บท 10: Information on Jiang Heng

The middle-aged man in black clothes, known as Elder Sun, furrowed his brow and said, "Jiang Wenjing's son? That waste?"

"I've already told you, haven't I? The sect leader's election is approaching, so there's no need to pay attention to his existence. We wouldn't want others to think I lack magnanimity."

The middle-aged man below the steps remained bowing and calmly said, "His recent cultivation progress has been unusually fast, so I thought it necessary to report."

"Just a month ago, Jiang Heng was still being bullied by a miscellaneous disciple."

"Over half a month ago, he was promoted to an outer disciple."

"This afternoon, on the outer disciples' dueling platform, he defeated another disciple with a body refining realm cultivation at the Eighth Level and a perfected-level sword technique, overwhelming him."

"Perfected-level Swift Wind Steps, an unknown fist technique above perfected level, a physique seemingly stronger than the perfected-level Bronze Statue Technique, and a cultivation at the sixth level."

"All of this seems to have been mastered in the past half month."

As he spoke, Elder Sun's face darkened, and a formidable aura emanated from him, casting a terrifying pressure over the entire hall.

"Hehe! It seems that this little bastard has the same terrifying talent as Jiang Wenjing!"

"At first, I was considering ignoring his existence to save face for Elder Wen."

"Now it appears that we can't let this little bastard live either!"

With that, Elder Sun's gaze fell on the middle-aged man, and he said indifferently, "Lei Song, find an opportunity to eliminate him!"

"Remember, do not have any ties to us; I don't want anyone finding evidence against us."

Lei Song, the middle-aged man, nodded and said, "Yes!"

...

The next day at noon,

Jiang Heng allocated all of his newly acquired potential points to his cultivation, causing his vitality and blood to surge once again.

Cultivation: 5523/60000.

After having lunch in the cafeteria, he headed to the dueling arena.

By this time, the dueling arena was crowded with people.

As Jiang Heng strolled towards the arena, someone exclaimed, "It's Jiang Heng! Jiang Heng has arrived!"

The crowd immediately made way, their eyes fixed on Jiang Heng as he walked step by step towards the waiting area next to the dueling stage.

"Junior Disciple Jiang Heng, please wait for a moment. Pu Xingyu will probably be here in about fifteen minutes," said the steward behind the table politely.

Jiang Heng smiled and nodded.

At that moment on the dueling stage, two people were still engaged in a fierce battle, but the audience's attention had shifted away from the stage. Instead, they were discussing Jiang Heng, who was standing quietly to the side, and the impending arrival of Pu Xingyu.

"I heard that Pu Xingyu recently broke through to the Ninth Level of cultivation, and he also has the perfected-level Falling Moon Blade Technique."

"Ninety thousand jin of strength, plus double the burst power, a total of one hundred and eighty thousand jin of explosive force."

"Like Meng Lingshuo, if not for his recent rise in the past year, he would definitely be among the top fifty in the sect competition, or even have a chance at the top ten."

"Jiang Heng is equally formidable, with a robust physique, perfected-level Swift Wind Steps, at least perfected-level martial arts, and in terms of talent in martial techniques, he's among the best in the entire sect!"

"Unfortunately, his cultivation level is relatively low, so he probably won't be able to go head-to-head with Pu Xingyu. He'll have to rely on his perfected-level steps and agility to outmaneuver his opponent."

"If he chooses a direct confrontation, he's likely to be defeated by Pu Xingyu, but if he plays to his strengths, his chances of winning are high."

Just then,

"Pu Xingyu is here!"

Someone exclaimed, causing many people to turn their heads. Even the two fighters on the dueling stage momentarily separated, losing their focus on the battle.

In the waiting area, Jiang Heng, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked towards the entrance.

He saw a young man with a long knife on his back, a physique as sturdy as a tyrannosaurus, calmly walking towards them.

His expression was cold, and his long hair, simply tied behind his head, fluttered in the wind. Despite his plain appearance, he exuded a carefree aura.

His gaze swept around, finally settling on Jiang Heng in the waiting area.

Their eyes met.

A formidable battle intent immediately surged between them.

Pu Xingyu leaped into the air.

With a ferocious momentum, like an ancient behemoth, he crossed hundreds of meters in an instant and descended onto the dueling stage.

The ground cracked, and a spiderweb-like pattern of enormous cracks spread in all directions.

"Jiang Heng! Come up!"

"I heard about your recent achievements. Let's have a man-to-man showdown!"

Pu Xingyu's rough voice echoed throughout the arena.

All eyes were on Jiang Heng in the waiting area.

In a corner of the crowd,

Meng Lingshuo's expression was cold as her dress billowed around her.

As a top-tier genius, she had been defeated by two young talents in the past half-month. Now, the impending duel between these two young talents naturally piqued her intense interest.

At that moment.

A burly young man approached her not far from Meng Lingshuo, and his warm and rich voice filled the air.

"Lingshuo, I heard someone bullied you yesterday?"

Meng Lingshuo frowned and turned to look.

Before her stood a young man with flowing robes and shoulder-length hair, his appearance quite plain. He gazed at her with concern.

"Either call me by my full name, or get lost!" Meng Lingshuo replied coldly.

The word 'bullied' had made her, a person full of pride, feel humiliated. Moreover, the fact that the newcomer immediately mentioned her recent defeats only added to her annoyance.

The plain-looking young man's face shifted. He suppressed his anger and said with a slightly distorted expression, "Regardless of how you treat me, I'll continue to protect you! If Jiang Heng bullies you, I'll help you get revenge! This is the declaration of the number one in the outer sect! A mere dueling platform, even if you become the champion, in my eyes, it's just child's play!"

The plain-looking young man sneered, but he didn't notice the murderous look in Meng Lingshuo's eyes.

In the waiting area,

Jiang Heng remained calm. After hearing Pu Xingyu's challenge, he also leaped into the air and landed not far from him.

"I had some expectations for you at first, but now I'm somewhat disappointed," Jiang Heng's calm voice echoed throughout the arena, causing the surrounding onlookers to fall silent. Pu Xingyu's expression darkened.

Jiang Heng's gaze swept over the large broken pieces of rock around Pu Xingyu, which had been shattered by his landing.

"You intentionally damaged the dueling stage to interfere with my footwork, and you used words to provoke me, trying to make me abandon the advantage of my footwork and face you head-on."

"You're older than me, joined the sect before me, and have a higher cultivation level, yet you're still resorting to these petty tricks."

"Your heart is impure. What right do you have to talk about martial dao?!"

As he spoke, Jiang Heng's voice grew deeper and more forceful.

Hearing Jiang Heng's words, the onlookers looked at Pu Xingyu with strange expressions.

They had initially seen him as a rough and straightforward guy with a simple and honest appearance. It was unexpected to discover that he was such a scheming individual.

On the dueling stage, Pu Xingyu's face turned black, and he was about to retort when Jiang Heng continued speaking.

"In that case, let's see if you can handle it!" Jiang Heng declared. "Come on! Let's see who's tougher!"

With those words, his Qi and blood surged within him, enveloping his body like a dragon. His aura rose, and he stomped his foot.

"Boom!"

Rocks shattered beneath his feet, and Jiang Heng's figure shot out like a cannonball.