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Duan Wude trembled with intensity, his fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. He glanced back at several elders, conveying some unspoken message. Fire Wuyan caught a glimpse of the exchanged glances between Duan Wude and the high-ranking members of the Inner Courtyard, stirring something within him.
"Could something be happening? No, he can't be that bold, especially with the unfathomably powerful Grand Elder present."
"Zhao Yang, can you continue?" Ji Wudao asked Zhao Yang on the challenge stage.
Zhao Yang stretched lazily and replied, "Returning to the Sect Leader, I can continue, but I fear my Senior Brothers won't be able to wait much longer since lunchtime is approaching. How about this: let all the Grand Offerings come at me together; I want to take on ten!"
In his previous life, Zhao Yang had always yearned for a scenario like in the movie "Ip Man," where one person challenges ten masters. During battles, he fought with an adrenaline rush, and now, caught up in the moment, he began to speak recklessly.
"Arrogant!"
"I think he's just tired of living!"
"Let’s all attack him together! This kid seems a bit sinister; if we don’t kill him now, he might hide away later."
All six Grand Offerings from Offering Camp Four to Offering Camp Nine leaped into the challenge arena, igniting the atmosphere instantly. Everyone was exhilarated, as if they had been injected with adrenaline. They rose to cheer, and some girls shamelessly screamed while covering their faces, almost shouting "Rukawa Kaede, I love you!"
The Grand Offering from Offering Camp Four was none other than the "Lightning Man," who had clashed with Zhao Yang years ago at the Outer Sect's Alchemist's Chamber. Zhao Yang nodded at him like an acquaintance, causing the Lightning Man to frown. The others did not recognize him except for Meng Yu from Offering Camp Nine. Zhao Yang raised his middle finger in a dismissive gesture towards them, showing more disdain than they had shown him. Many disciples who had become offerings were excited; finally, someone was standing up for them.
"I told you he must be strong if he looks that handsome; it seems that the opinions of a few are always correct!" A female disciple clasped her hands under her chin and began daydreaming.
"How wonderful it would be to cultivate with him! Waking up every morning to see his warm jade-like face, stealing a kiss while he's asleep, his long eyelashes fluttering like beautiful butterflies... Oh my goodness, how embarrassing!"
Everyone else: "..."
"Sister, what about your dignity?"
Then chaos erupted as countless female disciples began pulling the hair of their Male Disciples in protest against her.
Zhao Yang swung his legs triumphantly, pointing at several Grand Offerings like a rogue. "One, two, three, four, five, six—still not enough! Who's that? Yes, you! Come down here. Don't pretend it's not you, Shen Gongye. I've had my eye on you for a long time."
Zhao Yang pointed at Shen Gongye, his demeanor one of defiance as if he feared nothing.
"Are you sure you're talking to me?" Shen Gongye replied with an air of superiority, his gaze filled with disdain.
"Kill him!" shouted a Male Disciple who could no longer tolerate Zhao Yang's boastful attitude and the infatuated looks of the female disciples around him. He stood up and raised his voice.
"Kill him!" echoed the other Male Disciples, their shouts growing louder and more fervent, filled with righteous indignation.
"What do you mean? What has Yangyang done to offend you? Why are you targeting him?!" A female disciple couldn't stand by any longer and defended Zhao Yang.
"I just can't stand this Pretty Boy! What are you going to do about it?!" a Male Disciple snapped back, unable to hold his anger any longer.
"Kill them!" Finally, a fierce-looking female disciple stood up and raised her arm in support. "Support Yangyang!"
"Kill them! Support Yangyang!" The female disciples screamed as if possessed, their chants contrasting sharply with those of the Male Disciples, each shout drowning out the last.
Zhao Yang pursed his lips and offered the female disciples a sweet smile.
"Ah—he smiled at me!" one of the female disciples squealed in delight.
"How could he smile at you when he clearly smiled at me?!" another girl retorted.
"Go to hell! Yangyang is mine!"
“Enough!” The Second Elder, Duan Wude, roared, his voice booming like thunder, sending powerful sound waves across the entire arena. In an instant, all noise ceased. “What kind of behavior is this! A useless waste has stirred you all up like this, indulging in worldly pleasures without any ambition. What about your resolve to cultivate? What about your calmness? Have you all had enough to eat?!”
“Old fool, you’re the one who’s useless!” a female disciple muttered under her breath.
“Exactly! He’s probably still a virgin at his age, an old thing that no one wants. Bah!” Duan Wude was known for his strictness and harshness, and at this moment, he was being scorned by many female disciples.
“Alright, alright,” Ji Wudao soothed the crowd, clearing his throat. “Everyone quiet down and let’s continue.”
After Ji Wudao spoke, he cast a meaningful glance at Zhao Yang and transmitted a message: “Zhao Yang, you really are something. The Grand Elder wants me to protect you, yet you insist on seeking thrills. Do you really think you can win against so many just with brute strength?”
Zhao Yang couldn’t tell who was transmitting the message; it didn’t sound like someone familiar. So he replied, “Who are you? You’re meddling too much! I’m just naturally tough-skinned and enjoy taking hits. Does it concern you? If you have the guts, come up here! I could use more opponents!”
As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, he felt the air around him grow cold. Following the sensation, he turned to see Ji Wudao glaring at him with a dark expression.
“Haha,” Zhao Yang chuckled awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. “Master, have you eaten yet?”
Bang!
In a moment of distraction, Zhao Yang was struck down by a Bald Muscular Man wielding a Golden Hammer, crashing face-first onto the ground of the challenge arena and lying motionless.
“What are you wasting time talking for? Just one hit from me will crush him! Only a fool would try to compete with him in agility; it’s all about strength—what madness!”
The crowd gasped in disbelief as they stared at Zhao Yang sprawled on the ground with his limbs spread out and face down.
“Is he dead?” they murmured in shock.
“Is there any doubt?! This Golden Hammer contains celestial black iron and weighs three thousand three hundred thirty-three pounds. Even my Mountain-Splitting Hammer Technique at full power can’t be defended against by a Core Formation Stage True Qi shield. It shatters gold and breaks stone; even if his head were made of iron, it must be filled with blood and brain matter by now—he’s definitely dead!” The Bald Muscular Man boasted proudly, not even glancing at Zhao Yang as he hoisted his massive Golden Hammer.
The Iron Hammer was a heavy weapon, often classified as a type of mace. Its body was shaped with four edges, without any joints, and the end was blunt. It was extremely heavy, making it difficult for anyone lacking great strength to wield it effectively. With its immense lethality, it could crush a person to death even through armor. In close combat, when True Qi coursed through it, it could directly shatter an enemy's internal organs. Typically made of copper or iron, its appearance resembled that of a rigid whip. If forged from materials above gold, even opponents of the same cultivation level would find it nearly impossible to defend against. The Bald Muscular Man had never failed to inflict severe damage on his opponents with the Golden Hammer; every strike resulted in either brain matter splattering or internal organs being crushed. This track record gave him the confidence that Zhao Yang was already dead.
"But..." someone raised an objection.
"There are no 'buts.' He is absolutely dead!" the muscular man interrupted sharply.
"But your Golden Hammer seems to be bent!"
"Impossible! My Golden Hammer is..." The muscular man confidently touched his seven-foot-long Golden Hammer, but his voice trailed off.
His expression shifted to one of fear as he incredulously held up the Golden Hammer, now bent at a forty-five-degree angle. His mouth fell open as he caught sight of Zhao Yang, who had been presumed dead, slowly rising to his feet.
Zhao Yang's eyes were slightly bloodshot; it was evident that even with his formidable physique, he could still be harmed. He touched a bump on the back of his head, wincing in pain as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Nevertheless, he struggled to maintain his composure and calmly asked, "Who hit me?"
It was clear to everyone that Zhao Yang was furious; his voice trembled with a mix of pain and the impending fury about to erupt.
With a loud clang, the Golden Hammer fell to the ground, causing the Bald Muscular Man to instinctively take two steps back.
Zhao Yang glanced at him and gave a thumbs-up.
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