The Immortal Clan begins with deductive intelligence.

The sound of metal clanging against metal was deafening on the stage.

Xu Yanfeng's reforged greatsword was quite heavy, and each swing of it created a whooshing sound, but his fighting style was truly incomprehensible.

Despite it being a long weapon, which was clearly stronger with every inch of its length, this kid insisted on engaging in close-quarters combat with Sun Zhi in that small space. Several times, the long hilt of the sword hit his own ribs, making him look clumsy and comical.

"What kind of show is this now?"

Xu Changqing frowned, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his sleeve.

Although Wan Huaiyi looks gloomy, he is a ruthless character when it comes to teaching his disciples. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have taught such a self-limiting fighting style.

At such close range, the advantage of long weapons was completely lost. On the contrary, Sun Zhi's folding fan was agile and unpredictable, grazing Xu Yanfeng's scalp several times.

If Xu Yanfeng hadn't become more shrewd and agile after being beaten up for a month, he would have been modified into a flower knife long ago.

"Hahaha! Chief Xu, it seems your young master hasn't even figured out how to use a weapon!"

On the stands, the Sun family patriarch, who had been somewhat uneasy, was now completely relieved.

He stroked his beard, pointed at Xu Yanfeng on the stage, and laughed so hard that his fat face jiggled.

"Using a long sword like a dagger? If that wins, I'll eat my chair!"

"Exactly, it seems the Xu family really has no one left, sending up a big, dumb guy to embarrass themselves."

"I don't think this kid will be able to kneel down and beg for mercy in ten breaths."

On the stage.

Sun Zhi became more and more confident as the game progressed.

At first, he was a little flustered by Xu Yanfeng's reckless close-quarters tactics, fearing that the big knife would suddenly be swung.

But after a few dozen moves, he realized that this was just a hothead who only knew how to use brute force.

idiot.

"Is this all the Xu family's ability is?"

Sun Zhi ducked to avoid the slightly dull blade, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He figured to himself that although the kid's movements were a bit strange, like an eel that couldn't be caught, if this went on, he would definitely be the first to run out of energy.

He still had that mid-grade first-tier defensive magic disc in his pocket, which he hadn't used yet.

He even felt that using defensive magic artifacts to deal with this kind of hothead who only knew how to use brute force was a complete waste.

If we just wait a little longer, it will be time for his young master to put on a show.

"Kid, don't bother."

Sun Zhi seized an opening, slammed his folding fan shut, and looked at the panting Xu Yanfeng, about to utter a few sarcastic remarks.

"You..."

He had only uttered two words when...

Xu Yanfeng, who had been holding the knife with both hands, suddenly had a glint of light in his eyes.

That naive and simple-minded demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling ferocity.

He suddenly released the knife handle with both hands.

Clang!

Without warning, the heavy machete slipped from his hand and slammed heavily onto the stone slab of the arena.

Sun Zhi was taken aback.

What kind of approach is this?

If you can't win, just throw down your weapons and surrender?

Before he could finish his thought, Xu Yanfeng clenched his right fist, which was originally holding the knife, and thrust his hips forward.

The spiritual power that had been accumulating within him was unleashed in a single, powerful punch.

The fist wasn't covered in any obvious spiritual light, but it faintly exuded an extremely condensed energy.

"not good!"

Sun Zhi's heart skipped a beat. The dullness brought on by years of pampered life made him slow to react, and it was too late for him to reach for the defensive magic disc in his arms.

"Lie down, you bastard!"

Xu Yanfeng roared.

That punch was too fast.

A short, sharp crackling sound even echoed through the air as they approached.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh colliding rang out.

Sun Zhi felt as if a huge rock had hit his chest head-on, and he curled up like a shrimp, his eyes almost bulging out.

Before he could even scream, his feet left the ground and he flew backward.

Finally, he crashed heavily onto the muddy ground outside the ring, rolled twice, and lay still.

The entire room fell silent.

The Sun family patriarch's face, which had been smiling like a chrysanthemum just moments before, froze instantly, his mouth agape for a long time.

The onlookers who had been making a fuss were also dumbfounded.

Is that... all there is to it?

Without even using any magical artifacts, he just delivered a clean and decisive punch?

Xu Changqing, standing below the stage, was also stunned.

That punch looked ordinary, but he clearly felt an extremely special spiritual energy vibration. The technique of exerting that force was definitely not something that the Xu family's rudimentary "Mountain Collapse Force" could produce.

That's a hidden force specifically designed to penetrate the body.

This does not belong to the Xu family.

It was Wan Huaiyi who taught.

Xu Changqing's heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at the Foundation Establishment Elder of the Qinghe Sword Sect who was in charge of the referee.

This happened in full view of everyone.

If Wan Huaiyi is teaching the techniques of the Qinghe Sword Sect, then the Xu family is courting death.

Privately studying the sect's secret methods is punishable by death according to the law.

Xu Changqing held his breath, staring intently at the elder's face.

The elder seemed somewhat surprised, his gaze lingering on Xu Yanfeng for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were pondering something.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Finally, the elder's brow relaxed, and he did not lash out, but simply announced:

"Number 7, B, Xu Yanfeng wins."

Xu Changqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Also.

Wan Huaiyi isn't stupid; he wouldn't be flaunting his sword sect techniques here.

This move, though seemingly ingenious, was probably some kind of unorthodox method he acquired during his travels, or a modified basic move, and did not violate any sect taboos.

Xu Yanfeng on the stage only realized he had won at this moment and picked up the large knife from the ground.

He chuckled at the stunned Sun family members below the stage, reverting to his simple-minded demeanor, completely devoid of the flair he had displayed with that punch just moments before.

"You flatter me, you flatter me!"

Ignoring the Sun family's dark expressions, the young man jumped off the stage with his knife.

As soon as Xu Yanfeng landed, before he could even stand up straight, the head of the Sun family jumped up from the stands, pointed at Xu Changqing, and spat far away.

"Cheating! This is cheating!"

The head of the Sun family's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his beard was trembling.

"Xu Changqing! What kind of evil tricks is your son using? He clearly had a knife in his hand, but he threw it away and used his fists instead, and he beat my Zhi'er up like this! This is intentional assault! This is..."

"Clan Chief Sun."

Xu Changqing interrupted his rant without even lifting his eyelids, and slowly patted the dust off Xu Yanfeng's shoulder.

"The elders have already ruled, and they didn't say it was cheating. How come, is Clan Chief Sun's judgment even better than the Foundation Establishment elders of the Qinghe Sword Sect?"

With this serious accusation leveled against him, the Sun family patriarch swallowed back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

He could only glare at Xu Changqing, flick his sleeves, and lead his men to slink away and lift Sun Zhi, who was still groaning in the mud.

Xu Yanfeng, oblivious to everything, even waved to the backs of the Sun family members.

"Remember to give him some good medicine when you get back, I couldn't stop that punch."