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It was rare for the Hidden Sect to gather so many Martial Artists; in a world where strength reigned supreme, everyone aspired to be the foremost in martial arts. Jin Weichu had diligently honed his skills for many years, and now his Divine Skill had reached an impressive level. This opportunity was too precious to miss; he intended to establish his dominance in front of everyone. Since Li Fushi had come to him, he decided to defeat Li Fushi first.
As Jin Weichu launched his attack, Li Fushi did not dare to underestimate him. However, Li Fushi's strength was significantly greater than that of the elder from Linyuan Pavilion. He could withstand Jin Weichu's punch and only take a half-step back while still being able to counterattack.
The two engaged fiercely, their Inner Energy surging as they fought, causing the surrounding trees to shed their bark and even shatter the thinner ones. Zhao Fangqiu, Ma Jie, and others hurried over, quickening their pace upon witnessing the commotion.
Jin Weichu and Li Fushi were evenly matched, exchanging over a hundred blows without a clear victor. The area within several hundred meters was ravaged by their Inner Energy, resembling a scene after a storm.
As Zhao Fangqiu and the others rushed to the scene, they were captivated by the rare sight of Divine Realm combat. Zhao Fangqiu had lived a long life but had never witnessed such a spectacle, let alone young individuals like Zhao Tingting and Fang Xian.
When Zhao Fangqiu saw Li Fushi and Jin Weichu standing atop a large tree, casually unleashing their Inner Energy to split the tree apart, he was left speechless. It dawned on him just how vast the gap in martial arts could be. In the face of such divine prowess, his proud Iron Sand Palm seemed utterly insignificant.
Zhao Tingting was equally astonished. The most powerful martial art she had seen was her grandfather's Iron Sand Palm, capable of shattering stones with a single strike. But now, witnessing Li Fushi and Jin Weichu fighting in mid-air with an imposing aura made her jaw drop. For a moment, she felt as if she had stepped into a martial arts world; the kung fu she had seen in movies truly existed in reality.
"Shen Xue Men and Tianlang Palace are finally making their move; we can just watch the excitement," Ma Jie said calmly despite feeling shaken inside.
"Old Ma, are all the elders from your Hidden Sect this formidable?" Zhao Fangqiu asked in shock.
"Pretty much. Anyone who can become an elder in our Hidden Sect has reached Divine Realm cultivation. As far as I know, there are very few Divine Realm practitioners in the mundane world. The ancestors of the seven major martial arts families in Huaxia are at Divine Realm level; it’s already impressive for one family to produce a Divine Realm master. Yet our Hidden Sect has nearly ten Divine Realm elders," Ma Jie replied with a smile.
"It’s quite embarrassing; I’ve lived most of my life without ever witnessing a Divine Realm battle. Today has truly opened my eyes," Zhao Fangqiu remarked with emotion.
"That's normal. Divine Realm practitioners rarely engage in combat. Even after many years at Guiyuan Sect, I've only seen them fight a few times. Typically, those at Divine Realm level know when to hold back. This time, Shen Xue Men and Tianlang Palace are fighting because of longstanding grievances; that’s why these two elders are risking their lives against each other. Such occurrences are quite rare. Old Zhao, you’ve come at just the right time; witnessing these Divine Realm elders battle allows us to truly appreciate the pinnacle of martial arts," Ma Jie explained.
"Indeed! It’s astonishing! Are they even human? I can hardly believe that Martial Arts Divine Realm possesses such incredible abilities—truly godlike! I realize now how stagnant I’ve been; our Zhao Family's Iron Sand Palm is indeed trivial compared to this level of skill. No wonder even Xiao Jiang looks down on it," Zhao Fangqiu sighed, seemingly awakening to new insights.
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