The sect competition had begun.
At the plaza of White Cloud Sect, a stage was surrounded by many disciples, from regular to core disciples. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the start of the competition.
"I wonder who will win the championship this time?"
"I think it will be Senior Brother Feng Xiaoyao!"
"Senior Brother Feng? His strength is indeed incredible. It's said that he's close to the Martial Spirit realm, and even some of the outer sect elders are no match for him."
"True, but I think Senior Sister Leng Ningshuang is more promising. She once fought a Martial Spirit expert to a standstill!"
"That's a good point."
"Actually, Senior Brother Zhang Ruocheng also has a good chance."
The crowd discussed enthusiastically.
At this moment, someone noticed something and exclaimed, "Look, who's that?"
In the distance, Ling Feng, dressed in a white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, black hair flowing like a waterfall, slowly approached. His mere appearance immediately drew everyone's attention.
"Wow, that young man is so handsome!"
"Which branch is he from?"
"Graceful like jade, unmatched in the world! Now I finally understand what true beauty is. I declare, he's my new husband!"
"Oh no, I think my heart is fluttering."
"Stop it, don't act so lewd here."
"Don't you know who he is? That's Junior Brother Ling Feng, the one who exposed the cafeteria corruption scandal! He has the Holy Martial Body!"
"What? It's him? No wonder he's so handsome..."
With endless charm, Ling Feng became the center of attention wherever he went.
At this moment, he approached the stage, instantly capturing everyone's focus. He stopped under a large tree, quietly waiting for the competition to begin. Just standing there, he seemed to merge with the surroundings, his hair gently swaying in the breeze, like a painting.
At this moment, everyone finally understood what true… divine beauty meant!
"Junior Brother!"
Suddenly, Gu Linglong ran over and greeted Ling Feng.
Seeing her, Ling Feng smiled slightly, "Hello, Senior Sister."
That smile made many senior sisters' hearts melt.
"Wow, he smiles so sweetly."
"I can't handle this, I really want to play with him."
"Play what?"
"Who is that girl? How dare she get so close to Junior Brother?"
Many female disciples looked at Gu Linglong with a sharp hint of hostility in their eyes.
Gu Linglong suddenly felt a chill down her spine but then lifted her chin proudly, moving even closer to Ling Feng. Looking at the other girls, her eyes showed a hint of smugness, as if she was flaunting her closeness to him.
The crowd gritted their teeth in frustration.
"Junior Brother, how confident are you about this competition?"
"I'll do my best," Ling Feng replied with a gentle smile.
Soon, an elder stepped onto the stage, holding a booklet, and announced, "The sect competition begins. First match: Zhang Ruocheng versus Lu Renjia."
Swoosh!
A figure dressed in white swiftly leaped onto the stage. It was Zhang Ruocheng, whom Ling Feng had met briefly before. His opponent looked disheartened. "I'm up against a core disciple from Divine Sword Peak in the first round? What terrible luck."
Although he jumped onto the stage, he had already lost hope.
The match began, and as expected, Zhang Ruocheng won easily with just two moves.
After stepping down from the stage, he approached Ling Feng and smiled, "Junior Brother, long time no see."
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
"You've only been in White Cloud Sect for a month, yet you're brave enough to participate in the sect competition. I admire your courage," Zhang Ruocheng said with a smile.
He then began introducing various contestants to Ling Feng, as he had a favorable impression of him. Plus, befriending someone with a Holy Martial Body could only be beneficial.
"Next match! Ling Feng versus Jia Sheng!"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Ling Feng.
"Be careful, Junior Brother. Jia Sheng has already reached the fifth level of the Innate Realm and is the fourth disciple of the Great Elder," Zhang Ruocheng warned seriously.
Ling Feng's exposure of the cafeteria scandal had indirectly offended the Great Elder. Jia Sheng, being his disciple, would likely not go easy on him.
Ling Feng nodded slightly, "I understand."
He calmly stepped onto the stage without a trace of fear on his face.
However, many people couldn't help but worry.
"Junior Brother Ling has only been in White Cloud Sect for just over a month. Even if he has the Holy Martial Body, how strong could he be?"
"Exactly, facing Jia Sheng, who is at the fifth level of the Innate Realm, he surely won't stand a chance."
"Waaah, I wanted to look at Junior Brother Ling a little longer, but it seems he's going to lose quickly. I hope there will be a miracle."
On the stage, Jia Sheng, dressed in black with sharp eyebrows, stared coldly at Ling Feng and sneered...
"Martial Saint Body, Ling Feng, huh. I've heard about you. But after only training for a little over a month, there's no way you can beat me. I suggest you surrender now and avoid unnecessary suffering."
"I appreciate your concern, Senior Brother, but I'd still like to give it a try."
"If you insist on asking for a beating, then don't blame me."
Swoosh!
Jia Sheng attacked fiercely, his five fingers spread out, reaching for Ling Feng's face.
The crowd was shocked, especially the female disciples, who were both horrified and furious.
"What? How can he aim for such a beautiful face?"
"That scoundrel, don't hit his face!"
Jia Sheng's eyes glinted with malice. After years of training in the White Cloud Sect, he had never gained much attention, but Ling Feng had instantly become the center of attention the moment he appeared. This made him extremely unhappy.
Isn't it just because of his good looks? Watch me ruin that face and see how much attention you get afterward!
Sensing Jia Sheng's malicious intent, Ling Feng's eyes turned cold. His right hand moved like lightning, grabbing Jia Sheng's wrist as it approached. With a forceful squeeze, a cracking sound echoed, and Jia Sheng's wrist bones shattered.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Jia Sheng let out a piercing scream, his face filled with terror.
How could this be?!
With a cold expression, Ling Feng lifted Jia Sheng by the hand and tossed him off the stage. Jia Sheng landed face-first, utterly humiliated.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
The fifth level of the Innate Realm, defeated just like that?
"Wow, he's incredibly strong!"
"He didn't seem to use any true energy, did he? Just with raw strength, he threw Jia Sheng, a fifth-level Innate cultivator, off the stage. Incredible."
On a distant platform, the White Cloud Sect's leader and several elders were also observing.
Like everyone else, they hadn't expected Ling Feng to have much of a chance. But to their surprise, he delivered such an unexpected performance.
"Such immense strength!"
"Could he have been born with divine strength?"
"With the Martial Saint Body and natural-born strength, this young man's future is limitless!"
The onlookers were growing increasingly excited about Ling Feng's potential.
Some of the other competitors in the sect competition watched Ling Feng with newfound interest.
"Martial Saint Body, Ling Feng? Interesting."
"He might be a formidable opponent!"
"He didn't use true energy, yet his raw strength was enough to defeat a fifth-level Innate cultivator. Looks like there's a dark horse in this competition."
"Let's hope he doesn't disappoint."
After winning the match, Ling Feng jumped down from the stage.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for winning the first round of the sect competition. You are rewarded with 100,000 taels of silver!]
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