147: As long as you can hurt the corner of my clothes, you win
Ning Tairan only then came to his senses; this Junior Martial Uncle was a Prodigy who was comparable to a fifth-rank Divine Warrior even before achieving Divine Martial!
Not only him, but the others who didn't know Qin Jiang's background also looked at him in shock. Only the Third Elder maintained a smile, though it was slightly stiff.
Yuan Shengxiong couldn't help but secretly glance at Qin Jiang.
Hiss~ This Junior Martial Uncle is a bit too much of a Prodigy.
On the plaza, the five Personal Disciples looked at Qin Jiang not with too much shock, but with a sense of incomprehension.
If there was still a chance to catch up, they would be very shocked.
But if they didn't even have the qualifications to catch up, then only confusion remained.
Jiang Yun lowered his head slightly, his eyes filled with thought. Could such a Prodigy exist in this small place?
Indeed, there is always a higher mountain and a more capable person.
He prided himself as a Prodigy, but if this person in front of him was truly as described, what did he count for compared to him?
The Sect Leader of Changshou looked at Qin Jiang, "What does Junior Brother think?"
Although Qin Jiang's strength was formidable, the Vajra Indestructible Body had only just been cultivated, so the Vajra Pill should still have some effect, more or less.
Qin Jiang shook his head slightly, "I don't need the Vajra Pill. Moreover, if I were to make a move, there would be no need for further comparison."
This was true. He had already cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Body to the seventh layer, and was rapidly approaching the eighth layer, which was said to be the Peak of Divine Martial.
It would be strange if he could still improve with some Medicinal Pill at this Realm.
After he finished speaking, Ning Yourong and another Personal Disciple, Shang Xingjin, the grandson of the Second Elder, on the plaza, both showed some indignation, but couldn't refute anything.
After all, it was true.
"Very well, in that case, Junior Brother, please observe the highest standard of the younger generation within the Sect."
Just as he finished speaking, the Sect Leader of Changshou suddenly felt something was off and abruptly remembered that Qin Jiang was apparently not yet twenty.
Compared to him, Qin Jiang was the younger generation.
He smiled, shook his head, and waved his hand towards the plaza, "Begin."
As afternoon approached, the competition had reached its end.
The final battle was Ning Youyi against Jiang Yun.
Above the plaza, within a golden-light-shrouded sphere, the red-haired Jiang Yun held a long-handled battle saber, while Ning Youyi wielded a Coiling Dragon Staff.
Jiang Yun panted slightly, looking at Ning Youyi opposite him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
He hadn't expected that there would be a Prodigy within the Sect who could fight him in his normal state to this point.
However, this was as far as it went.
Subtle crimson flames rose in his eyes. As if sensing a dangerous aura, Ning Youyi held her staff horizontally in front of her with both hands, searching for Jiang Yun's weakness.
She had expected Jiang Yun to be very strong, but she hadn't expected him to be this strong.
One must know that Jiang Yun had cultivated the Vajra Indestructible Body and the Eastern Wood Longevity Body for much less time than her, so his combat experience and Divine Martial Realm should theoretically be inferior to hers.
But in fact, not only was his combat experience extremely rich, but the total amount of Divine Power he unleashed was even greater than hers!
Whoosh—!
Just as she was thinking about how to deal with Jiang Yun, a burst of crimson flames suddenly rose in front of her vision.
The next instant, Jiang Yun's figure had already appeared before her, and his long-handled battle saber chopped down with immense force!
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and Ning Youyi's body was directly sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the golden barrier and slowly sliding down.
Ning Youyi coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, gripping the Coiling Dragon Staff unwillingly, wanting to strike again, but she no longer had the strength.
The golden barrier slowly dissipated, and Jiang Yun cupped his hands slightly, "Thank you for the concession."
Ning Youyi 'hmph'-ed, giving a perfunctory fist-and-palm salute, "You're welcome!"
With that, she turned and left.
The Sect Leader of Changshou rose, a smile on his face, "I announce, the winner is Jiang Yun."
After speaking, he waved his hand casually, and six Vajra Pills fell into the hands of the five Personal Disciples respectively, with Jiang Yun receiving two.
"Thank you, Sect Master!"
"Thank you, Sect Master!"
After receiving the Vajra Pills, Jiang Yun looked at Qin Jiang and knelt on one knee.
"Martial Grand Uncle, please grant me guidance! Jiang Yun is willing to offer these two Vajra Pills!"
As he finished speaking, everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to Qin Jiang.
"Jiang Yun, these are Vajra Pills!" Ning Youyi spoke, her eyes filled with indignation. How could there be such a fool!
Moreover, you defeated me, and then you take the spoils of war to give to someone else. What does that make me?
Not only her, but everyone else also showed puzzled expressions, especially Bai Lingyun, who looked at Jiang Yun as if he were an idiot.
With two Vajra Pills in hand, Jiang Yun might even be able to directly become a fourth-rank Divine Warrior!
At that time, he would be the undisputed Chief Personal Disciple! In the future, he might even take over the Jingang Temple!
Don't you understand the principle of 'one step slow, every step slow'?
Jiang Yun looked at Qin Jiang, his gaze firm, "I'm sure."
Even if he lost, he accepted it. He just wanted to see how far he truly lagged behind a genuine Prodigy!
Qin Jiang smiled, "Why are you so obsessed with strength?"
"Martial Grand Uncle, please grant me guidance!" Jiang Yun's expression was resolute.
Qin Jiang smiled helplessly. The Sect Leader of Changshou, beside him, looked at Qin Jiang, "Hehe, a Prodigy from overseas, a bit arrogant. Why not give him some pointers?"
Seeing the Sect Master personally speak, Qin Jiang couldn't refuse. He nodded and looked at Jiang Yun.
"Your Realm is a third-rank Divine Warrior. How about this, I'll suppress my power to the level of an ordinary second-rank Divine Warrior. You can use all the methods you can, and if you can even damage a corner of my clothes, you win."
Upon hearing this, let alone the several Personal Disciples, even Yuan Shengxiong and Bai Qiuyue, two Temple Master-level experts, couldn't help but gasp.
This Jiang Yun wasn't some common cabbage; he was, after all, the current First Personal Disciple.
It's one thing not to use your full strength, but you want to suppress your strength even lower.
And that's not all; you even said that if he could just damage a corner of your clothes, he would win?
Jiang Yun's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and his eyes even showed some self-doubt.
Am I that weak? To be looked down upon like this?
"Good! Second-rank it is! Then this Disciple will also suppress his power to the second-rank. Martial Grand Uncle, please do not hesitate to enlighten me!"
"Clang!"
His battle saber struck the ground. He looked at Qin Jiang, carrying soaring Battle Intent.
Qin Jiang slowly rose and walked onto the plaza through the air, "Begin."
Jiang Yun frowned slightly, "Martial Grand Uncle, aren't you going to use a battle weapon?"
Qin Jiang shook his head, "No need."
Inhale—!
Jiang Yun took a deep breath, his chest expanded, and his strength began to accumulate.
Whoosh!
His figure suddenly vanished, and the next moment he had already appeared before Qin Jiang, striking down with his saber!
In an instant, immense force erupted from his arms, and a transparent ripple visibly traveled from his shoulders to the saber hilt.
The saber's edge cut through the air, generating scorching flames, and one could even hear the rustling wind!
Boom—!
Accompanied by a loud bang, a layer of dust rose across the entire plaza.
As the dust settled, the scene that appeared made everyone's mouths gape open.
They saw Qin Jiang holding the blade with the five fingers of one hand, preventing Jiang Yun's figure from dropping even an inch!
Jiang Yun's expression was greatly shaken, and he looked at Qin Jiang in disbelief.
That strike just now, combined with that Battle Intent, could be said to be the strongest strike he could unleash at the second-rank level!
But such a strike was actually held by Qin Jiang with one hand?
He hadn't even felt any obstruction, thinking he had struck solid ground!
"Your control over power is too crude."
Qin Jiang's voice rang in his ear, followed by a punch coming towards his lower abdomen.
Rise!
He abruptly pulled back his saber, his figure tracing a circle, and the blade cut towards the incoming fist.
"Buzz~"
A tremor appeared, and a pale air ripple vibrated outwards.
In the momentary stalemate, Qin Jiang withdrew his fist, then struck out again, directly hitting the hilt of the battle saber.
Jiang Yun's expression changed slightly, ignoring the need to suppress his strength, and immediately released his power completely.
Fist met hilt, Jiang Yun only felt a strange vibrational force coming from the saber hilt, his arms immediately went soft, and he could no longer resist.
Qin Jiang withdrew his fist, then struck out again. Jiang Yun's gaze followed it down, watching helplessly as Qin Jiang's fist landed on his lower abdomen.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Jiang Yun's body spun rapidly in mid-air, then fell to the ground.
"Cough! Cough!"
He coughed twice, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze was fixed on Qin Jiang, filled with incomprehension.
What on earth was going on!
He clearly didn't have much power, yet he was completely defeated with just three punches!
"No need to suppress your power anymore. I know your Bloodline is very special and can allow you to unleash even stronger strength."
Qin Jiang smiled and walked towards Jiang Yun, slightly opening his arms, "Come, use all your strength and defeat me."