"Okay, young lady, I won't hit you too hard."

After saying that, he dropped the longsword in his hand and slowly stepped forward to prepare to make a move.

However, Zhao Qingzhu curled her lip:

"You'd better use all your moves, or you won't last a single hit."

After saying that, Zhao Qingzhu also moved. She only needed to take one step forward, and her body lightly leaped up. Then she stretched out a hand and directly slapped the Wudang disciple.

At first, the Wudang disciple didn't think Zhao Qingzhu was that powerful, but when he saw Zhao Qingzhu's attack method, his expression changed immediately.

The fact that Zhao Qingzhu could so casually display such lightness skill proves that she is no ordinary person.

Thinking of this, the Wudang disciple quickly took the situation seriously, forming a palm with one hand and a fist with the other, and attacked Zhao Qingzhu as well.

In that single exchange, Zhao Qingzhu used incredibly unpredictable footwork to dodge the Wudang disciple's attack.

Then, with ease, he circled around to his side and struck the Wudang disciple's chest heavily with his palm.

With a loud bang, the Wudang disciple was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He traveled about four or five meters before crashing heavily to the ground, turning his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, everyone on the flat ground of the entire hilltop was stunned.

No one expected this outcome. Zhao Qingzhu, with just one palm strike, and indeed only one move, or even just one technique, sent the Wudang disciple, who had won seven or eight consecutive matches, flying.

Such a gap in strength and the suspense shocked many people present.

The most shocked person was the Wudang disciple. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Zhao Qingzhu in disbelief.

The moment he gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, he didn't even know what to say. He just stood there, as if this fact was hard for him to accept.

Come to think of it, he had just won so many times in a row, making him the undisputed strongest among the younger generation present.

However, he was easily defeated by a beautiful woman who came on stage.

This would be hard for anyone to accept, but even if it is hard to accept, what can be done?

The facts are right in front of us, so Zhao Qingzhu spoke up without any hesitation:

"How about it? If you're not convinced, you can come and try again."

If it were an ordinary person, they would think they should try again. In particular, many of the people watching the match felt that perhaps the Wudang disciple had been careless and hadn't dodged.

However, some people who truly understood martial arts looked at Zhao Qingzhu with great seriousness, because they could see that the strength Zhao Qingzhu had just displayed was really strong.

It was not something that Wudang disciple could handle, and that Wudang disciple was also very clear in his heart that no matter how careful he was, he absolutely could not deal with that move just now.

As the two approached, Zhao Qingzhu's speed became so fast that the Wudang disciple could not even see her clearly.

If you can't even see other people's moves clearly, let alone dodge them.

Moreover, even if he could see clearly, at that distance, it would be difficult for him to react.

So even if Zhao Qingzhu used that move countless times, there was absolutely no way this Wudang disciple could dodge it even once.

He even felt that even if his master came, it would be almost impossible to escape. The fact that there was such a young yet incredibly powerful woman in the martial arts world was hard for the Wudang disciple to believe.

But he had no idea that he was just one of the top talents among the dozens or even hundreds of young martial artists present at Red Peak Mountain.

However, Zhao Qingzhu is ranked among the top three masters in the entire martial arts world. This ranking among the top three is not just for the younger generation, but for everyone in the entire martial arts world.

Therefore, Zhao Qingzhu's strength is enough to completely overwhelm almost everyone in the martial arts world. Even the number one and number two martial arts masters in the martial arts world might not be able to do anything to Zhao Qingzhu.

Zhao Qingzhu didn't even glance at the Wudang disciple. After injuring him, she calmly turned and walked off the stage.

He seemed uninterested in continuing to expand his influence with these Wudang disciples after stepping down from the platform.

He walked to Zhu Yunwen's side and, under the watchful eyes of many, casually said:

"The martial arts world these days is really getting worse with each generation. If I hadn't held back a fraction of my strength just now, I could have killed him with a single palm strike. It's pathetic. I don't know what he had to be so smug about before."

Upon hearing this, the Wudang disciple on the stage couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

It was such a blow that he found it hard to accept. But what good was it, no matter how hard he tried?

Having been beaten like this, where would he find the reason or the courage to stand up and say anything?