"Trash! Is that all?!" A tall, handsome boy stood on the stage, looking at the Dust Valley Sect disciple with disdain.
That was the fifth disciple to be defeated by the Radiant Sun Sect. The last disciple, the chief disciple of the Dust Valley Sect, had been defeated in just three strikes by the boy.
Looking at the arrogant boy standing on the stage, the Dust Valley Sect disciples gritted their teeth angrily.
Elder Cui Long's expression was unsightly as he watched their outer sect disciples, who were too scared to step onto the stage.
"Cui Long, when did your sect become so weak that your disciples can't even last more than five attacks?" Elder Gong De taunted, his voice echoing throughout the arena.
"With such weak disciples, how could you protect the border?" His voice rose another octave.
"Gong De..." Elder Cui Long was furious. He pointed at him, veins protruding on his forehead.
"What?! Did I lie? With such trash disciples, how could you possibly defend the border from the vengeful spirits?"
Elder Gong De did not back down and met Elder Cui Long's piercing gaze.
Instantly, a strong tension filled the air. All the disciples held their breath, while the Radiant Sun Sect disciples sneered in disdain.
"You've only defeated the outer disciples. Don't get too complacent," Elder Cui Long said slowly, taking a deep breath to control his rising fury.
When Elder Gong De saw him suppressing his emotions, he frowned for a moment before his expression turned disdainful.
"Hahaha! I've been itching to fight an inner disciple. Who will be my first opponent?" the handsome boy shouted boldly.
Although he was only at Mortal Rank-6, he showed no fear of facing an inner disciple at Mortal Rank-7 or above.
The blatant disrespect irked the Dust Valley Sect disciples, and a girl jumped down from her seat.
"I will be your opponent. Let me teach you how to respect your seniors," she said coldly.
"Senior Sister Yuan Zhi, beat him! Teach him a lesson!" a female voice shouted from the audience.
"Hmph!" The handsome boy scoffed and dashed forward at breathtaking speed.
His speed was on par with a Peak Mortal Rank disciple. Yuan Zhi sneered and unsheathed her thin sword.
She swung her sword in an arc, and a blinding light cut through the air. Before the boy could react, the sword light was already in front of him.
Swiftly, he cast his defensive technique and managed to deflect the attack while retreating several steps.
He was about to taunt the Dust Valley Sect disciples when a powerful kick suddenly appeared before his face.
He was sent flying out of the stage, his teeth scattering through the air.
"Pathetic." Yuan Zhi scoffed in disdain.
"Next. Don't tell me you're all chickening out." She turned to the Radiant Sun Sect disciples and taunted.
"Nonsense!" a girl shouted and jumped onto the stage. "What gives you the right to act arrogant when you only defeated one of our outer disciples?"
"Will you fight or not?" Yuan Zhi asked impatiently.
Quickly, the battle began between the two girls. Both were at Mortal Rank-7, and they exchanged hundreds of attacks in mere moments.
Finally, Yuan Zhi found an opening and struck with a powerful palm strike, hitting her opponent's chest and sending her flying.
After defeating the second disciple, the Dust Valley Sect disciples grinned and looked at the Radiant Sun Sect disciples with disdain.
"So they're nothing but trash!"
"Tsk! Paper tigers..."
Listening to the ridicule, Elder Gong De frowned and looked at his disciples. "Who can defeat her?" he asked in a low voice.
"Let me go..." A boy stood up slowly and walked toward the stage.
Watching his back, a rare smile appeared on Elder Gong De's face.
On the stage, the boy looked at Yuan Zhi with an expressionless gaze and said casually, "I don't want to fight you. Leave and recover your strength."
"Shut up and fight!" Yuan Zhi snapped and launched a barrage of sword attacks.
Instantly, the boy disappeared from his spot at a breathtaking speed—too fast for normal eyes to follow.
In the blink of an eye, a series of punches echoed across the stage, and Yuan Zhi was sent flying out of the arena. She crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from her major orifices.
On the stage, the boy stood composed, as if he had never moved at all.
"Ha! With Senior Brother Wan Ming here, they can forget about winning."
A bright smile appeared on the Radiant Sun Sect disciples' faces, their confidence soaring.
Wan Ming stood confidently on the stage, his gaze shifting toward the Dust Valley Sect's inner disciples.
The message was clear.
Without hesitation, a boy jumped onto the stage, wielding a wide blade.
"Take my blade!" he shouted and attacked, swinging his weapon with force.
Wan Ming vanished from his spot and reappeared before the boy, delivering a barrage of punches.
The boy didn't even last a second before being sent flying off the stage.
With the boy down, Wan Ming raised his head again, and another disciple jumped up.
Like the previous one, this disciple didn't last a second against Wan Ming's extreme speed.
Wan Ming defeated five inner disciples in less than five minutes without breaking a sweat.
The fight couldn't even be called a battle—it was pure domination.
"This is insane! How could anyone fight against such speed?"
"Yeah... Without enough strength, defeating him would be impossible."
"What should we do? We can't allow this to continue..."
All the inner disciples looked at one another, their faces filled with panic. Yet, none of them dared to step onto the stage.
Elder Cui Long was furious, ashamed by the inner disciples' spinelessness.
'What if the opponent is strong? Does that mean you should cower?' He wanted to shout but controlled his impulse.
"Are you sending another disciple or not?" Elder Gong De asked with disdain.
They had always looked down on the Dust Valley Sect, and this proved their beliefs.
"What is going on here?"
Just then, a voice cut through the thick, tense atmosphere.