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“Shen Mu, didn’t you see me here? Hurry up and get lost.” Cheng Batian stood between the two, his gaze sharp as he spoke rudely.
“Third Brother, I thought you were planning to continue playing the fool on the sidelines. What’s this, are you ready to make a move now?” Shen Mu replied with a somewhat frivolous smile.
“If you have an issue, this Profound-Level Martial Arts is mine now, so don’t even think about it.”
“Haha, sorry. I’m also very interested in Profound-Level Martial Arts, so I won’t let it go.”
“Oh, are you feeling brave again, wanting to test the might of my sword once more?” Cheng Batian glared, his aura fierce, clearly a ruthless character.
“Hmph, Third Brother, don’t get too pleased with yourself. I admit I’m not your match. But this time, Profound-Level Martial Arts isn’t for me; it’s for Brother Yang. So think carefully!” The overwhelming aura made Shen Mu’s expression change, but he showed no signs of backing down, instead bringing up the person behind him.
“Yang Wudi? So it’s him. No wonder you’re so fearless; usually, even if you had a hundred times the courage, you wouldn’t dare act so arrogantly in front of me.” Cheng Batian’s expression slightly changed, which didn’t escape Ren Pingsheng’s notice. It seemed this was a more formidable character, ranking first or second among the Elite Disciples.
“But do you think that just because someone is backing you up, you can ignore me? You’re too full of yourself. Even if it’s that guy Yang Wudi, I happen to want to spar with him. Are you going to leave on your own, or will my sword send you on your way?”
“You… well, I hope you can withstand Brother Yang’s wrath when the time comes.” Seeing that Cheng Batian was about to make a move, Shen Mu’s face turned somewhat ugly; after thinking it over, he reluctantly retreated.
“Hmph, relying on others for power, just a clown!” Cheng Batian glanced at him disdainfully and couldn’t help but spit at Shen Mu’s departing back.
The following Ren Pingsheng couldn’t help but smile at this action. This guy was quite interesting.
“Kid, I’ve already helped you drive him away; hurry up and take out the Profound-Level Martial Arts.”
“No rush; it’s still early today. You stay here. After you defeat me tomorrow, the martial arts will be yours.” Ren Pingsheng pointed to another figure appearing around the corner at the end of the path and turned back into the courtyard with a smile.
“Hey, kid, are you planning to make me work for you all day? Don’t walk away!” Cheng Batian’s face instantly darkened. But Ren Pingsheng ignored him and closed the door behind him to start cultivating.
“That damn guy, just wait; just wait!” He cursed angrily and then turned his fury toward the one plotting for the Profound-Level Martial Arts.
Thus, Cheng Batian became the gatekeeper, firmly standing in front of Ren Pingsheng’s door to fend off those scheming for the Profound-Level Martial Arts, as well as to keep an eye on Ren Pingsheng, preventing him from sneaking away. For the sake of the Profound-Level Martial Arts, he was all in.
Those who knew the news and came to seek the Profound-Level Martial Arts from the Elite Disciple were all sent away by Cheng Batian. As the sun began to set, the day was coming to an end. In the distance, two figures appeared around the corner. One was the person who had left Shen Mu earlier, and the other was a man with disheveled hair and a fierce expression.
"Yang Wudi, I didn't expect you to actually come," Cheng Batian said, his pupils narrowing as he gripped his sword tightly, feeling a bit apprehensive.
"Third Brother Chen, it's been a long time. I'm not interested in fighting you today, so step aside!" Yang Wudi's smile was somewhat sinister, his voice sharp.
"Hmph, this Profound-Level Martial Arts is already mine; don't even think about it."
"Oh, it seems you're not giving up and still want to fight me?"
"Back during the ranking competition, you only won by one move; what’s there to be proud of? This time, I will make sure everyone knows you are no match for me. Your previous victory was just luck," Cheng Batian said, his aura beginning to surge.
"If you want to fight, I'll oblige. You weren't my opponent last time, and you still aren't this time," Yang Wudi's expression darkened as he raised his sword, drawing it in an instant.
A silver Sword Light shot forward in the blink of an eye. Cheng Batian snorted coldly and slashed horizontally with his long sword; the two Sword Lights intertwined for a moment before dissipating simultaneously.
"Kill!" Cheng Batian stepped forward beside Yang Wudi, slashing diagonally with his long sword, exuding a domineering and fierce aura without holding back.
"Break!" Yang Wudi did not dodge or evade; instead, he made a powerful downward slash from upper right to lower left with his long sword. His momentum was even stronger.
With a loud 'bang', the two long swords collided, sending sparks flying. The piercing sound reached Ren Pingsheng, who was meditating inside and could not help but frown.
"It seems Cheng Batian has met his match; it might be that Brother Yang from before," Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and sighed lightly. Given the situation, he could no longer meditate and decided to step outside.
As the dust settled, their figures became clear. Yang Wudi remained completely still while Cheng Batian took a step back, clearly indicating who was superior!
"Hmph, I told you before that you're no match for me. If you want to defeat me, you can forget about it for this lifetime," Yang Wudi said without reservation, a sly smile on his face.
"This time you were indeed more skilled; however, one day I will defeat you. If you want the Profound-Level Martial Arts, go ahead and take it!" Cheng Batian's expression changed repeatedly before he finally admitted defeat reluctantly.
"Heh heh, giving up so soon? What a pity," Ren Pingsheng said as he opened the door and walked out slowly with a hint of regret in his tone.
"Hmph, since I've lost, I naturally have no face to stay here any longer. I advise you to hand over the Profound-Level Martial Arts; that guy's heart is quite sinister."
"Don't worry about that. Our deal continues. You just need to help me deal with those troublemakers." Seeing Cheng Batian hesitating, Ren Pingsheng chuckled, "Rest assured, those you can't handle will be taken care of by me. However, the time for the transaction has changed to three days; by then, the Profound-Level Martial Arts will be yours."
"But Yang Wudi is not easy to deal with. If you can truly defeat him, then this deal will be finalized. I'm just idle anyway, so helping you as a shield for another three days is no problem." Cheng Batian said with a fluctuating expression, deep down not believing that Ren Pingsheng had a chance of winning.
"What are you two whispering about? You must be Ren Pingsheng; hurry up and hand over the Profound-Level Martial Arts." Yang Wudi interrupted their conversation, extending his hand as if it were a matter of course.
"Uh... is this thing yours?"
"Of course not. If it were mine, I wouldn't need to ask you for it."
"Since it's not yours, why should I give it to you? And why are you so brazenly extending your hand?" Ren Pingsheng said with narrowed eyes and a smile. He despised those self-righteous individuals who acted as if everyone owed them something.
"Very well, it seems you're not planning to hand it over; do you want me to take action?" Yang Wudi's face darkened, clearly angry.
"Heh heh, if you can win against me, I'll gladly give you the Profound-Level Martial Arts."
"Haha, very good. To think I would be looked down upon by a newly promoted Elite Disciple." He laughed heartily until tears came out. Shen Mu beside him shared a similar expression.
"Let's see if you can win against me first. Although it's disheartening, you're really not my opponent." Ren Pingsheng gently drew his sword.
"Then let me show you the gap in our strengths so you won't be so ignorant of your own limitations." Yang Wudi's expression turned cold as his long sword was already unsheathed; several Sword Lights surged forth and instantly engulfed Ren Pingsheng.
"Heh heh, your strength can't just be this weak." Yang Wudi's smile was abruptly cut off by Ren Pingsheng. A flash of cold light appeared as several Sword Lights vanished into thin air.
"Very good; I underestimated you." His aura surged as he raised his sword again, a yellowish glow coalescing on the blade—indeed a soil-based sword technique.
"Kill!" The long Sword Light in his hand, several feet long, rushed forward with immense pressure.
"Slash!" Ren Pingsheng flipped his long sword, unleashing a faint golden Sword Light that struck first and collided with the opponent's sword technique. There was no ear-splitting roar; they remained locked in a stalemate. In the end, both Sword Lights neutralized each other and dissipated simultaneously.
Ren Pingsheng's figure flashed as he took the initiative to attack. The sword in his hand thrust forward without any unnecessary movements, its speed reaching an extreme, like a bolt of lightning. In an instant, it was at Yang Wudi's brow.
"Damn it!" Yang Wudi was also taken aback; he did not expect the strength of this newly promoted Elite Disciple to be so formidable. Caught off guard, he found himself at a disadvantage. With a push of his foot, he quickly retreated, trying to evade the strike. At the same time, his hand moved swiftly, raising his long sword in preparation to block.
Ren Pingsheng's speed surpassed his own. The long sword in his hand vibrated and deflected Yang Wudi's blocking sword, suddenly accelerating, with the tip of the sword directly aimed at Yang Wudi's brow.
Ren Pingsheng turned and landed back in place. The events that unfolded in less than ten breaths left everyone dazzled and shocked!
"You've lost, so this Profound-Level Martial Arts is beyond your reach."
"You..." Yang Wudi touched his brow, seeming to have lightly scraped the skin, with a faint trace of blood. He was so enraged that he couldn't find words to say.
"Hmph, consider yourself lucky this time. I hope you have such good luck next time. We're leaving." He said this with an unsightly expression before turning to leave. He was not one to cling stubbornly.
"See? This resolves everything, right? I’ll leave the next two days to you." Ren Pingsheng patted the dazed Cheng Batian on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Ah... okay." Cheng Batian stared blankly as Ren Pingsheng entered the small courtyard before finally coming to his senses.
It was hard for him to believe that Yang Wudi, who had been a thorn in his side for so long, had lost just like that. Although there was an element of underestimating the opponent involved, a loss was still a loss.
Today’s scene felt surreal. This newly promoted Elite Disciple was incredibly strong. At that moment, he realized how ridiculous his previous actions had been.
Even if Yang Wudi hadn't come over, he still wouldn't have obtained the Profound-Level Martial Arts. He did not believe that he was still Ren Pingsheng's match at this point. Therefore, in order to get the Profound-Level Martial Arts, he prepared to obediently stay here for three days as a shield.
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