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Now it is the Final of the Third Round, and the competition for the title of True Disciple is nearing its conclusion.
Lu Chen arrived at his Arena and saw that his opponent was a boy around his age, about seventeen or eighteen, thin and somewhat frail.
Upon recognizing the person's appearance, he couldn't help but be surprised. His final opponent turned out to be Kong Hao.
This was the same group that had clashed with Jiang Jie and others at the tavern that night, with Kong Hao being one of their leaders.
Behind Kong Hao stood Yuan Jia, who was backing him up; they had a sworn brother relationship. However, Lu Chen didn't particularly dislike Kong Hao. On the contrary, he found him quite likable, not the type to kick someone when they're down, though he was unfortunately associated with someone like Yuan Jia.
"Lu Chen, I didn't expect it to be you. What a coincidence," Kong Hao said with a slightly desolate tone, as if he had already anticipated the outcome.
That night, Lu Chen hadn't showcased his strength in the tavern nor deliberately released his aura to intimidate others. However, the boldness he displayed when challenging Yuan Jia was steady and confident—something not everyone could achieve.
Lu Chen jumped onto the Arena with a mysterious smile and said, "Brother Kong, there's no need to hold back. Let's give it our all and seek to have no regrets."
"Seek to have no regrets," Kong Hao murmured thoughtfully before slowly opening his eyes. "Brother Lu Chen, I understand now; we both seek to have no regrets."
The phrase "give it our all and seek to have no regrets" held deep meaning. As long as one puts in their full effort and feels no guilt within themselves, even if they lose the match, their Dao Heart would remain intact.
Some people have weak Dao Hearts that can't withstand setbacks; they often become resentful and blame themselves when faced with difficulties. For cultivators, being unable to handle setbacks can lead to disaster.
For instance, in competitions like this one, if someone becomes despondent over winning or losing and falls into despair, that person will soon perish due to their collapsing Dao Heart and die from depression.
If Kong Hao can achieve a state of having no regrets, then even if he loses the finals, it won't affect his Dao Heart. He can continue cultivating, build up his strength over time, and wait for the next opportunity.
"Brother Lu Chen, let's begin. I'm not afraid of you, and I will give it my all; you should too," Kong Hao declared as he made a gesture and gathered his internal energy before swiftly charging forward.
In an instant, Kong Hao was right in front of him. Lu Chen swung his arms and unleashed the Ape Demon Arm technique with the move Ape Demon Grabs the Moon, flipping sideways to evade Flesh. As Kong Hao approached, Lu Chen suddenly scooped from below like a carp leaping out of water.
The Ape Demon Arm struck forcefully upward.
Kong Hao's eyes widened in shock as he quickly sprang back a few steps to evade Lu Chen's Ape Demon Grabs the Moon. Immediately afterward, Kong Hao let out a grunt as True Qi erupted from his Flesh.
Kong Hao jumped high into the air, his fists like iron hammers, delivering a flurry of blows with incredible speed.
This move was a technique from the Qigong Pavilion, known as the Yasha Fist, specifically called “Yasha's Sea Patrol.”
At this moment, Kong Hao resembled a great Yasha suspended in mid-air, his fists striking down rapidly, back and forth, with immense power, akin to the real Yasha's Sea Patrol.
“Exert all your strength and have no regrets.”
Lu Chen adhered to these eight words, feeling a sense of clarity within. Seeing Kong Hao unleash Yasha's Sea Patrol, Flesh stood straight in place, swinging his fists to counter Kong Hao with hammer-like strikes.
Both fighters moved their fists at an astonishing speed, delivering seven or eight punches in a single breath. Indeed, seven or eight punches every breath, their hands became mere shadows, creating a dazzling display for onlookers.
The shadow of the fist is different from Fist Shadow. Fist Shadow refers to Fist Intent, while Fist Intent is about Intentions, connecting Fist Shadow to Intentions. At this point, neither Kong Hao nor Lu Chen had reached that level.
Lu Chen's arms moved up and down like two powerful elephant trunks. Accompanied by the roar of the Ancient Giant Elephant, he struck out, preventing Kong Hao from getting close.
The Ancient Giant Elephant, standing ten zhang tall, was taller than any house. Its trunk could uproot a Cypress Tree, showcasing immense strength.
At this moment, Lu Chen's arms were like two elephant trunks extending outwards to keep Kong Hao at bay, forcing him to remain outside a certain range.
With a powerful strike from his fists and realizing he could not advance, Kong Hao immediately pushed off with his feet and leaped backward, attempting to flip out of the combat zone.
Lu Chen smiled mysteriously and swung his long arms. A rolling Raccoon darted forward as he reached out with his trunk-like arms to grasp the air. In an instant, he caught hold of Kong Hao's ankle and yanked him back as if pulling on a grass target.
Feeling his foot snagged, Kong Hao had yet to react when he was suddenly pulled back by Lu Chen.
Before Kong Hao Flesh could land, he saw Lu Chen swing his arm long and feint a move. Seeing this, Kong Hao pretended to retreat, but Lu Chen countered with a punch.
With a dull thud, Lu Chen's fist struck Kong Hao, the force penetrating deeply into his bones.
Letting out an angry roar and cries of pain, Kong Hao felt cracking sounds from the area where he was hit, fearing that his bones might have been broken.
A loud trumpet-like sound echoed as Lu Chen jumped up to catch Kong Hao, holding him in his arms. Once his feet touched the ground, he gently set Kong Hao down.
"Brother Kong, you lost, but congratulations, you are now a True Disciple."
Kong Hao did not bleed; he was injured internally by Lu Chen's strike, so no blood was visible.
This round was the final competition for the title of True Disciple, and Lu Chen had defeated Kong Hao. He felt no guilt about it, so he had rightfully earned the title of True Disciple.
"Brother Kong, you have no regrets; your Dao Heart remains intact. You are also a victor," Lu Chen said to Kong Hao, who was on the ground.
Although Kong Hao had been defeated by Lu Chen, his Dao Heart was still whole and undamaged, making him a victor in his own right. The reason he lost to Lu Chen today was due to insufficient talent and diligence—both of which could be improved upon. In twenty years, he would be a formidable figure.
Kong Hao moved a few times and managed to stand up without relying on Lu Chen's help. He smiled broadly and then bid farewell to Lu Chen, staggering as he prepared to leave.
As he brushed past Lu Chen, he quietly whispered in his ear, "Brother Lu, be cautious; Brother Yuan Jia is out to get you."
Kong Hao felt conflicted. He secretly revealed Yuan Jia's secret to Lu Chen while still referring to him as Brother Yuan Jia, showing his deep respect for him. At the same time, he couldn't let go of Lu Chen, who was a worthy opponent.
Upon hearing this, Lu Chen thought about how the entire competition was overseen by the higher-ups of the Five Element Sect. No matter how powerful Yuan Jia was, he was still just a disciple; what could he possibly do against him? Therefore, Lu Chen remained unconcerned.
After Kong Hao left, Lu Chen turned to watch him walk away before descending from the Arena alone.
Now that he had become a True Disciple, he stood out among three or four hundred Inner Sect Disciples as a strong contender with a formidable reputation.
Before long, all matches in the Arena had concluded with clear winners and losers; the finals were over.
Forty-eight True Disciples gathered below the stands of the Martial Arts Arena, forming a square formation. Each placed their hands on their waists and stood in an imposing stance, enjoying the envious gazes of thousands of other Five Element Sect members.
Among these forty-eight individuals were some that Lu Chen recognized and some that he did not. Among them was Yuan Jia's figure; he too had become a True Disciple and wore a proud smile on his face.
At that moment, forty-eight servant disciples entered the arena under the guidance of an elder, each carrying two boxes and standing before the Forty-Eight True Inheritance Disciples one by one.
The boxes in their hands were made of sandalwood, one long and large, the other small and round, both exuding a fragrant aroma. The larger box was five fingers wide and three and a half feet long, flat and likely contained swords or similar items.
The smaller box was only the size of a fist, round, with a delicate lock on top, very exquisite and beautiful.
Hearing that one would receive generous gifts from the Supreme Master Taihuang as a True Disciple, it seemed that these two boxes were indeed the gifts. It was exciting to wonder what was inside.
As long as one obtained the title of True Disciple, rewards would follow, unrelated to the judges who had no say in this matter.
At the instruction of the leading elder, forty-eight servant disciples raised their boxes together and presented them to the True Disciple before them.
Lu Chen reached out to take the box, feeling its weight; combined, it must weigh around one to two hundred pounds, definitely weapons or divine artifacts.
The leading elder's voice rang out: "Everyone, you are now True Disciples of the Five Element Sect. This is a generous gift prepared by Supreme Master Taihuang for you—a sword forged from Meteorite, named Iron Treasure Sword. It is incredibly sharp; it can slay gods and cut down ghosts. The other item is an Active Longevity Pill, made from flesh taken from the Supreme Vice Master’s own body. It is active; consuming it will directly enhance your Qigong cultivation and extend your lifespan by five years."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately began to discuss. The gifts prepared by the Supreme Vice Master for this generation of True Disciples were indeed remarkable—a Divine Weapon Iron Sword capable of slaying gods and cutting down ghosts, along with an Active Longevity Pill made from his own flesh that could directly increase Qigong cultivation and extend lifespan by five years. What a generous offering!
The servant disciples' eyes lit up at once; had they known such precious treasures were involved, they would have risked anything just to get a taste.
The Supreme Vice Master of the Five Element Sect was undoubtedly a Void Immortal. His flesh had even surpassed that of an Elysium of Longevity Qi Gong Master; his lifespan could reach one to two hundred years. His flesh, when consumed by others, could also grant an increase in lifespan.
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