Chapter 59: Defeat

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“A cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Condensation—has the Mystic Dao Sect run out of people? And with such strength, this is actually the so-called senior brother of the Mystic Dao Sect?” A young man in black strode forward, his expression indifferent, a cold glint flashing now and then in his narrow eyes.

At his words, the disciples of the Mystic Dao Sect erupted in fury. All eyes turned to the young man in black, their faces filled with anger and undisguised hostility.

“If you’ve got the guts, come up to the ring! Spouting nonsense down there—what kind of hero is that?”

“Exactly! Let’s see how arrogant you are after losing to our senior brother!”

One after another, the disciples of the Mystic Dao Sect lashed out in anger, but the young man in black only responded with a mocking smile. With a light tap of his toes, he drifted onto the arena, facing Liuyun on the other side.

In contrast to the outrage of his fellow disciples, Liuyun remained calm, his gaze fixed on the young man in black with not a hint of contempt. The fact that his opponent had seen through his cultivation at a glance spoke volumes.

“It seems you’re held in high regard among your junior brothers. I wonder what expressions they’ll wear when they see you utterly defeated,” the black-clad youth sneered, his demeanor entirely dismissive, as though Liuyun were beneath his notice.

“May I ask your name?” Liuyun showed no anger, instead cupping his fists politely, exuding an air of magnanimity.

“Hmph. Listen well. My name is Jun Xie.” As soon as the words fell, the young man stomped the ground, his form transforming into a streak of black lightning that shot toward Liuyun. In an instant, he was in front of him, his fist crashing down with brutal force.

“What speed!” Liuyun’s pupils contracted, his expression growing grave. The wind from the punch tore through the air, barreling toward his chest with overwhelming force, filling him with immense pressure. Forming a quick seal with his hand, he pushed forward, and countless droplets materialized in the surrounding air, swiftly condensing into a watery barrier.

In the past, Liu Feng had relied on this very technique to reflect his opponent’s attacks completely. Now, Liuyun too deployed it, but with his cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, the power of the water screen far surpassed what Liu Feng had once wielded.

The water screen shimmered under the light, dazzling with seven-colored brilliance.

With a deafening crash, Jun Xie’s powerful fist slammed into the barrier, the impacted spot caving inward.

At that moment, every heart in the Mystic Dao Sect leapt to their throats, all eyes fixed upon Jun Xie’s fist.

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Jun Xie’s fist continued inexorably toward Liuyun’s chest. Yet, when only a centimeter remained, it could advance no further. A collective sigh of relief swept through the disciples of the Mystic Dao Sect.

“So much for your bluster—now you can’t even touch a hair on our senior brother’s head. What a joke!”

“You’re nothing special. With all that arrogance, I really thought you’d amount to something!”

Their jeers rang out from below the stage.

“Senior brother, knock his teeth out! Let them witness the true might of our Mystic Dao Sect!”

While the Mystic Dao Sect disciples were all fired up, the disciples of the Azure Mountain Sect remained calm. Apart from a handful who looked tense, the rest were composed, especially the elders of the Azure Mountain Sect and the youths standing behind them.

It was as if they had absolute confidence in Jun Xie’s victory.

“Elder Xuan, what do you think?” On the pavilion, Qianchuan asked the elder beside him.

“Don’t ask for my opinion—let’s hear yours first,” Elder Xuan Yin replied with a glance.

“This young man named Jun Xie is formidable. He’s already reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation. Liuyun is not his match,” Qianchuan said gravely. “Though I’ve been in seclusion these years, I still keep abreast of news from the other sects, yet I have never heard of such a powerful young disciple in the Azure Mountain Sect.”

“What’s more, I can’t discern the cultivation of the youths standing behind those elders,” Qianchuan added, frowning.

At this, surprise flickered across Elder Xuan Yin’s face. “You’re already at the late Core Formation stage, and you still can’t see through them?”

“Elder, I suspect they possess secret treasures. Even though I’m at the late Core Formation stage, if those treasures were forged by old monsters at the Nascent Soul realm specifically to conceal cultivation, it’s only natural I can’t see through them,” Qianchuan replied.

“Indeed,” Elder Xuan Yin nodded. “It seems the Azure Mountain Sect came prepared this time—and with a purpose.”

“Yes. I fear the Mystic Dao Sect is about to face a calamity,” Qianchuan said, his expression growing somber.

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For a group of disciples of such strength to suddenly emerge from the Azure Mountain Sect, Qianchuan could never believe they had simply been kept hidden until today. To become a sect’s elite requires not only extraordinary talent, but also keen insight and a grasp of the greater picture.

Among the Azure Mountain Sect disciples present, the most eye-catching youths were all at least at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, and the highest, though concealed by secret treasures, Qianchuan suspected had already reached the Foundation Establishment realm.

What kind of power could nurture such outstanding disciples—disciples who attained Foundation Establishment at such a young age? Clearly, this was not a strength that either the Mystic Dao Sect or Azure Mountain Sect could compare with.

“It seems someone harbors ill intentions toward our Mystic Dao Sect,” Qianchuan said worriedly. If there truly was a force orchestrating events behind the Azure Mountain Sect, it must be formidable indeed.

While Qianchuan fretted, on the arena Jun Xie withdrew his fist, ignoring the derisive jeers from the Mystic Dao Sect disciples. With a furious shout, he launched another punch at Liuyun.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body, sweeping outward in a violent gust. His domineering fist, carrying a howling gale, struck once more.

Liuyun’s expression changed drastically. The moment Jun Xie revealed his true strength, he knew he was in grave danger. He tried to retreat, but Jun Xie’s wild fist had already smashed into the watery barrier.

A resounding impact shook the air.

All the force of that peerless punch poured into the water screen. Gritting his teeth, Liuyun let out a furious roar, frantically channeling spiritual power. More droplets condensed from the surrounding air, merging into the barrier, strengthening its defense.

Yet the gulf between their levels made resistance futile. The ferocious fist hammered into the water screen, the impact caving it in. At last, with a thunderous crack, the barrier shattered.

With a savage blow, Jun Xie’s fist crashed into Liuyun’s chest.

Blood spurted from Liuyun’s lips as he was flung from the ring, stumbling back more than a dozen steps before barely regaining his footing, his face pale with terror. Never had he imagined that someone his own age—Jun Xie—could wield such terrifying power.