Plus, with only one day to go, the message center must be full of people, making it a good opportunity to see what he would be up against.
After observing the crowd, Ye Chen realized that, he did not have any real friends in the two years he spent in Sky Cloud Martial School.
He forced a smile. Watching people talking and laughing together, Ye Chen couldn’t help but envy those outer disciples.
Finally arriving in the message center, in front of Ye Chen was a three-hundred-meter squared marble plaza. And at the entrance of the plaza, there was a huge wall standing, on which there was a large piece of paper with black ink writings “The Challenge of Mu Ren Gang” written on it.
Following the crowd, Ye Chen entered the plaza, his ears filled with all sorts of sounds. “The champion of the Mu Ren Gang challenge last year was the number one outer disciple Wu Zongming, I wonder who would win this year?”
“I think that it will still be Wu Zongming, no one knows how much he had improved.”
“That makes sense. But I think the genius outer disciple – Zhang Haoran would win!”
“Zhang Haoran! That thirteen-year-old rare genius who had already reached the Mortal Realm Rank 10!”
“That’s the one! I heard that when he joined the Sky Cloud Martial School at the age of twelve, he had already reached the Mortal Realm Stage 7. And within a year, he had already jumped from rank 7 to rank 10, what an incredible speed!”
One man sneered: “No matter how much of a genius that Zhang Haoran is, he had only reached the Mortal Realm Stage 10. Did you guys forget? Wu Zongming had already reached the same level half a year ago, and right now he is probably just one step away from the Condensing Reality Realm.”
“Haha, ‘one step away’? Didn’t you mean to say that, he had already failed to breakthrough. Otherwise instead of ‘one step away’ it would be, he is a Condensing Reality Realm cultivator.” The person who made the speech had a squared face and thin lips, looking extremely evil.
“How dare you to insult Wu Zongming?” The outer disciple who defended Wu Zongming said angrily.
The guy with the squared face wouldn’t back down, “I know you are a friend of Wu Zongming, but I am not, besides I only have stated the fact. Ask anyone, is what I said false?”
“Hmph, what did you say?”
Out of nowhere, there was a bright voice, then a powerful aura suddenly appeared like a tornado.
Everyone turned towards the new speaker. Just ten steps away was a teenager in blue with a long sword on his back standing there, staring at the people who had unknowingly mocked him.
It was the number one outer disciple – Wu Zongming.
Ye Chen stood to the side observing with interest, as he waited for the drama to unfold.
The square-faced apprentice who just insulted Wu Zongming, frightened by his strong aura stammered, “I…I… Isn’t the thing I said…the truth?”
Wu Zongming smiled cheekily, “You know what kind of people I hate the most? Cowards. Cowards who only will have the balls to say stuff behind people’s back. Now I offer you a chance of redemption: if you could take a punch of mine, I would let everything go. Do you dare?”
One punch! The square-faced apprentice thought. My power level is at Mortal Realm Rank 8, with two ranks between us, taking a punch should not be too bad, a small wound at most, but if I refuse this offer, then I really will be the coward, I will be the butt of people’s joke forever!
“Okay! One punch it is! What’s there to be afraid?”
He arched his back as he lifted his his right arm, his clothing started to whip back and forth even though there was no wind, a clear sign of the man gathering all his Qi to his right arm.
“This is the beginning of the Little Yasha Palm!” Someone, who recognized the movement, couldn’t help but yell it out.
The square-faced apprentice smiled complacently. Little Yasha Palm was a top ranked mortal realm martial art. Normally with his status as an outer disciple, he would never be able to obtain this. But his father was an elder of outer disciples at the Sky Cloud Martial School, So he was able to get any kind of martial arts.
With the Little Yasha Palm, he was confident that he could handle Wu Zongming’s punch, and secretly hoped that with this conflict, he would gain some fame.