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Hearing his grandfather's somewhat melancholic words, Zhao Tingting quickly reassured him, "Grandpa, the Hidden Sect is not of this world. We don't need to compare ourselves to them. We belong to the mundane world, and we should only compare ourselves to the sects within it. In fact, compared to other sects in the secular realm, our Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm is not weak at all. Grandpa, I think you should open a martial arts school to spread our Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm; there's no need for it to be passed down solely through one line."
"That's right, Old Zhao. To be honest, if you want to pass down your Zhao Family's Iron Sand Palm, you can't keep it all to yourself," Ma Jie added. Now a member of the Hidden Sect, he naturally looked down on the martial arts of the outside world, let alone Zhao Fangqiu's Iron Sand Palm.
"Old Ma, your idiom isn't quite right. Our Zhao Family Iron Sand Palm can't be considered a shabby broom; at least it is quite useful for strengthening the body," Zhao Fangqiu said with a frown.
"I misspoke, I misspoke," Ma Jie laughed.
"Tingting, I will seriously consider your suggestion later," Zhao Fangqiu replied. Although he was somewhat stubborn, having witnessed true martial arts prowess this time filled him with a sense of powerlessness and a hint of chill; he was no longer as obsessed as before.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed as Li Fushi plummeted from the sky, creating a deep pit in the ground upon impact. As the dust settled, Li Fushi slowly stood up from the pit while Jin Weichu stood atop a severed tree trunk, hands clasped behind his back, his robes billowing without wind. He lazily lifted an eyelid and looked down at Li Fushi with disdain.
"Li Fushi, now you are my defeated opponent," Jin Weichu said calmly, his tone filled with arrogance.
"You only managed to win by half a move; it's nothing remarkable," Li Fushi replied darkly.
"Oh? It seems you're still unconvinced. I can give you another chance, but this time I won't hold back," Jin Weichu said with a cold smile.
"Then come at me," Li Fushi declared, his hair and beard standing on end as he shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring, exuding an overwhelming aura of Inner Energy that seemed ready to tear through the air as he charged at Jin Weichu.
With a thunderous crash, Li Fushi collided with the tree trunk where Jin Weichu stood, splintering it into pieces and sending wood chips flying that injured several onlookers. However, this strike did not hit Jin Weichu; he had stepped into thin air as if climbing a ladder and was now hovering even higher above.
"Let me show you my true prowess," Jin Weichu said from his lofty perch. His lips moved softly, but his voice resonated like rolling thunder that shook the hearts of all present.
Everyone instinctively looked up. The sky was clear and the sun blazed overhead; its rays illuminated Jin Weichu's figure. The aura of Inner Energy surrounding him refracted the sunlight into brilliant halos that gave him an ethereal presence akin to that of a deity.
Jin Weichu continuously changed his hand seals as winds formed around him—these were gales composed of Inner Energy. Even a mere trace of this Inner Energy could slice through steel; let alone this tornado-like Inner Strength Gale.
Li Fushi looked up in shock at this scene and felt a surge of alarm; he dared not be careless and quietly took out a Jade Talisman while simultaneously channeling his Inner Energy to form his own gale.
"Die!" Jin Weichu's momentum reached its peak as the Inner Strength Gale around him spun at terrifying speed, seemingly capable of rending space itself.
As Jin Weichu's words fell, the tornado-like Inner Strength Gale surged toward Li Fushi with unstoppable force. Li Fushi focused intently and without hesitation crushed the Jade Talisman in his hand before charging directly into it without dodging or evading.
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