In the world of martial arts, there is a vast fantasy world.

Chapter 217 It's just a small sect

Since it's not convenient to go directly to their door, using comparisons among the younger generation as a starting point, or even "passively" showcasing one's strength and background, is a good alternative.

That's why Shen Xing was so arrogant.

The result was much smoother than he had expected; these disciples of the Tianyuan Sect really couldn't withstand any stimulation.

However, this also made him realize the biggest difference between this place and the previous Wu Region and Sacred Lake Region.

The atmosphere of struggle here is not as brutal.

The reason is clear: there is an absolutely powerful force suppressing order.

Perhaps there are other forces more powerful than Tianyuan Sect in other places, but at least at the foot of Tianyuan Sect's mountain, there is indeed a peaceful atmosphere. Even in this huge city that seems to be unmanaged, there is not much bloodshed, and there are no conflicts on the streets.

Looking at how these disciples value their reputation, it really does resemble the atmosphere of the academy's home planet.

"Let's see what kind of people these guys can summon." Shen Xing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Actually, he hadn't figured out exactly what to do, but it was clear that all the good stuff in this place was probably in the hands of the Tianyuan Sect. Hoping to get what he wanted quietly was obviously impossible.

That's why this was seen as a breakthrough point.

The other party arrived even faster than he had anticipated.

It is obviously also in this city.

In just one hour, a young man with a sword in his hands and an air of composure walked over and lightly leaped to the second floor of the restaurant.

I spotted Shen Xing sitting there drinking a little wine.

He looked her up and down, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

At this moment, Shen Xing did not unleash his aura, nor did he deliberately conceal it; those at the third realm were enough to sense his power.

"I am Shao Weihai, the seventy-second true disciple of the Tianyuan Sect!" His voice resonated throughout the entire restaurant.

Countless diners turned their gazes toward them, and even some martial artists on the street stopped in their tracks.

In just a few words, he managed to attract the attention of hundreds of people in a short period of time.

However, Shen Xing continued to sip his wine at a leisurely pace, without even glancing at him.

Instead, a lot of noise came from the surroundings.

"It's actually the seventy-second true disciple! This is a true prodigy!"

"Such a commotion, could it be that they're going to challenge someone?"

"If it's a challenge, just state your ranking; why add the prefix 'Tianyuan Sect'?"

"This is going to be interesting."

"I know this guy. His potential is even higher than his ranking. He became a true disciple ten years ago when he was only twenty-eight years old. He's only thirty-eight this year, but he's already ranked seventy-second."

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Listening to the discussions coming from not far away, Shen Xing already had a general understanding of the situation.

He wasn't surprised that the disciples of the Tianyuan Sect also had a so-called ranking system.

This is actually the same as the ranking on the academy's home planet. In the absence of external danger, ranking is the best way to stimulate the younger generation of geniuses. Even he has the same desire to compete with the world's geniuses. As long as one is young and a martial artist, this kind of competition is unavoidable.

This also explains why he looks so eager to fight.

It's likely not just about getting revenge for his fellow disciples, but also about having that fighting spirit himself.

It's normal that someone with such a reputation for single-handedly suppressing the prodigies of the outer sects would be eager to come looking for them.

Unfortunately, he was the only one with the will to fight.

Shen Xing's calm expression at this moment was not entirely feigned; he genuinely had no fighting spirit.

Entering the third realm at twenty-eight? He's already graduated from the academy's home planet six years ago. If we consider the first year of martial arts, he probably wouldn't even be in the top 100,000 or 1 million. He's over twenty years older than him, but he's nothing special.

If this is how they managed to reach seventy-second place, Shen Xing had already given up hope on the so-called geniuses of the Tianyuan Sect.

His attitude undoubtedly angered the person in front of him.

"You dare to bully my Tianyuan Sect disciples right under our own sect's nose? Do you think my Tianyuan Sect has no one to rely on?" Shao Weihai's tone was already tinged with anger, because he saw the disregard in the other party's eyes.

But Shen Xing sighed softly, raised his eyes, finally looked at him, and said indifferently, "People from small sects like you always like to talk about your sect's name. It's annoying to hear."

"How dare you!" Shao Weihai suddenly drew his sword, its intent surging, and faced Shen Xing directly. "You dare to call my Tianyuan Sect a minor sect? Then I'll have to learn your skills!"

Just from the fact that this person only drew his sword and did not rush over to attack, Shen Xing could tell that the teaching style of Tianyuan Sect was probably the same as that of a prestigious sect, and even quite gentle.

Although the man was angry, he had no intention of killing him. In fact, he restrained himself and first made Shen Xing agree to spar with him.

However, although Shen Xing appreciated this gentleness, unfortunately, the breakthrough he wanted was to start with the reputation of the younger generation.

Then you have to be arrogant.

So, Shen Xing picked up the wine pot and filled his cup to the brim, almost overflowing. Then he raised the cup and said, "If you can make me spill even a single drop of wine, I will admit my inferiority and apologize to your Tianyuan Sect. How about it?"

Not to mention Shao Weihai, even the onlookers around them were all in a state of shock.

This is utter contempt, even an insult!

Whether it's a duel between people of the same realm or a duel between three realms, not a single drop of such a full cup of fine wine is spilled.

Does he consider himself a spirit realm?

After realizing what had happened, Shao Weihai became even more furious.

"How dare you!" He suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards Shen Xing in the blink of an eye, his speed exceeding the speed of sound! Yet he was also silent, covering such a short distance almost in the blink of an eye.

Shen Xing could tell at a glance that this was a top-tier movement technique at the third level of the human realm, and that it had been cultivated to the point of near perfection.

Even some of the surrounding third-realm experts couldn't see the attack in that instant.

Perhaps only Zhengqin and Haoyu, the third-realm disciples who were watching, could discern something from this.

However, before they could even react, they heard the air ripple and a crisp sound rang out. Looking in front of them, they saw that Shao Weihai, who had been as swift as lightning, had his head pinned to the table by Shen Xing's hand. Even though he struggled with all his might, his Yuan energy surging, and his face turning red, he still couldn't break free.

It can't even damage the desktop!

He doesn't look like a powerful expert of the third realm who can destroy hundreds of meters tall buildings with a wave of his hand at all; he looks more like a weak and powerless ordinary person!

This scene left not only the many onlookers stunned, but even Zhengqin and Haoyu were dumbfounded.

They couldn't see what had just happened at all, but this was Senior Brother Shao, who ranked seventy-second among the more than 1,700 true disciples in the sect!

It wasn't until much later that a gasp was heard.

"What happened?"

"What kind of tactic is this?"

"There's no real skill involved; judging from this, it's nothing more than a simple act of suppression!"

"That glass of Chinese wine wasn't spilled at all!"

"Where did this prodigy come from? He's definitely not from the Tianyuan Domain!"

"They have the confidence!"

"The disciples of Tianyuan Sect are all so arrogant, but when they encounter disciples from major sects in other regions, is this how they behave?"

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Hearing the discussions, Shao Weihai's face turned red. He desperately resisted with all his Yuan Power, but he felt an extremely powerful and vast dragon might filling his entire soul, making him weak all over. He couldn't use any of his Yuan Power or even the strength in his body.

They were truly powerless to resist.

Little did he know that this "Dragon Blocking Palm" was a low-grade technique, and Shen Xing had even mastered it to a minor level. Coupled with his own foundational strength far surpassing that of his opponent, such a performance was perfectly normal.

To put it bluntly, this was not a fair match between equals at all.

After taking a sip of the fine wine, Shen Xing stopped pressing the other party and simply grabbed his head, then flung him away: "It's just a small sect. Let alone you, even if you were the number one genius, you wouldn't be worthy of my attention."

"You!" Shao Weihai's eyes were bloodshot, and his breath was surging, but he really didn't dare to rush forward again.

He sensed the immense gap between them.

But what pained him even more than this disparity was the other party's attitude.

They called them "small sects" and completely disregarded their Tianyuan Sect! This utter indifference, even contempt, was something these once proud and arrogant prodigies could hardly bear!

Even Zhengqin was biting her lip tightly, glaring angrily at Shen Xing.

But without strength, no matter what you say, it's all powerless.

Finally, Shao Weihai roared, "I'm only ranked seventy-second. There are many stronger than me in the sect. Don't be so smug!"

"I'm just telling the truth." Shen Xing glanced at him indifferently. "If you're not satisfied, feel free to call someone over."

Although the words were spoken casually and indifferently, they were an unyielding provocation to the Tianyuan Sect disciples in front of them!

"You wait!" Shao Weihai turned around and swiftly crossed over, holding the token in his hand and continuously sending messages.

Seeing this, Zhengqin, who was the calmest person among those present, suddenly shuddered.

Seeing the growing number of people around her, she suddenly realized that things were probably getting out of hand!

Although it started because of them and the cause wasn't really a conflict, things have now gotten out of control and are even affecting the reputation of the entire Tianyuan Sect!

At least in front of so many people, we must not admit that our own prodigy is inferior to the previous prodigy who appeared randomly from outside the realm, or even allow someone to provoke us in front of the mountain gate!

Most importantly, if even if all the true skills are used up, and still no one can defeat them...

Zhengqin's face turned somewhat pale.

No, that's impossible. Not to mention the top disciples, just starting from the tenth place is already a prodigy!

The person in front of me is definitely no more than twenty years old. How could he possibly be invincible?

(End of this chapter)