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Zhao Tiezhu, who was at the second level of the Body Tempering stage, was tall and muscular, making his punches intimidating.
In contrast, Qin Yi was only at the first level of the Body Tempering stage, malnourished, and small in stature, looking weak and frail. His fists appeared soft and powerless.
“Hmph, you useless trash. Do you think I don’t know about the spirit stones you’ve been hiding?”
“Once you’re dead, those dozen spirit stones will all be mine!”
Not far away, Wang Bapi let out a sinister laugh.
Bang!
A loud noise followed by a series of bone-crushing sounds made everyone’s skin crawl.
A tall figure flew backward and crashed to the ground. It was Zhao Tiezhu! His face was filled with shock as he stared wide-eyed at Qin Yi.
“Im-impossible!”
He was dead! A single punch had killed him instantly! His breath was gone, and his life ended.
“Huh? How can this be?”
Wang Bapi’s eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before him.
Zhao Tiezhu was weak, just a second-level Body Tempering stage, ranking eight hundredth from the bottom in the Qingyang Sect. But Qin Yi was even weaker, ranked dead last since he joined the sect at ten years old, for six straight years.
But now, the weakest Qin Yi had defeated Zhao Tiezhu with one punch, killing him on the spot.
Hiss!
A light appeared on Qin Yi’s identity plaque, changing the ranking from last to the new position. A warm current flowed into his body, his strength continuously growing, almost reaching the second level, but stopping abruptly.
It was the Dark Devour!
It had directly absorbed Zhao Tiezhu’s cultivation, almost allowing Qin Yi to break through to the second level.
“No wonder he’s ranked eight hundredth from the bottom. His cultivation is so weak that it couldn’t even push me up one small level!”
Qin Yi frowned disdainfully.
In the Qingyang Sect, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. Killing someone in a ranking battle is normal and is seen as a symbol of strength.
After Qin Yi killed Zhao Tiezhu with a single punch, the onlookers’ gazes toward him changed instantly. When he walked by, a few people ranked below him retreated in fear of being hit.
“Qin Yi killed Zhao Tiezhu? Impossible!”
“Even if Zhao Tiezhu is trash, he’s still a second-level. How could he be weaker than Qin Yi?”
“He must have been injured, or Qin Yi must have used some underhanded method.”
“That trash must have cheated! I’m going to report it!”
“Yeah, Qin Yi never won before. I saw him being chased by the old gatekeeper’s dog yesterday!”
A group of people pointed at Qin Yi, gossiping and saying all kinds of nasty things.
“Qin Yi, did you hear that? Everyone says you cheated, so the match doesn’t count!”
“Either the result is void, or you fight him again.”
Wang Bapi sneered, pointing at a burly man nearby.
The man stepped forward, rubbing his fists, which crackled like frying beans, his chest muscles twitching.
Wang Yan!
He was Wang Bapi’s nephew, the strongest among the thousand people under Wang Bapi’s control, ranking one thousandth from the bottom in the Qingyang Sect.
Unlike Zhao Tiezhu, who bullied the weak, Wang Yan had killed people before. Before joining the Qingyang Sect, he killed four or five people in his village, escaping the authorities by joining the sect.
“You want me to fight him?” Qin Yi asked.
Wang Bapi smiled, “What, scared?”
“But it’s not up to you. You have to fight, whether you want to or not. Today, you have to…”
“I’ll fight!”
Suddenly, Qin Yi interrupted.
“Good, as long as you…”
“I want to fight ten!”
Before Wang Bapi could finish, Qin Yi shouted loudly.
“What did you say?” Wang Bapi was stunned, thinking he misheard.
“I want to fight ten! I challenge ten people!” Qin Yi shouted again.
One Zhao Tiezhu wasn’t enough for him. He needed at least ten more. With his invincible defense, anyone below the third level of the Body Tempering stage couldn’t hurt him at all.
Whoosh!
The entire crowd was silent.
Hundreds, thousands of people stared blankly at Qin Yi, speechless.
Qin Yi, the weakest in the Qingyang Sect for six years, known as the biggest loser, wanted to challenge Wang Yan and ten others?
He must be crazy!
“Fine, you said it yourself! Challenge ten, right? You, you, and you, come on!”
Wang Bapi was overjoyed, quickly naming ten of his strongest men.
All ten stood in a row, looking fierce and intimidating.
“This trash thinks he’s a genius after killing Zhao Tiezhu by luck.”
“Hmph, when he’s dead, his spirit stones will be mine.”
Wang Bapi sneered.
Each outer disciple received one spirit stone per year. Qin Yi was close to an old man who just died last month, leaving all his stones to Qin Yi.
The storage cabinets of Qingyang Sect’s outer disciples were soul-bound and could only be opened after the owner’s death. Wang Bapi needed Qin Yi dead to get those stones.
The old man, a lifelong outer disciple, must have saved many spirit stones. Maybe even dozens!
Thinking of this, Wang Bapi’s eyes burned with greed as he stared at Qin Yi like a hungry wolf.
“Pervert!”
“Disgusting!”
Qin Yi instinctively covered himself, noticing the strange looks people were giving Wang Bapi.
“You, you…attack! Kill Qin Yi, and you get six months off work!”
Wang Bapi, shaking with rage, shouted hysterically.
Six months off?
Hearing this, the ten on stage got excited. As outer disciples, they did all the dirty, exhausting work, leaving no time to cultivate. Without cultivation, they’d always be outer disciples.
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