Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Chapter 362 The Hall Master Election: Bu Jingyun's Arrogance
The next day, the huge training ground was already filled with a large number of disciples from the World Alliance.

A massive granite arena, more than ten feet above the ground, was erected in the center of the arena; it was incredibly hard.

Banners fluttered around the arena, and the black "Tianxia" banner shook in the biting cold wind.

The Tianshan Mountains are extremely high and the temperature is rather cold, but the disciples of the Tianxia Society on this vast field are all full of enthusiasm. They are lined up in neat square formations, and their faces are full of excitement.

At this moment, Xu Qing, dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, slowly appeared on the viewing platform, with the extremely attentive Wen Chou Chou beside him, waving a feather fan and following closely behind.

The disciples all fell silent, and all eyes turned to the viewing platform.

Xu Qing sat firmly on the dragon throne, looking down over the entire training ground.

His three disciples also arrived early and stood on one side of the arena, each with a distinct aura.

Qin Shuang's expression was calm, her eyes were firm, and she was still dressed in simple clothes.

Bu Jingyun crossed his arms, his eyes cold, staring at the arena, seemingly oblivious to the competitors around him.

But when his gaze fell on Xu Qing on the viewing platform, a complex emotion appeared in his cold eyes.

What happened yesterday kept him awake all night.

That wasn't a dream, it was real. Xiong Ba really didn't lay a hand on him, and he still wanted to rely on him and treat him as a disciple.

This attitude stirred something within Bu Jingyun.

Nie Feng, dressed in a blue robe, with flowing long hair, a calm expression, and clear eyes, was nodding to a disciple among a group of many competitors.

That was Duan Lang, son of Duan Shuai, the chief swordsman of Nanlin.

He and Nie Feng have been friends since childhood, but he is not valued by the World Society.

To this day, he is still just an ordinary handyman disciple of the World Society.

His eyes were fixed on the ring; this was his chance to show himself.

Duan Lang was confident that his abilities and martial arts were no less than those of Feng Yunshuang and the other two, and he longed to prove that he was stronger.

He had never had the chance before, but now, in the election for the head of the hall, this is his only chance.

He was excited about this for many days and prepared for it for many days.

He has been diligently practicing his family's sword technique, determined to seize the position of hall master in one fell swoop!
Wen Chou Chou swayed her hips as she walked to the front of the stage and loudly announced in a high-pitched, exaggerated voice:

"By order of the gang leader, this arena is set up today for a martial arts contest to select the leaders of the three halls: Tian Shuang, Fei Yun, and Shen Feng."

"The capable should take the place—ah, this is an immense blessing!"

Even the title of Hall Master has already been decided, which clearly shows that this Hall Master election is held for the three disciples.

Even so, many disciples of the World Society still consider themselves extraordinary and believe they can still win and snatch a spot from among the three disciples.

As Wen Chou Chou finished speaking, an enthusiastic shout rang out from below the stage: "Our leader is wise! Long live the World Society!"

"The duel begins now!" Wen Chou Chou announced.

The competition officially began, and one by one, the competitors took to the stage to demonstrate their strength to the best of their ability.

The competitions involving various martial arts skills and weapons were incredibly lively.

But such a contest naturally failed to pique Xu Qing's interest.

Finally, it was Qin Shuang's turn to go on stage. He first bowed to Xu Qing on the viewing platform, then stood with his hands behind his back and raised one hand slightly: "Please!"

Their opponents were all strong individuals of the same age who had emerged from competitions among their branch headquarters in various regions. Even when facing Qin Shuang, they could not possibly back down or show any fear.

However, when facing Qin Shuang, who had mastered the fully improved version of the Heavenly Frost Fist, this powerful figure from the branch couldn't even withstand a single punch and was blasted off the stage.

Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng's eyes both flickered, and they could see that Qin Shuang's Heavenly Frost Fist was even more powerful than before.

The same thought arose in their minds: their master had also passed on all the essence of the Heavenly Frost Fist to Qin Shuang.

There was no favoritism; all three were treated fairly.

Qin Shuang stepped down, and shortly after, Bu Jingyun took the stage. He stood proudly, exuding arrogance.

"One of you isn't enough, bring a few more at once!"

At this moment, Bu Jingyun's opponent also felt a surge of anger. He shouted, "Don't look down on me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his leg and shot out. He swung his arms and palms, and his true energy exploded, creating black palm wind.

"A mere trick!" Bu Jingyun sneered, his figure motionless, but he simply raised his hand and pushed forward, unleashing a terrifying palm force.

The opponent flew off the stage like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood and fainting.

He was arrogant and ruthless, and could severely injure his opponents with a single move.

If it weren't for the rule against killing, Bu Jingyun's palm strike would have taken the opponent's life.

Then, Bu Jingyun did not step down from the stage, but stood on it, looking at the disciples who had previously won, and pointed with his finger:
"You! You! You! And you! All of you, come at me together!"

Everyone pointed at by Bu Jingyun was furious, but dared not move rashly. Instead, they turned their gazes toward Xu Qing on the viewing platform.

They were ordinary disciples, not as high-ranking as Bu Jingyun, and could not break the rules at will.

Even though he was angered by Bu Jingyun, he still needed Xu Qing's permission to go on stage.

Xu Qing slowly said, "Anyone who wants to take on the challenge may come up on stage together."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four originally victorious contestants, named by Bu Jingyun, leaped onto the stage.

Not only that, but many more disciples who couldn't stand Bu Jingyun's arrogant attitude also went up on stage.

Of course, some of them also wanted to take this opportunity to defeat Bu Jingyun and disqualify him from the election.

This is absolutely a fantastic opportunity!

In an instant, more than a dozen competitors stepped onto the huge arena and surrounded Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun showed no emotion whatsoever; he remained cold, a chilling smile playing on his lips, and said, "You scum, come at me all at once!"

Enraged, everyone unleashed their swords and spears, their inner energy rumbling so loudly it nearly shook the arena, as they swarmed forward to besiege Bu Jingyun.

"Bu Jingyun, you asked for this!"

Their faces were contorted with rage as they unleashed their strongest attack.

Bu Jingyun moved, neither dodging nor avoiding, his palms striking out violently like lightning. The palm prints multiplied from one to two, then to three, and finally, in an instant, hundreds of palm strikes were unleashed simultaneously.

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Numerous challengers flew about, but all their attacks were easily dissipated by Bu Jingyun's fierce and domineering palm strikes.

The challenger, coughing up blood, was thrown off the stage, even crashing into a disciple below, the force of which sent the latter flying.

Instant kill!

Bu Jingyun displayed terrifying strength, instantly killing more than ten challengers and even causing serious injuries to those below the stage.

A strange light flashed in Qin Shuang's eyes. His junior brother Yun was as ruthless and domineering as ever.

However, it seems that Master also passed on the complete Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique to Junior Brother Yun.

Nie Feng frowned slightly, somewhat disagreeing with Bu Jingyun's ruthlessness.

However, he also discovered the difference in Bu Jingyun's palm strike, and his martial arts skills improved further.

"What a strong palm force!"

Duan Lang's long hair danced wildly in the air currents generated by the palm strike. His eyes were solemn as he felt a sense of pressure rising in his heart from Bu Jingyun's palm strike.

Bu Jingyun has become stronger!

However, even if Bu Jingyun becomes stronger, he will still not be afraid!

Duan Lang remained confident, believing that his family's "Eclipse Sword Technique" was second to none.

On the viewing platform, Xu Qing nodded slightly. Bu Jingyun truly lived up to his reputation as the most talented of his three disciples.

He mastered the complete and improved version of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm that he was taught in just one night, thus greatly improving his strength!
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(End of this chapter)