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Time flew by quickly, and before long, the day of the Disciple Sparring at Qingfeng Temple had arrived. The training ground was already filled with numerous disciples, all eager to showcase their skills and abilities.
Liang Tian arrived early at the training ground, dressed in a plain long robe. His expression was calm, yet his eyes radiated confidence. The surrounding disciples looked at him with admiration and anticipation, hoping to learn the exquisite spells and techniques from him. Meanwhile, those who felt envious sneered quietly, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
Xuanfeng Zhenren sat on the podium, surveying the disciples below. He spoke loudly, "The purpose of the Disciple Sparring is mutual learning and collective progress. Do not harbor malicious intent; remember to hold back. Is that understood?"
"Understood!" the disciples responded in unison, their voices echoing through the valley.
The sparring officially began, with disciples pairing up to demonstrate their skills. In no time, the training ground was filled with flashes of spells and cheers from the spectators. Liang Tian stood quietly to one side, silently analyzing the spellcasting styles and cultivation characteristics of his fellow disciples.
Soon, it was Liang Tian's turn to take the stage. His opponent was a seasoned disciple who had been practicing in the temple for many years and possessed considerable strength. This disciple looked at Liang Tian with a hint of disdain, seemingly underestimating him. In his eyes, Liang Tian was merely a newcomer; even if he had some talent, it could not compete with his years of accumulated practice.
"Junior brother, please enlighten me," Liang Tian said with a slight bow, displaying proper etiquette.
"Hmph, no need for pleasantries—take this!" The disciple snorted coldly and launched an attack first. He quickly formed hand seals while chanting incantations, unleashing a sharp wind blade that whistled toward Liang Tian. The air screamed as the wind blade sliced through it.
Liang Tian remained unfazed; he slightly shifted his body and effortlessly dodged the wind blade. Then he lightly tapped his feet and charged toward his opponent like a streak of black lightning. The disciple was taken aback and hurriedly conjured several more wind blades to form a barrier in an attempt to block Liang Tian's advance.
However, Liang Tian did not retreat. With a swift motion of his hands, he executed the Qingfeng Technique. After his modifications, this technique's power far exceeded that of an ordinary disciple's version. A gentle yet powerful gust of wind instantly dispersed the wind blade barrier and continued forward without losing momentum toward the disciple. The disciple felt an irresistible force rushing at him and involuntarily staggered back several steps.
Before he could regain his footing, Liang Tian closed in on him, his hands moving like lightning as he unleashed a series of intricate punches. This boxing technique combined combat skills from the celestial realm—both fierce and agile. The disciple struggled to defend himself but gradually found it increasingly difficult to withstand Liang Tian's relentless assault.
With a resounding "bang," Liang Tian's fist lightly struck the disciple's shoulder. The force sent him flying backward several feet before crashing to the ground.
The arena fell into a profound silence, as everyone was stunned by Liang Tian's formidable strength. Moments later, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the spectators.
"Senior Brother Liang Tian is incredible! His power is simply beyond imagination!"
"Indeed, he defeated the senior disciples in just a few moves. Senior Brother Liang Tian is bound to achieve great things in the future!" The disciples exclaimed in admiration.
However, amidst the praise, there were a few discordant voices. A couple of envious disciples wore dark expressions, and one muttered quietly, "Hmph, it was just luck. Perhaps that senior brother was careless, allowing him to succeed."
"Exactly! What's so impressive about that? Next time, I will definitely show him what’s what!" another disciple echoed.
Liang Tian naturally heard these whispered comments but paid them no mind. He once again cupped his hands in respect towards the fallen disciple and said, "Senior Brother, I appreciate your guidance." The disciple's face flushed slightly; though reluctant to admit it, he had to concede that Liang Tian's strength was indeed superior. He stood up and forced a smile, saying, "Junior Brother, your strength is formidable. I accept my defeat willingly."
In the subsequent sparring matches, Liang Tian continued to defeat several disciples who challenged him. In each bout, he showcased astonishing power and exquisite spellcasting techniques. Whether in offense or defense, Liang Tian's performance was nothing short of perfect, leaving the onlooking disciples in awe.
As Liang Tian racked up victories, his reputation within Qingfeng Temple grew ever more resounding. Xuanfeng Zhenren watched with a pleased smile as Liang Tian excelled in the arena. He understood that Liang Tian's abilities were far from their limits; this young man had immense potential yet to be tapped. This disciple sparring was merely the beginning of Liang Tian's rise at Qingfeng Temple; in the future, he would undoubtedly create even more brilliance on his path of cultivation. However, Xuanfeng Zhenren also harbored a subtle concern—such a dazzling display would inevitably provoke jealousy and discontent among some. He hoped that Liang Tian could remain true to himself and not be swayed by external voices, continuing steadfastly on his path of cultivation.
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