Fan Ziming: "??"
Wasn't Bai Hao arguing with them? How did he suddenly get dragged into this?
"Come on, let's have a contest today and see if your Falling Sea Sect disciples are more powerful, or our Divine Sea Sect disciples are superior!" The short man got carried away, jumped back a step, firmly planted himself in a horse stance, and pushed his palms forward, instantly gaining momentum.
He's actually only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!
"Little Fatty, you go!"
After finishing his righteous argument, Bai Hao turned around and pushed Fan Ziming up.
"Brother Bai, weren't you going to fight him? Why did you push me out? This guy is a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Fan Ziming exclaimed anxiously.
This short guy is clearly in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, while he, although a rare Foundation Establishment cultivator in the sect, is only in the early Foundation Establishment stage. How can he possibly fight him?
Bai Hao leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You know he's only in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, so why do you still want me to fight him? I'm the senior brother now, so I'll lose face if I lose. You're the second senior brother of our sect, so you won't lose much face even if you lose."
"But……"
"Alright, I'm rooting for you, Second Junior Brother!"
Bai Hao patted Fan Ziming on the shoulder and pushed him away.
Just like that, after being slapped by Bai Hao, Fan Ziming suddenly felt his whole body filled with power. This unprecedented feeling made him want to fight someone right there and then to vent his anger!
What's going on?
Fan Ziming was surprised, but he didn't have time to think about it.
When the short man saw that it wasn't Bai Hao who did it, but instead pushed out a chubby boy, he sneered, "What's wrong? Weren't you quite the talker just now? Why don't you dare to do it yourself now?"
"I am the senior disciple of the sect. What are you, some nobody, that I have no right to deal with you personally? Beat my junior brother first!" Bai Hao said, tilting his head back.
We absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum.
After saying that, he quickly went back behind the table, and if he sensed anything was wrong, he would carry the table and run away.
"Hmph, fine, then I'll deal with you one by one." The short man ignored Bai Hao.
In his view, all the people in the Falling Sea Sect were the same; no matter who they were, he would beat them up first!
He looked Fan Ziming up and down. Early stage of Foundation Establishment, not bad.
He should also be the only Foundation Establishment stage cultivator in the Falling Sea Sect.
"Short, fat guy, it's not too late to admit defeat now. Once the fight starts, fists and kicks don't discriminate," the short man sneered.
Hearing the short man's words, Fan Ziming immediately became furious.
"You can say I'm fat, but you can't say I'm short!"
He hates it most when people say he is short!
Especially since the other person wasn't even taller than him!
With a low roar, coupled with the inexplicable surge of power within him, Fan Ziming's confidence soared, and he charged forward without hesitation!
"Mountain-Splitting Palm!"
Despite his size, Fan Ziming was surprisingly agile. He quickly closed in on the shorter man, his right palm gathering true energy. After a brief pause in mid-air, he slashed down heavily towards the shorter man's chest.
Mountain-Splitting Palm, low-level, a basic martial art of the Falling Sea Sect, can be learned as an entry-level skill and is free.
The strong wind that came at him startled the short man.
Before he could even react, Fan Ziming was already in front of him. The pressure from the Mountain-Splitting Palm was something his small frame couldn't withstand.
The short man gritted his teeth, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and quickly retreated.
But he was a little too late. Fan Ziming's palm grazed his shoulder, causing him to stagger and take several steps back.
"Well done!"
Bai Hao was the first to cheer.
That was such a beautiful strike; it really made him look good.
"Fatty, keep going, beat him up!"
Fan Ziming was also startled by his own palm strike.
He doesn't usually train this well in the sect, so how come he forced a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator into such a sorry state with just one palm strike?
Has I really become stronger?
Thinking of this, Fan Ziming's confidence increased again. With confident strides, he raised his hand and continued to chop at the short man.
"Take another one of my Mountain-Splitting Palms!"
Seeing Fan Ziming being so arrogant, how could the short guy tolerate it?
"I was just careless just now, but don't get too cocky!" The short man's face darkened with anger. He clenched his right fist, which was enveloped in a wisp of pale yellow true energy, and struck out at Fan Ziming's palm.
"I also have martial arts skills, try my Mountain-Shattering Fist!"
With a muffled thud, the clash between the fist and the opponent revealed the difference in strength. The shorter man's fist was no match for Fan Ziming's palm. A cracking sound followed, the sound of bones breaking.
The short man's face turned pale instantly. The Mountain-Shattering Fist was no match for the Mountain-Splitting Palm. He was almost sent flying, and several of his clenched fingers were bent inward to a terrifying degree, a truly shocking sight.
"Ah—!" The short man had never experienced such pain before, and he immediately screamed. He looked up at Fan Ziming, then at his own fingers, and screamed even louder.
"Big brother, are you alright?" The tall man next to him quickly ran over to help him up.
“It hurts so much!”
"Big brother, I'll avenge you!" The tall man's eyes were bloodshot as he rushed forward to avenge the short man.
But the shorter man grabbed him.
"What the hell are you fighting for? Take me back to heal my wounds!" the short man shouted.
"Okay, let's go then." Under everyone's watchful eyes, the tall man hoisted the short man onto his shoulder and ran off.
"..."
"Little Fatty, not bad, you hid it well. You even said you were in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, but you fooled even me." Bai Hao patted Fan Ziming on the shoulder and complained that he wasn't honest enough.
They were supposed to be in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, but they ended up beating someone in the middle stages of Foundation Establishment so badly they were almost unable to take care of themselves.
This must be at least in the late stage of Foundation Establishment?
"Brother Bai, I don't know what happened either. Just now, I suddenly felt like I was full of energy." Fan Ziming was confused himself.
With his strength, he definitely couldn't defeat someone in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.
He had indeed felt full of energy just now, but now that energy was gone, and he even felt a little weak.
"I'll settle this with you when we get back." Bai Hao left Fan Ziming behind, walked up to Jiang Bai, and his face regained its spring-like smile as he said:
"Elder Jiang, as you just saw, those two disciples from the Divine Sea Sect are nothing special compared to our Falling Sea Sect. Yes, the Divine Sea Sect is indeed a first-rate sect. But they are now outdated. Now is the time for our Falling Sea Sect to create new glory. You will definitely not lose out by joining our sect now."
"this……"
Jiang Bai hesitated.
When he saw the two people from the Divine Sea Sect flee in disarray, his resolve began to waver.
"If we join the Fallen Sea Sect, will you treat my children well?" Jiang Bai asked Bai Hao.
"Of course there's no problem. Once we're here, we're family. How could anyone not treat their own family well? Come on in!"
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