itself should have burned the fist!

But that guy?

Not only had he broken through, there was no damage!

“Unbelievable, unbelievable!” shouted one expert. 

The nearby middle-aged man commented, “Is it possible that this child’s mortal body has reached the level of impervious to fire and water?”

At this time, the spotlight had to be given to the Xiao Family because their present expressions were again like they had eaten shit. 

Jun Changxiao lightly said, “Your flame is only that intense, yet you want to injure my disciple? How laughable.”

Flames could burn down everything, but once the mortal body arrived at the pinnacle, fire with insufficient heat was but an itch.

“Fierce, how fierce!” The Great Red Gate elder gave a thumbs-up. 

The boy didn’t have spiritual energy, but he was able to punch away fire without hurting himself — he couldn’t help but admire. 

“How is this possible…” Bei Jian, who had believed he could use flames to suppress Xiao Zuiji, saw that his fireball had disappeared and stood there dumbly like a wooden chicken. 

Shua!

At this moment, a fist whistled over. 

When Bei Jian regained his composure, he didn’t even have time to do anything as there was a bang and his abdomen was hit hard. His eyes widened and his folded at the waist. 

Xiao Zuiji then punched with his left fist, directly upper-cutting Bei Jian in the chin, throwing him into the air. 

These two fists were extremely heavy!

Putong!

Bei Jian dropped to the floor, expression still fierce. Intense pain spread through his body and he was heaving. 

An expert was startled. “Those two fists had to have over 2000 jin!”

“My god!”

“2000 jin with just physical strength, inconceivable!”

“Physical strength is often proportional to defensive power, no wonder the flames didn’t affect him at all!”

Xiao Zuiji no longer intentionally concealed anything, using vicious methods outright, allowing the experts to comprehend his strength.

“How… hateful!” Bei Jian suppressed the pain and stood up, then ‘bang’ and another fist smacked his face and he was forced to stagger back.

Xiao Zuiji was ready to follow him step by step, one punch one elbow jab at a time, but heard a putong and found the man on the ground.

The decisive strikes made the audience feel bad for Bei Jian!

Pah!

Xiao Zuiji sat on Bei Jian’s back and pulled his head up by his hair, coldly saying, “Do you still remember when we were young, how I punched you?”

Bei Jian remembered.

He had been sat on just like this, punched ruthlessly in the middle of the streets.

For a long time afterwards, he had lived in pain, this event sowing a seed of trauma. 

Xiao Zuiji’s gaze was freezing. “You bullied a girl and got beaten until you cried. Today, I may have lost everything, but I can still beat you until you cry.”

Shua!

Xiao Zuiji brandished a fist. 

This situation was extremely similar to the past. 

Bei Jian’s frail mind immediately disintegrated and he cried, begging for mercy. “Don’t… don’t… don’t hit me!”

Just one movement had caused him to remember, sending him back to the moment he had first been punched. 

This was a mental trauma, its repercussions were huge…

Bang! Bang!

Xiao Zuiji pounded him with fist after fist, his strength increasing with each hit. Soon, the cheap young master’s whole face was covered in blood, his head swelling up like a pig’s. 

Even his mother and father probably wouldn’t recognize him. 

Xiao Zuiji grabbed Bei Jian by the foot and dragged him to the edge of the stage, throwing him off. 

“Feels good.” Jun Changxiao leaned back into his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

However, the muzzle of his gun was trained on the Xiao Family Great Elder, fearing that the man would not be able to suppress his killing intent. 

…

“Fourth round sixth match, the winner is Xiao Zuiji!” 

The referee’s voice echoed through the stadium and the crowd slowly sat down, still shocked. 

The fire-user Bei Jian had been defeated. That was something absolutely unbelievable!

“Fourth round seventh match, Qin Ming versus Xiao Linye.”

The next match soon started. 

Xiao Linye moved towards the stage and brushed past Xiao Zuiji. With a smile, he whispered, “Cousin, you’re still so strong after losing everything. This really makes Younger Brother hold you in high esteem.”

Xiao Zuiji did not answer him, stepping into the winner’s area instead.

Facing the direct disciple of a large clan, Xiao Linye, Qin Ming was shortly defeated. 

Xiao Linye arrived in the winner’s area and said, “Cousin, your next opponent will be me.”

Xiao Zuiji just sat there with his eyes closed. 

The rest of the matches continued. Li Qingyang and the others easily defeated their own opponents, entering Round 4 in the respective zones. 

Jun Changxiao waved his hand, helplessly saying, “That was too easy.”

When he first arrived, he had worried about each disciple’s fight, fearing that the difficulties would take 2-3 pages to cover. But in reality, each match had ended quickly. 

The Great Red Sect elder sat motionlessly in his seat, as his sect’s last seedling in the competition had been beaten by Tian Qi, meaning that his sect had been thoroughly eliminated.