30: A new challenger.

"Oh? He's still alive? Even after all those boulders crashed down, they didn't crush him to death?"

Zhang Yang heard a sound; it was that Spirit Aperture Realm Ninth Level enemy. Because that Profound Core Realm Martial Artist had borne most of the pressure, this person had actually survived?

Furthermore, when Zhang Yang's saber fell, the earth shook and the mountains trembled, splitting half the barren mountain in two. Countless boulders had fallen, yet they still hadn't managed to kill him?

Zhang Yang took a few steps forward, searched the surroundings, and found him.

He was currently on the verge of death, covered in blood and grime. The nine main meridians in his body were shattered, even his internal Spirit Aperture Realm were dim and lusterless. His entire cultivation was completely ruined, leaving him with only his last breath.

The man's eyes were vacant, staring blankly at the sky as he muttered incessantly and mechanically:

"I'm so foolish, truly..."

He raised his lifeless eyes and murmured:

"I only knew that the Clear Wind Sect Disciples were wealthy, each one a fat sheep... but I didn't know... I didn't know this person's strength was actually so great! Ridiculously strong..."

His voice paused, as if he had returned to that road:

"The four of us brothers followed from afar... along the way... I don't know if he discovered something... but he actually lured us to that remote, desolate mountain wilderness!"

"At that time... we only thought he was ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of the earth... thinking, thinking... perfect! Just right to use thunderous methods... to kill him quickly!..."

A trace of his past ruthlessness entered his tone, only to be immediately overwhelmed by a massive fear:

"Before... we had done this before... under the combined Move of us four brothers... never... we never failed! It was always as easy as reaching out and taking it..."

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, like the last withered leaf in the autumn wind. More blood seeped from his wounds, and his voice became sharp and broken:

"Who could have imagined!! Who could have imagined!!!"

After this shrill cry, he seemed to have exhausted his strength, or perhaps his mind was seized by that terrifying scene.

He froze there, nothing left but heavy panting and uncontrollable shivering.

After a long while, that sleepwalking-like voice quietly rose again:

"I'm so foolish, truly..."

This person seemed to have had his mind broken by Zhang Yang's Move; he kept repeating this section.

"So they were just Bandit Cultivators who had the misfortune of running into me."

Zhang Yang stood to the side and listened for a while, understanding the cause and effect of the situation, then shook his head.

With a wave of his hand, a strand of Saber Qi decapitated the muttering man before him.

Finally, he stopped muttering!

Zhang Yang looked around and hurried back toward the Clear Wind Sect.

Since he had already tested the power of his current strongest Move, all that remained was to Cultivate hard!

Not long after, Zhang Yang returned to the Clear Wind Sect.

Arriving at the Contribution Hall, the people around all looked at Zhang Yang with faces full of envy.

Reaching the fortieth rank on the war dragon ranking made him someone the ordinary Inner Sect Disciples around him looked up to!

Zhang Yang ignored the people around him and went straight to the Mission Posting Area, planning to look around and see if there were any valuable missions.

However, Zhang Yang searched for a long time but found only low-level missions; even if completed, the reward was only around thirty Purple Sun Pills.

Furthermore, the distances were somewhat far; considering the travel time, it wasn't quite worth it.

"It seems I'll have to continue Cultivating in the Jia-rank Meditation Chamber!"

Zhang Yang shook his head; these missions were too time-consuming. Instead of spending time on them, it would be better to Cultivate directly in the Jia-rank Meditation Chamber until the Inner Sect Grand Competition began.

After all, the concentration of heaven and earth origin qi in the Jia-rank Meditation Chamber was quite decent!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang turned to leave.

"Zhang Yang! Stop right there!"

Just then, a coarse voice rang out. Zhang Yang looked toward the sound and saw a two-meter-tall burly man walking toward him, his eyes filled with Battle Intent!

"Fierce Savage?"

Seeing this person, Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. He recognized this man as a Disciple from the previous session, whose cultivation had now reached the Spirit Aperture Realm Sixth Level.

Rumor had it that he had also practiced a Medium Grade Profound Rank Body Refining Cultivation Technique. With his immense strength, he could defeat even those two Realms higher than himself!

However, he hadn't comprehended any Concepts.

"It's Fierce Savage! What does he want with Zhang Yang?" The people around were surprised to see him, filled with confusion.

"Hehe, he's probably here to challenge Zhang Yang!" one person said slowly with a cold expression.

"A challenge? I remember Fierce Savage is ranked 50th on the war dragon ranking? He actually dares to challenge Zhang Yang, who is 40th?"

One person looked puzzled; logically speaking, Fierce Savage shouldn't have any chance of winning?

"You don't know? Recently, Fierce Savage practiced that Medium Grade Profound Rank Body Refining Cultivation Technique to Perfection, and his Physical Body evolved once again! That's why he's specifically come to challenge Zhang Yang!"

Someone explained; he was well-informed. The Inner Sect Grand Competition was not far off, and the interior of the Clear Wind Sect was about to become lively!

"Is that so? Does Zhang Yang have a chance of winning then?" someone asked after nodding.

Listening to the discussions around him, Fierce Savage ignored them, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yang as he spoke again: "Zhang Yang! I challenge you!"

Fierce Savage looked at Zhang Yang before him, a flash of confidence in his eyes.

He had been in seclusion for a long time just to push that Body Refining Cultivation Technique to Perfection, and now he had finally succeeded!

Naturally, he had to find someone to test its power!

More importantly, by defeating Zhang Yang, he could ascend to the 40th rank on the war dragon ranking!

With the Inner Sect Grand Competition approaching, as long as he defeated Zhang Yang, he would obtain half a month of Cultivation time in a Yi-rank Meditation Chamber.

Combined with the Purple Sun Pills he had saved up, breaking through to the Spirit Aperture Realm Seventh Level before the Inner Sect Grand Competition shouldn't be a problem!

Then he would have more confidence in securing a rank in the Inner Sect Grand Competition!

As for why he didn't look for someone ranked higher, first, ranks 40 to 30 were all about the same.

And before the top 30 of the war dragon ranking, almost everyone was a Genius who had comprehended a Concept! With the boost from a Concept, his chances of winning were very slim!

To be safe, he naturally had to choose a secure opponent.

Zhang Yang, 40th on the war dragon ranking, happened to be right at the threshold for half a month of monthly time in the Yi-rank Meditation Chamber.

Therefore, Zhang Yang became a soft persimmon in Fierce Savage's eyes.

"A challenge? Do you know the rules?"

Zhang Yang's expression was calm. According to the Clear Wind Sect's rules, one could challenge, but there had to be a gain from it. So, for a typical challenge, both parties would agree on a prize, with the winner taking all.

And this prize was usually Purple Sun Pills.

"How about one hundred Purple Sun Pills?"

Zhang Yang stated a number. He was naturally quite happy to be challenged, as the stakes were set by him, the challenged party.

He just happened to be short on Purple Sun Pills; he hadn't expected someone to hand him a pillow just as he was getting sleepy!

One hundred pills; Zhang Yang wasn't losing out.

"One hundred pills!" Fierce Savage's face changed upon hearing this amount; this was no small sum!

However, Fierce Savage immediately became excited. He knew that the reward for being 40th on the war dragon ranking in the Clear Wind Sect was a full thousand Purple Sun Pills. Calculating the time, Zhang Yang should have at least nine hundred left!

Then, Fierce Savage felt a bit of regret that Zhang Yang only asked for 100 Purple Sun Pills as the stake.

In the Clear Wind Sect, the amount of the stake was generally decided by the person being challenged.

"Fine!"

Fierce Savage nodded. One hundred wasn't a small amount either; currently, his entire net worth was only about one hundred and fifty pills.