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The crowd watching looked at Chen Li with disdain and contempt.
To them, although Chen Li was handsome, he exuded a weak and scholarly aura, frail and delicate compared to the robust cultivators around him. Moreover, standing on the Training Platform, he radiated the presence of someone at the Innate Realm!
Such strength, while not the weakest among them, certainly did not mark him as a strong contender. In an instant, those who had been hesitant were now energized, rushing toward the Registration Office, eager not to fall behind.
Chen Li scanned the eager faces of the students below, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. It was all about money!
"Chen Li, don’t blame me for taking advantage of you; it’s your own fault for being foolish enough to come here and offer us money!"
Among the crowd, a burly young man stepped forward, looking at Chen Li with a smug expression. This young man was Zhao Qianhu, the son of a First-Rank Flame Tiger Marquis. During his Bloodline Awakening test, he had awakened a Sixth-Rank Ancestral Guardian Spirit, making him a rare talent in the cultivation world.
Chen Li recognized him instantly; a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but his face remained adorned with an innocent smile.
"Zhao Young Master, have you placed your bets?"
Chen Li's question sparked anticipation and excitement in Zhao Qianhu, leaving him puzzled by this unusual demeanor.
"What do you mean by that?" Zhao Qianhu frowned, unsure of what Chen Li was getting at.
But Chen Li responded with a non sequitur: "So, Zhao Young Master, you’re sure you won’t back out?"
He smiled at himself, his tone laced with an inexplicable mix of expectation and tension. It seemed he viewed Zhao Qianhu as easy prey!
Zhao Qianhu's anger flared; did Chen Li really think of himself as a lamb waiting for slaughter? With a cold snort and no further words wasted, he propelled himself forward like a cannonball aimed straight at Chen Li.
"Thunderous Fist of Ten Thousand Strikes!"
Zhao Qianhu roared as his right fist surged with eight Vital Energies, crashing toward Chen Li’s face. The Thunderous Fist of Ten Thousand Strikes was a Low-Rank King-Level Martial Technique; when mastered fully, it unleashed punches like thunderous roars that could shatter the heavens!
Having trained since childhood, Zhao Qianhu had perfected this technique to an art form. As he threw his punch, explosive sounds echoed through the air as if it were tearing apart space itself.
The surrounding students gasped in shock.
"What incredible power! Is this the might of a Sixth-Rank Ancestral Guardian Spirit?"
"Chen Li is doomed! Even a master at the third level of Innate Realm wouldn’t dare take that punch head-on!"
"Ha! This kid is about to be turned into mush!"
The crowd murmured among themselves, their gazes filled with pity and schadenfreude as they looked at Chen Li.
However, facing Zhao Qianhu's powerful strike, Chen Li stood firm without flinching or dodging; a mocking smirk curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Is that all?"
Chen Li chuckled lightly, the Nine Turns Celestial Dragon Technique rapidly circulating within him. A surge of immense power instantly coursed through his body, as if a slumbering giant dragon was awakening.
"Get lost!"
Chen Li shouted, delivering a punch.
What appeared to be an ordinary strike contained unparalleled terrifying strength, as if it could pierce through the heavens and the earth.
Bang!
With a deafening sound, the two fists collided, and a visible shockwave radiated outward from their center, causing the surrounding crowd's clothes to flap wildly.
Crack!
The sound of bones cracking echoed. Zhao Qianhu's expression changed drastically as he felt an irresistible force surging from Chen Li's fist. His entire arm went numb in an instant, and his body flew backward like a kite with a severed string.
Bang!
Zhao Qianhu crashed heavily onto the ground beneath the Training Platform, creating a large crater and leaving him unable to get up for a while.
Hiss!
The surrounding students gasped in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief as they looked at Chen Li.
One punch!
Just one punch!
Zhao Qianhu, the genius who had awakened the Sixth-Rank Ancestral Guardian Spirit, was defeated by Chen Li with a single blow?
How could this be possible?!
It should be noted that Zhao Qianhu was at the peak of the Innate Realm's third level! Moreover, he had cultivated the low-grade royal technique Thunderous Fist of Ten Thousand Strikes!
Yet despite all this, he was still taken down by Chen Li in an instant?!
What kind of monster is Chen Li?!
Everyone exchanged glances, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
Even the Academy Steward overseeing the match wore a shocked expression. After a long pause, he finally reacted and announced loudly:
"Chen Li wins!"
Upon hearing the announcement, Zhao Qianhu's face shifted between shades of green and white. He struggled to stand up, but having been knocked off the Training Platform and onto the ground, he had no choice but to concede.
Yet deep down, he remained unwilling to accept it and could only roar at Chen Li.
"You scoundrel! How dare you plot against me!"
It must have been that Chen Li took advantage of his carelessness to deliberately knock him off the Training Platform.
However, Chen Li seemed completely unconcerned. With a cheerful smile, he raised his hand towards Zhao Qianhu and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Young Master Zhao."
Zhao Qianhu felt a surge of humiliation rise in his chest. His eyes were bloodshot as he fixed a fierce glare at Chen Li, gritting his teeth and saying, "Don't get too cocky! I won't let you off the hook!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Li's smile only widened. "I'll be waiting for you on the Training Platform, Young Master Zhao. If possible, I hope you can place a bigger bet next time to show your support."
Zhao Qianhu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, ultimately retreating into the crowd with a flushed face. As he backed away, he muttered angrily, "Cunning! Too cunning! Taking advantage of the competition! I shouldn't have been so careless!"
Chen Li paid no mind to Zhao Qianhu's murmurs. He hadn't come here today to settle scores; his goal was to make money!
"Next! Who's up?" Chen Li stood at the Registration Office, scanning the surroundings with a hint of provocation in his gaze. The eager students who had been ready to challenge him now hesitated, retreating with uncertainty flickering in their eyes.
What a joke! If even Zhao Qianhu was taken down in one punch, how could they still be so bold? After all, Zhao Qianhu was considered above average among them.
For a moment, no one wanted to challenge Chen Li without understanding the situation better.
"What's wrong? Is no one left?" Chen Li's expression turned slightly disappointed; he was looking forward to raking in some profits!
Just then, a cool voice emerged from the crowd. "I will challenge you!"
Everyone turned to see a tall and stunning young woman walking gracefully toward the Training Platform. Dressed in a flowing white robe, her long black hair cascaded casually over her shoulders. Her skin was as fair as snow, and her features were exquisite, resembling a celestial being descended from the heavens, evoking an irresistible sense of admiration.
Yet, the coldness on her face made it clear that she was not someone to approach lightly.
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