One punch calms the storm, no gods in the world

Chapter 128 Attack
Nanjiang provincial capital, Juyun suburbs, Tianbao Mountain.

Tianbao Mountain is over 600 meters above sea level and has beautiful scenery. It has been a famous mountain since the Qianlong period.

Liang Song, a famous poet of the Qianlong Dynasty, once wrote a poem: "When you climb to a high place and look far into the distance, your mind will be broadened and all worldly affairs will be thrown away." He used this to describe the magnificence of Tianbao Mountain.

However, such a famous mountain and tourist attraction was contracted by Tianhong Group five years ago and has not been open to the public at all. On the surface, it was said to be a tourism project, but in fact it served as the gate of the Xuesha Sect.

At this time, under the huge and vigorous construction of the Xuesha Sect, Tianbao Mountain, which originally only had these scattered ancient relics, has changed dramatically.

Behind the top of the mountain, there are many buildings arranged from low to high. Among them are pavilions, ponds and gardens, ancient bell towers, ancient disciple dormitories, training buildings, the main hall of the sect, retreat rooms, elders' residences, sect master's residences and so on.

On the front side of the mountain top, in front of the magnificent mountain gate that is five meters high and built with cylindrical dragon-shaped marble with a diameter of one meter, a large platform of tens of thousands of square meters has been built. The platform slabs are paved with hard blue-white stone to form a huge martial arts field, which can accommodate thousands of people to practice martial arts on this platform.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, the sun had just risen, and about three hundred people were practicing boxing in the martial arts field. They were wearing the same martial arts uniform with a black background and the words "Blood Evil" written in big red paint on the back.

Three hundred people practiced boxing together, but their movements were coordinated, and every breath and shout, punch and kick were carried out with quite powerful momentum.

Ouyang Pojun sat on the throne on the high platform of the martial arts arena, with his disciple Ji Yiwen standing next to him. The sect elder Lu Guangsheng sat behind him with a sword on his waist. The three of them watched the sect disciples perform martial arts together.

Ouyang Pojun watched for a long time and suddenly asked.

"In the Wu Dynasty, almost every powerful ancient martial arts sect would build its own mountain gate dojo on a famous mountain. Yiwen, do you know why?"

Ji Yiwen behind him was stunned. He didn't expect his master to ask such a question. He thought for a while and said.

"It's because famous mountains can show a sect's bearing and strength. The more powerful a sect is, the more powerful the mountain it can occupy. This invisibly demonstrates the strength of the sect."

Hearing this, Ouyang Pojun laughed.

"You are half right. Building a mountain gate on a famous mountain is indeed a symbol of a powerful sect, but there are many other reasons."

Ouyang Pojun looked at the three hundred disciples practicing their punches and kicks below, each of them with awe-inspiring power and great momentum, and spoke.

"The unity, martial arts, and spirit of a sect cannot be cultivated in the secular world."

"They need a closed environment, because only a closed environment can make people more focused on practicing martial arts, and in the process of practicing martial arts together in such a closed environment, they can cultivate a sense of identity with the school and the spirit of a martial artist."

"In the past, sects would build their headquarters on the mountain because there is no place more suitable for martial artists to practice than on the mountain. Here, they are far away from worldly affairs and various temptations. Disciples can practice martial arts wholeheartedly and eat, live and practice with their fellow disciples to increase the friendship between the master and the sect and the cohesion of the sect. In addition, the air on the mountain is fresh and you can see the small mountain at a glance, which can keep you open-minded and eliminate physical and mental fatigue. Therefore, practicing martial arts for one day in the mountains is better than practicing for ten days in the city."

"I see, my disciple has learned the lesson."

After listening to it, Ji Yiwen also felt that it made sense.

Although modern ancient martial arts schools are not short of money, most of them have their headquarters established in martial arts halls in downtown areas or in corporate groups.

Although such a sect is in line with the modern times, it is too worldly-oriented. For its disciples, practicing martial arts is like going to get off work or going home.

Not to mention whether their disciples can maintain a pure heart for practicing martial arts when facing the sects in the city and the many temptations of modern cities (such as bars, food, women, money and power), this model alone makes the disciples treat the sect more like a company, just driven by interests, without much friendship, and they will be afraid before fighting when encountering external enemies, just like the Silver Ring Sect before. If the sect leaders had not promised huge profits, these disciples would not dare to fight.

Compared to other ancient martial arts sects, the Blood Evil Sect has done very well in this regard. Ouyang Pojun followed the example of the ancients and spared no expense in using his connections to establish the Blood Evil Sect's headquarters on a famous historical mountain like Tianbao Mountain. More than half of the sect's inner disciples practice on the mountain all year round and can only go out during rotations.

Such a huge consumption of manpower, material and financial resources ultimately created the powerful strength of the Blood Evil Sect's disciples, as well as a cohesion and sense of sect identity that far surpassed that of modern ancient martial arts sects.

Just like among the 300 inner disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, there are only 100 fully-powered warriors who have just joined the sect a few years ago, and the other 200 warriors are all at the inner training level.

There were as many as twenty deacons and elders who had reached the Hunyuan realm and were responsible for supervising and guiding the disciples in their practice.

Moreover, these inner disciples are not like those of other modern sects, who are rich kids with plenty of time and money. Many of them are ordinary people from not-so-affluent families, or even orphans without parents.

After they passed the assessment, the Xuesha Sect gathered them together, provided them with food, clothing, martial arts training, and wages. Many people felt a sense of belonging to the Xuesha Sect like a big family. The Xuesha Sect was their home to them.

That is why, after the Blood Evil Sect's deputy leader Tan Qiyuan and three extraordinary vassal masters died in battle, these inner disciples remained extremely loyal to their sect. Even when they learned that the South Saint Sect would come for a decisive battle with the Blood Evil Sect today, they did not panic at all and continued to carry out their daily martial arts training under the command of their sect.

Ouyang Pojun drank tea and watched his disciples practice without any worry about the coming of a powerful enemy. After the time reached half past seven, with the sound of footsteps, Ouyang Pojun, who had originally focused his eyes on the disciples below the stage, raised his head and looked towards the mountain gate.

With the sound of footsteps, a group of warriors stepped through the mountain gate of the Blood Evil Sect.

They wore white martial arts uniforms with stand-up collars. They were not loose-fitting but rather slim-fitting. On the front was embroidered one or two soaring dragons with gold thread, and on the back were the words "Southern Saint" embroidered with gold thread covering the entire back.

The leader was a handsome young man with red eyebrows.

He was also wearing a similar martial arts uniform, but the cuffs and edges of the clothes had a layer of gold edges, and the style was more refined and solemn than that of ordinary disciples. In addition, the soaring golden dragon pattern had increased from one to five, circling and flying all over his shirt.

Behind him, there were six warriors. These six people were the extraordinary masters of the original four major sects, Ding Yueying, Zhang Shanfang, Qiu Yunli, Jiang Shugang, Zhu Hongfei, and Sun Guan.

At this time, the six of them also put on the newly designed and produced uniforms of the Nansheng Sect, which were on display for the first time. Depending on their identities within the sect, the number of dragon patterns on their bodies varied.

In addition to these six people, Chang Wei and Ye Feng, who had just become Suti's disciples, were also wearing the Nanshengmen uniform and following the third echelon. However, Ye Feng clenched his fists and looked excited, while Chang Wei had a blank expression and no one knew what she was thinking.

On the other side, as early as when they reached the top of the mountain, at the signal of Ouyang Pojun, the martial arts performance of the disciples had stopped. The three hundred people in the field stopped their fists and feet and turned around at the same time. The huge crowd stared motionlessly at the people from the Nansheng Sect who were approaching, and everyone of them stared with eager eyes.

Suti stopped when he was twenty meters away from the square formation, and everyone behind him also stopped.

The intelligence about their attack on the Blood Demon Sect's headquarters has been reported to the Military Commission.

The Military Commission of Nanjiang Province has also attached great importance to this battle that can determine the strongest ancient martial arts force in the entire Nanjiang Province. The area below Tianbao Mountain has been blocked. The winner of this battle will dominate the ancient martial arts world of Nanjiang Province in the future.

In this battle that determined the fate of the sect, almost all the core members of the Southern Saint Sect came out in full force, a total of 140 people, all of whom were inner disciples and deacons and elders.

Although they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, the members of the Southern Saint Sect were in high spirits and looked energized.

However, the Blood Demon Sect, which had more people and more power, was the opposite. They felt nervous and the disciples standing at the front of the square formation couldn't help swallowing.

The fundamental reason that gave them all these feelings was the person standing in the front.

In one night, he wiped out the two extraordinary forces of Yinhuan Sect and Death Fist Society, defeated six extraordinary masters alone, and wiped out the deputy leader of Blood Evil Sect and three extraordinary warriors seven days ago. He is now regarded as the strongest existence in the ancient martial arts circles of the three southern provinces.

It has been less than half a year since he started practicing martial arts. He is the fourth Buddha in the history of ancient martial arts, the 19-year-old Nansheng Sect Master Su Xiu. Every Blood Demon Sect warrior present knows the information about him, the man who has severely damaged the Blood Demon Sect with his own strength. And it is precisely because they know this information that they have doubts.

It is not about questioning the authenticity of this information that has been confirmed many times, but about questioning the fact that such a person who only appears in history and legends happens to exist in the same era as them, and happens to stand on the opposite side of them.

A strong sense of unreality arose in the hearts of every Blood Demon Sect warrior when they saw this man's true appearance.

They are
Against legends.

At this time, Ouyang Pojun had already walked down from the high platform, followed by Ji Yiwen and Lu Guangsheng. He walked through the crowd, came to the front, and bowed to Su Ti from afar.

"Master Nansheng, I have long heard of your great name."

Su Ti glanced at the other party and spoke.

"Master of the Blood Demon Sect, I have also heard of you for a long time."

Although Ouyang Pojun and Su Ti had fought twice, once by using someone else's knife to kill someone, and once by sending Tan Qiyuan and three extraordinary vassals to surround and kill Su Ti, this was still their first meeting in a formal sense.

Ouyang Pojun looked at the other person's extremely handsome appearance, which seemed both compassionate and ruthless, giving people endless contradictions, yet able to integrate them together, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"He is truly a man of heaven."

Legend has it that warriors who have achieved Buddhahood are all gods who have descended to earth, because mortals simply cannot cultivate to that level.

Ouyang Pojun didn't believe in such stories about gods and ghosts before, but now he believes in them a little.

Since the other party had only practiced martial arts for half a year and yet was able to attain Buddhahood, if he was not a god descending to earth, what other explanation could there be?
Ouyang Pojun sighed.

"Master Nansheng, to be honest, I really don't want to fight with you."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ouyang Pojun actually showed weakness to the enemy in public. Even the many disciples behind him who were determined to live and die with the Blood Evil Sect were trembling in their hearts.

"I don't want to fight you either."

And at this moment, Su Ti said the same thing.

Everyone was stunned, and then they heard Su Ti say lightly.

"I don't like killing people, and I've killed enough people. If you are willing to submit to my Southern Saint Sect, I will forgive you for all the things you did to me in the past."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ouyang Pojun suddenly burst into laughter.

"Master Nansheng, what did you do wrong? I said I don't want to fight you because I don't want you, the fourth Buddha in history, to die in vain on Tianbao Mountain."

"Oh, is it so?"

Ouyang Pojun snorted coldly and was about to say "of course", but before he could finish his words, an invisible aura burst out from Su Ti, making him swallow his words.

Su Ti stared at Ouyang Pojun and others. Just a look was enough to make them silent. At the same time, he raised his hand slightly, and seeing his gesture, the people from Nanshengmen immediately stepped back and gave him enough distance.

At this moment, Ouyang Pojun, Lu Guangsheng and Ji Yiwen, who were caught by his gaze, felt their hearts pounding. They felt like ordinary people being stared at by a tiger in the deep mountains and old forests, and their hearts were trembling wildly.

You have to know what level of masters they are. Not to mention Ji Yiwen, Ouyang Pojun and Lu Guangsheng are both extraordinary warriors at the third level of the soldier level. They have each practiced the extraordinary martial arts of the soldier level to the highest pinnacle and there is no room for improvement.

Ouyang Pojun also knew a little secret. If a soldier could make further progress from level three, he would reach the legendary general level. To reach the general level, one would need general-level skills and the flesh and blood of a general-level monster.

Even the Shen family, who strongly supports them, will not give them these two things.

Because there is a qualitative gap between the soldier level and the general level, the difference in strength between the two is incomparable, it can be said that one is as far apart as heaven and earth.

The Shen family regards the Blood Evil Sect as chess pieces and loyal dogs under their command, so they will never do anything that would result in a disaster.

However, although they are not at the general level, they are already the strongest level three warriors in the soldier level. And what level is the leader of the Nansheng Sect who can pose such a strong threat to them?
Is it soldier level, or is it possible to say.
Thinking of that possibility, Ouyang Pojun rejected it fiercely in his heart. There was no such possibility. It was absolutely impossible for a warrior who was not from a bloodline family to break through that level.

As for the leader of the Southern Saint Sect, although he made rapid breakthroughs and had extraordinary talent, it would be impossible for him to reach the level of a general unless he was from a bloodline family.

The atmosphere on the field dropped to freezing point in an instant with Su Ti's eyes and gestures. Everyone stared at the leader of the Nansheng Sect, knowing that he was going to take action.

However, after Su Ti looked at Ouyang Pojun, Lu Guangsheng and Ji Yiwen for a few seconds, he spoke.

"Tell the people behind you to come out. Even if you and the people behind you were piled together, you still wouldn't be enough for me to fight."

At this moment, after breaking through the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, most of the death calamity in Suti's wisdom eye has dissipated, but there are still some remnants, which means that this battle will not be 100% smooth.

Among the people present, none of them could pose enough threat to him, so there must be masters in the Blood Evil Sect.

And this master is most likely the key person and the mastermind behind the Blood Evil Sect, which has risen in the past ten years and quickly developed to dominate the ancient martial arts world in Nanjiang Province.

Hearing such arrogant words from a person who didn't even take the entire Blood Demon Sect seriously, many disciples and deacons of the Blood Demon Sect dared not say anything, but high-level officials such as Ouyang Pojun and Lu Guangsheng frowned and looked at Su Ti in surprise and suspicion.

How did he know that there was someone behind the Blood Demon Sect? Did the Lin family tell him? But that wasn't right either.

The Blood Demon Sect is an external force of the Shen family and this is done very secretly. The Lin family has just arrived and they probably don’t know about it for a while.

clap clap.

Just then, applause broke out.

Everyone turned to look, and saw a young man about 28 years old, with ordinary appearance except for a pair of sword-like eyebrows, a hooked nose, and a ostentatious and sinister feeling, walking out from behind a stone pillar 20 meters to the side of the center of the two groups of people. He clapped his hands and walked towards Su Ti, Ouyang Pojun and others who were confronting each other in the middle of the field.

The first time Su Ti saw this man, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Almost subconsciously, he instantly understood that his original death was caused by this man.

(End of this chapter)