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Shen Yifei withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to Chen Qing.

In his eyes, Chen Qing was nothing more than a tiny ant, whom he could easily crush with a single finger.

However, he could never forget the scene of being suppressed by Chen Qing during the small competition of stance training in the outer courtyard.

How could a piece of trash with inferior physical constitution possibly defeat a genius with superior physical constitution?

So he wanted to win back and let everyone know that Chen Qing was nothing more than someone he could easily crush.

There are small-scale stance training competitions in the outer courtyard, and small-scale martial arts competitions in the inner courtyard, to see who is the best fighter.

This match was a close contest between the external strength group and the internal strength group.

The opponents are determined by drawing lots.

In order to face Chen Qing, he specially asked for help from Senior Sister Sun, who was in charge of drawing lots.

The duel between the two had already been arranged in advance.

He will easily destroy Chen Qing during the martial arts competition, and from then on, he will never pay attention to this useless person who is destined to be stuck at the level of external strength for eternity.

It won't be long before he breaks through to the inner strength level.

With his natural talent, there's absolutely no possibility that he'll fail to break through the barrier.

After becoming an internal strength martial artist, he can replenish his qi and blood in a maximum of three months and break through to the Transformation Realm in one fell swoop.

He became the youngest martial arts master in the history of Ningjiang County.

Chen Qing was such an ant that he didn't even deserve a second glance.

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Time flies, and five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Today is the day that the Wujiquan Society is holding a small martial arts competition in its inner courtyard.

The competition will rank all the inner court disciples.

Those who improve their ranking will receive a Qi and Blood Pill as a reward.

Those whose rankings drop will not only receive no rewards, but will also be punished.

Those who make it into the top ten will each receive ten Qi and Blood Pills.

The top three winners will receive even more generous rewards.

The first place winner, in particular, will receive a Qi and Blood Pill, a Treasure Meat, and a Cleansing Dust Pill as a reward.

This Cleansing Pill is a good thing; it can eliminate the impurities and sediment produced in the body when taking Qi and Blood Pills or Treasure Meat.

Whether it's elixirs or precious meat, they will contain impurities to some extent.

Although the body can automatically digest some of it, long-term use will inevitably lead to some impurities settling in the body, causing impurities in the blood and qi, and affecting the probability of breaking through the barrier.

Therefore, martial arts masters usually try to clear impurities from their bodies before breaking through a barrier, in order to increase the probability of success.

Moreover, the purer the Qi and blood, the greater the power the body can unleash.

These Cleansing Pills are expensive, costing nearly a hundred silver dollars each, and are rarely available.

Chen Qing had known about this news for a long time and had been looking forward to this small competition.

With his current strength, taking first place shouldn't be a problem.

He was determined to obtain this Cleansing Elixir.

"Everyone stop, prepare for the martial arts competition."

A loud shout came from the courtyard.

All the inner disciples began to gather in the center, quickly forming a loose circle with an open space in the middle.

Hong Zhenbang, who had not been seen for a long time, was standing in an open space with his hands behind his back.

"Practicing without fighting is the same as not practicing at all. What you practice in your daily routines, like standing in stances and practicing forms, is just dead training. When you encounter trouble outside and a fight breaks out, you're the ones who will suffer."

The boxing club holds a small martial arts competition once a month to give you more real combat experience. The more you fight, the better you'll know where to direct your power. The more you take hits, the better you'll be able to discern the true intentions and weaknesses of your opponents' attacks. That way, you won't be easily defeated in just a few punches and kicks when you're out in the world.

His gaze sharpened, and his tone became more forceful.

"But remember, in sparring among fellow disciples, you must be mindful of your strength. You can go all out, but you are not allowed to hit vital points such as the eyes, throat, back of the head, or groin. If anyone tries to kill you, don't blame me, Hong Zhenbang, for being ruthless."

"Alright, the rules are clear. Let's begin, in the order of the draw."

After Hong Zhenbang finished speaking, he walked to the armchair in front of him and sat down.

Several of his true disciples stood behind him.

Besides Wei Xiong and Lu Hanzhou, there was also a man and a woman.

Even Guo Hong, who often mentors new students at the Foreign Languages ​​Institute, came.

Next to the group was a wooden table with a wooden box on it. A tall female disciple reached into the box, pulled out two slips of paper, unfolded them, and read aloud: "Zhou Yaoting versus Wang Meng."

The two people whose names were called immediately walked from the crowd to the center of the open space and stood facing each other.

Looking at the confident-looking male disciple opposite him, Wang Meng couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

Zhou Yaoting entered the inner courtyard two months earlier than him and ranked 16th among all the outer disciples.

Not only is his Qi and blood stronger than his, but he is also more skilled in Wuji Quan.

He ranked 25th last month, placing him in the lower-middle range among the external martial arts disciples.

I am definitely no match for this senior brother in front of me.

So he decided to just go through the motions with a few casual moves, then concede defeat to conserve his energy and wait for the loser's bracket match later.

"Senior brother, please give me your guidance."

"Junior brother, be careful."

After entering the arena, the two exchanged no words, clasped their fists together, and then flashed towards each other, engaging in a fierce battle.

Among the disciples watching from the periphery, Wu Dayong looked at the two fighting in the arena with a gloating expression.

"Wang Meng is really unlucky. He ran into such a strong opponent right away. He's going to get a beating."

"All they do is hide, they don't even have the courage to make a move, they're really useless."

Liu Jiaxiang, standing to the side, gave a cold smile and commented with a disdainful expression.

The disciples watching the battle mostly wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

There are only a few dozen disciples with external strength in the academy.

Everyone knows each other.

Who doesn't know that Wang Meng and Wang Tianle are in the same circle as that newcomer Chen Qing?

It's no wonder you can't improve if you practice with a complete beginner every day.

Wang Meng couldn't even compete with Zhou Yaoting, who was ranked 16th.

He might not even win against someone ranked lower than him.

Everyone thought Wang Meng was doomed to lose.

But as they looked around, they suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why, after fighting for so long, has Zhou Yaoting not even been able to touch the hem of Wang Meng's clothes?

Wang Meng himself was stunned for a moment. He had originally planned to just deal with a few moves and then admit defeat.

But as the fight went on, he realized something was wrong.

Zhou Yaoting looks quite weak.

The attacks were straightforward, like three-year-olds fighting, without any strategy whatsoever.

I am perfectly capable of handling this level.

Thinking of this, Wang Meng stopped dodging and quickly approached Zhou Yaoting, raising his arm as if to throw a punch.

Zhou Yaoting was startled by the sudden counterattack. He stared intently at Wang Meng's fist and hurriedly bent his arm to block.

Instead of the expected punch, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, followed by a tremendous impact that sent him flying.

"You flatter me, senior brother."

Wang Meng cupped his hands in greeting to Zhou Yaoting, who was sprawled on his back, his face revealing an expression of extreme excitement.

He suddenly realized that it wasn't Zhou Yaoting who had become weaker, but rather that he had become stronger.

Through long-term sparring with high-level opponents like Chen Qing, his combat skills have improved rapidly without him even realizing it, putting him far ahead of the rookies in the inner academy who have not experienced much real combat.

Wang Meng returned to the crowd with a confident expression.

All the external martial arts disciples around him stared at him blankly, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.