120: Chapter 120 The Fifth Life, The Blazing Sun Illuminates the Martial Path (Sixty-Eight)

"I will fight you!"

Before the words had even faded, a crimson figure darted onto the stage like an arrow from a bowstring.

The newcomer was burly, with broad shoulders and a thick back; his purple tight-fitting martial attire was stretched taut by his muscles, and his bronze skin shimmered with a metallic luster under the scorching sun.

It was none other than the Lieyang Peak Core Disciple, Wang Teng.

The crowd below erupted into an uproar.

"It's Wang Teng! He has reached the late stage of the Stone Skin Realm!"

"Isn't it a bit bullying for a Core Disciple to challenge an Inner Sect Disciple from the Ice and Snow Holy Land?"

"Bullying? Don't forget this is the Lieyang Peak grand ceremony, the home field of the Great Sun Holy Land!"

"Besides, look at Han Bing's stance—isn't he here specifically to challenge our Core Disciples?"

"Sigh, an Inner Sect Disciple fighting a Core Disciple—even if he loses, it's an honorable defeat!"

"There's no other way; since our Inner Sect Disciples didn't step up, we have to let Senior Brother Wang forcefully salvage the situation."

"Don't say that. Senior Brother Liu and the others did their best; these people from the Ice and Snow Holy Land are just picking up scraps!"

Amidst the chatter, Wang Teng stood firm in the center of the stage.

He didn't waste words, merely cupped his fists at Han Bing, and then, the vital energy around his body suddenly erupted.

There were no dazzling elemental lights, no complex hand seal changes.

In an instant, a feeling of pure, extreme power, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening, bore straight down on Han Bing.

This was the path of a body cultivator, the orthodox route of Lieyang Peak.

No reliance on external objects, no reliance on elements, only proving the Dao through flesh and strength.

It appeared plain and unadorned, but in reality, it was powerful, heavy, and unstoppable.

Han Bing's face went pale; he gritted his teeth and summoned the last of his vital energy, thrusting his sword toward Wang Teng accompanied by wisps of icy cold aura.

Wang Teng did not dodge or evade, simply throwing a punch.

"Boom!"

The air was blasted apart by the force of the punch, emitting a deafening explosion.

Wang Teng's fist directly sent the longsword flying, and then, with undiminished momentum, it slammed into Han Bing.

Han Bing was like a person struck by a heavy hammer; he flew backward, landing heavily on the edge of the stage, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

One move.

In just one move, the outcome was decided.

Wang Teng withdrew his fist, looked expressionlessly at the unconscious Han Bing being carried away, and scanned the crowd below: "Who else?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable dominance.

The disciples of the Four Seasons Holy Land and the Ice and Snow Holy Land looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to respond.

Just then, a cold female voice rang out.

"Senior Brother Wang is quite imposing."

The crowd looked toward the source of the sound and saw a woman in a white dress slowly walking out from the Ice and Snow Holy Land's phalanx.

Her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were as beautiful as a painting; it was Zhao Rou from Snow Soul Peak.

Zhao Rou flickered, landing on the stage, her longsword unsheathed, the tip pointing directly at Wang Teng.

"Ice and Snow Holy Land, Zhao Rou."

Wang Teng grinned, revealing white teeth: "Well come!"

Before the words were finished, he charged out again.

It was still a simple, direct straight punch, but it carried a whistling sound that tore through the air.

Zhao Rou's figure was agile, like an elf in the snow, twisting and turning amidst the fist shadows, her longsword dancing into a bright, snowy floral pattern, constantly stabbing at Wang Teng's weak points.

However, Wang Teng's Battle Physique had astonishing defense; Zhao Rou's longsword could only leave a shallow white mark on him.

Conversely, every punch from Wang Teng forced Zhao Rou into dangerous situations.

After thirty rounds, Wang Teng seized an opening and smashed a fist onto the spine of Zhao Rou's sword.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the arena.

Zhao Rou's tiger's mouth was split open, and her longsword flew out of her hand.

Wang Teng's fist stopped three inches in front of her brow, the force of the wind causing her hair to fly.

"I concede."

Zhao Rou's face was pale; she bit her lip and turned to walk off the stage.

Wang Teng had won two consecutive matches, and his momentum was at its peak.

Just as he was preparing to continue the challenge, a petite figure jumped onto the stage.

"Senior Brother Wang, please advise!"

The young girl was dressed in apricot-colored martial attire, her ponytail tied high, her apricot-shaped eyes wide open; it was Princess Xiao Xiao from Luoxia Peak.

She held a pink longsword in her hand, pointing it at Wang Teng, looking unconvinced.

Well, perhaps she felt heartbroken seeing a beauty beaten by this brute, Wang Teng.

After all, she was...

"Princess Xiao Xiao?" Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Junior Sister Xiao, why are you joining in the fun? Besides, you are no match for me; you should go down."

"Hmph, who says I'm no match!" Princess Xiao Xiao's willow-leaf eyebrows arched, "Cut the crap, take this sword!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already lunged with her sword.

The swordsmanship of Luoxia Peak was known for its agility and elegance, and Princess Xiao Xiao's swordsmanship captured its essence perfectly.

The pink sword light looked like falling flower petals, appearing soft and beautiful but actually hiding lethal intent.

Wang Teng did not dare to be careless and focused on responding.

His punching style was rigid and fierce, while Princess Xiao Xiao's sword style was agile; one rigid and one soft, they engaged in a spectacular contest on the stage.

The disciples below watched intently, erupting into bursts of applause from time to time.

Fifty rounds passed, and Princess Xiao Xiao gradually felt overmatched.

Her cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Stone Skin Realm, which was still quite a gap from Wang Teng's late-stage Stone Skin Realm.

After another dozen rounds, Wang Teng seized an opportunity, used one punch to knock Princess Xiao Xiao's longsword aside, and used his other hand to seize her wrist.

"You lost," Wang Teng said with a smile.

"Let go of me!" Princess Xiao Xiao struggled, her cheeks flushed red, "I haven't lost yet! Come again!"

"Alright, stop messing around."

A gentle voice sounded. Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan walked slowly onto the stage, cupping his hands at Wang Teng:

"Brother Wang, my sister is unruly and has offended you. This match, consider it our loss."

Wang Teng let go and smiled: "Senior Brother Xiao is too polite. Junior Sister Xiao's swordsmanship is very impressive; it is just that her cultivation is a step behind."

Princess Xiao Xiao stomped her foot and walked angrily to the side of Chu Shi below the stage.

She poked his shoulder and said: "Hey, hurry up and apologize to me!"

Chu Shi rolled his eyes and said speechlessly:

"What are you doing! Why should I apologize to you? I didn't hit you."

"Hmph! Isn't that Wang Teng your little brother! He bullied me, shouldn't you apologize to me?"

Princess Xiao Xiao was a bit relentless, poking Chu Shi a few more times.

Chu Shi was looking at the stage and didn't want to bother with her, then his mind shifted, and he said casually:

"What little brother, that sounds so ugly! We are like-minded friends. Besides, instead of poking me here, why don't you hurry up and go comfort Zhao Rou, go have some girl-time with her. Isn't that why you went on stage, to stand up for her?"

"W-who, who did that..." Princess Xiao Xiao blushed slightly upon hearing this, then seemed to realize something.

"I have something else to do, I won't talk to you anymore." After she finished speaking, she hurried toward the grandstand where the Ice and Snow Holy Land was located.

Chu Shi rubbed his brow, speechless, then continued to look at the stage.

On the stage, Seventh Prince Xiao Yuan turned around, looked at Wang Teng, and his gaze became sharp:

"Since my sister has lost, then I will ask to learn from Brother Wang's high skills."

"Good! I have long wanted to compete with Brother Xiao." Wang Teng's spirit was lifted, and he immediately agreed.

Afterward, he took out a few medicinal pills to replenish vital energy, swallowed them, and assumed a fighting stance.