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The morning sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a faint golden hue over the Kongtong Sect's trial grounds, yet it did little to dispel the tense atmosphere that hung in the air. Meng Hao stood at the center of the arena, surrounded by whispering disciples whose gazes swept over him like searchlights. He could feel their eyes filled with curiosity, doubt, and a hint of disdain.
"Well, if it isn't our 'Divine Axe Woodcutter'!" a mocking voice rang out. Li Muqing stepped forward from the crowd, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "I heard you startled the Sect Leader quite a bit yesterday. What, you want to show off your woodcutter's axe techniques again in the trial?"
A few disciples behind him chuckled softly, their eyes glinting with provocation as they looked at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao remained silent, gripping his Heavenly Axe tightly. The axe emitted a faint bronze glow in his palm, as if silently responding to his heartbeat. He understood that Li Muqing's words were laced with malice, intended to belittle him and provoke a reaction. But he knew that this was not the time for a war of words; strength was what truly mattered.
Taking a deep breath, he recalled the marvelous sensation that the Heavenly Axe had given him. It was not just a surge of power but also an acute awareness of the surrounding energies. He resolved to use this axe today to show everyone what true strength meant.
"Since we are to have a trial, let's cut to the chase!" Bai Yunzi's authoritative voice echoed from the high platform. His gaze swept across the arena before landing on Meng Hao. "Today's trial will be a duel using the Seven Injuries Fist. Whoever can last until the end will be considered successful."
As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple from Kongtong Sect announced the start of the trial. Li Muqing charged forward first, his movements agile and his punches fierce, clearly honed from years of practicing Seven Injuries Fist. Each punch carried a gust of wind aimed directly at Meng Hao's face.
Instead of retreating, Meng Hao advanced. His steps were light and swift as he dodged left and right, easily evading several of Li Muqing's aggressive attacks. His movements appeared casual but were imbued with an indescribable rhythm, as if he could predict every strike Li Muqing would make.
"That woodcutter has some decent footwork," someone in the crowd murmured.
"Hmph! What good is footwork? The essence of Seven Injuries Fist lies in internal power; let's see how long he can keep dodging!" Li Muqing's companions scoffed disdainfully.
Seeing Meng Hao only evade his attacks further infuriated Li Muqing. With an angry roar, he unleashed his internal energy, intensifying the force behind his punches like a raging storm aimed at Meng Hao. He had clearly unleashed the first level of Seven Injuries Fist—"Internal Injury Punch," designed to attack an opponent's internal organs and catch them off guard.
Meng Hao's eyes sparkled with intensity as he sensed an invisible force accompanying Li Muqing's punches, attempting to invade his body. But suddenly, a bronze halo erupted from his Heavenly Axe, enveloping his arms in an instant. The halo swirled around him like an impenetrable barrier.
"Bang!"
Li Muqing's fist struck Meng Hao's shield with a solid thud, producing a dull sound. Contrary to the imagined scene of Meng Hao collapsing and spitting blood, it was Li Muqing himself who felt a tremendous backlash, causing his arm to go numb as he staggered back a few steps.
The arena fell into complete silence, everyone staring wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene before them.
"What... what kind of shield is this?" one disciple stammered.
"He actually blocked Brother Li's Seven Injuries Fist!" another disciple exclaimed in shock.
Li Muqing's face turned ashen. He looked at the faintly glowing bronze halo around Meng Hao's arm, his eyes filled with astonishment and envy. He had never seen such an extraordinary shield that could completely neutralize the inner strength of the Seven Injuries Fist!
"You... you cheated!" Li Muqing roared, charging at Meng Hao once more. He unleashed both fists, the inner strength of the Seven Injuries Fist surging toward Meng Hao like a tidal wave. This time, he used even greater force, determined to crush Meng Hao.
Meng Hao snorted coldly; he knew that Li Muqing was furious. Instead of dodging, he met Li Muqing's attack head-on. The bronze shield on the Heavenly Axe became even more solid, beginning to shimmer with a faint silver light.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The fists and axe clashed, producing a series of dense thuds. Meng Hao's shield stood like an impenetrable wall; no matter how fiercely Li Muqing attacked, it could not be shaken in the slightest. With each collision, Li Muqing was pushed back by a powerful recoil, his complexion growing paler and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Just as Li Muqing's assault began to wane, a gentle surge of inner strength silently flowed from behind Meng Hao and instantly merged into his body. Meng Hao felt a rush of energy filling him up; his previously fatigued body regained its vitality in an instant.
He glanced back and saw Sun Ruoshui standing not far away, winking at him with a sly smile playing on her lips. Her slender fingers moved slightly within her sleeves, clearly channeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through her medical skills to supply Meng Hao with inner strength. Her alluring figure was outlined by the sunlight, accentuating her curves, especially her ample bosom that seemed ready to burst free from her robe, exuding an intoxicating charm. Meng Hao's heart raced suddenly as a flame of desire ignited quietly within him.
With the support of Sun Ruoshui, Meng Hao's offensive became even more ferocious. No longer merely on the defensive, he wielded the Heavenly Axe, creating a whirlwind of sound. Though he did not use the Seven Injuries Fist, each swing of his axe seemed to contain immense power, striking with a force that felt as if it could split the heavens apart.
Li Muqing retreated step by step, not expecting that Meng Hao could not only block his Seven Injuries Fist but also counterattack. Gritting his teeth, he sought for a flaw, but Meng Hao's shield and counterattacks were seamlessly coordinated, leaving him with no openings to exploit.
Ultimately, Li Muqing could no longer hold on. With a cry of despair, he was sent flying by Meng Hao's axe, crashing heavily to the ground. Struggling to rise, he found his internal energy in chaos; a sweet taste filled his throat as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The arena fell into silence once more, everyone staring in shock at the disheveled Li Muqing and the proudly standing Meng Hao. A mere woodcutter had defeated the favored disciple of the Kongtong Sect with nothing but an axe! It was simply unbelievable!
Bai Yunzi watched Meng Hao with a glint of unusual light in his eyes. He realized that Meng Hao's strength far exceeded his expectations and that the Heavenly Axe was no ordinary weapon. A premonition stirred within him; this young man's emergence might bring a tremendous storm to the long-quiet martial world.
Several of Li Muqing's companions hurried forward to help him up, their faces filled with fear and apprehension. They had thought Meng Hao was just a lucky woodcutter, but now they realized he possessed terrifying strength. They exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with malice.
"This kid... must not be left alive!" one of them whispered.
"Exactly. If he grows stronger, he will undoubtedly become a huge obstacle for us!" another agreed.
A conspiracy against Meng Hao began to brew silently. Though the trial had ended, the real struggle was just beginning. Standing in the trial arena, Meng Hao felt an invisible pressure surging from all directions. He knew that from this moment on, he would no longer be an ordinary woodcutter but would be at the center of a whirlpool of power in the martial world. His gaze swept over those disciples who eyed him like hawks, and a sense of vigilance arose within him.
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