Chapter Eleven: The First Disciple of the Outer Gate

  Hoo hoo hoo hoo...

  In a small and tidy courtyard, a figure was practicing boxing with a steady and powerful fist. The strong wind generated by the fierce punching blew up dust on the ground, swirling ceaselessly.

  "Cheers!"

  A set of punches finished, the figure suddenly exerted force, two consecutive punches struck the thick wooden stake, with a crackling sound, the stake could not withstand the destructive power of the punch and broke into two pieces from the middle. The upper half flew out seven or eight meters, disintegrating into fine wood shavings in mid-air.

  "His boxing skills have finally achieved a perfect balance of hardness and softness."

  With only one day left before the Woodman's Alley, Ye Chen didn't slack off at all. He devoted himself to practicing his Diamond Fist skills wholeheartedly. The powerful spiritual force allowed him to clearly feel the power of every inch of his body, and he could freely merge the strength of each part into a single entity, producing an even deeper level of explosive force. This was also the reason why he could cultivate the Diamond Fist to its highest realm.

  "The person who created the Diamond Fist may not have cultivated it to its highest level, which gives me an advantage, but the opponent's self-created martial arts skills have surpassed mine."

  He smiled wryly at his own boring thoughts and walked over to a stone table not far away.

  On a round stone table was placed a white porcelain vase, the mouth of which was sealed with a red wooden stopper. It was a bottle of Lian Ti Gao worth one hundred taels of silver.

  Wow!

  She brushed aside the stopper, turned the bottle upside down, and soon a milky yellow liquid flowed into her palm, filling the air with a faint fragrance.

  He took off his clothes and rubbed the refining cream all over his body with both hands.

  "It hurts so fast." After a few breaths, Ye Chen only felt the scorching hot air slowly seeping into his skin, gradually invading his muscles, blood, and bones, as if ants were crawling inside, a bit itchy, and accompanied by pain.

  Looking down, all I saw was a robust physique with muscles bulging on the surface, shining with oil, like a ferocious leopard, with a streamlined body that exuded explosive power. It's hard to imagine this is the physique of a fourteen-year-old boy. Of course, compared to Xu Jing's seemingly weak and frail body, Ye Chen was at least twice as strong.

  After exercising for a while, Ye Chen put on his clothes, carried the fine steel sword, and walked out of the courtyard gate towards the Announcement Plaza in the west district of Liuyun Sect.

  The announcement square is where the Liuyun Sect releases some major events. The event of tomorrow's opening of the Wooden Man Lane should have been released, after all, many new people are still in a daze and don't know what to pay attention to, just like Ye Chen back then.

  Actually, Yexin didn't need to go out of his way for it, he already knew what he needed to know, and basically there wouldn't be any changes. But now he was different from before, he couldn't just passively live on, everything had to be taken control of, striving to achieve perfection in every detail, sometimes it's the details that decide victory or defeat.

  Besides, on the eve of the Woodman's Lane, the Announcement Square must have gathered many people, and it was a good opportunity to watch the strength of others.

  All along the way, Ye Chen found that in more than two years of coming to Liuyun Sect, there wasn't a single friend who could play openly with him, thinking about it, he really was a failure.

  He let out a wry smile, and Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a little envious of the outer sect disciples who were gathered in groups, chatting and laughing together with such abandon.

  The announcement square has arrived, and as the eyes look around, a large marble square with a width of 100 meters appears in sight, presenting a rectangular shape. In front of the square, a huge wall stands upright, with a giant white paper attached to it, written with five black large characters "Chuangmu Renxiang Competition".

  As people flooded into the square, Ye Chen's ears were filled with all sorts of sounds.

  "Last year's champion of the Chu Mu Ren Xiang competition was Wu Zongming, the first disciple of Wai Men. I wonder who it will be this year?"

  "I'd say it's probably Wu Zongming, who knows how much his strength has improved in the past six months."

  "It makes sense, but I think the first-place outer disciple Zhang Haoran is more promising."

  "Zhang Haoran! He's the 13-year-old prodigy who has reached the tenth level of Qi Refining!"

  "No, I heard that when he joined the Liuyun Sect at the age of twelve, he already had the strength of the seventh layer of Qi Refining Realm. Now, just one year has passed, and he jumped from the seventh layer to the tenth layer, his cultivation speed is unbelievable."

  One of them sneered, "No matter how talented Zhang Hao Ran is, he has only just entered the tenth layer of Qi Refining Realm. Don't forget, Wu Zong Ming was already at the tenth layer of Qi Refining Realm half a year ago, and now he's probably only half a step away from Condensing Reality Realm."

  "Hmph, speaking nicely is just a half-step away, but speaking harshly means failing to break through. Otherwise, I would have reached the realm of true essence long ago." The speaker had a square face and thin lips, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

  "How dare you insult Wu Zongming!" A outer sect disciple who was speaking for Fang Zongming's face turned red with anger.

  The square-faced disciple was in no way inferior. "I know you're a friend of Wu Zongming, but I'm not. I just speak the truth, wherever I go, there's reason."

  "Hmm, that makes sense."

  Suddenly, a clear and cold voice came over, followed by a sharp and fierce momentum that seemed to appear out of nowhere, sweeping across like a whirlwind.

  Everyone's eyes fixed on him, and ten or so steps away, a young man with a long sword on his back and wearing blue clothes stood tall, his gaze tightly staring at the person who was mocking him.

  He is the first disciple of Wai Men - Wu Zongming.

  Ye Chen stood aside with interest and thought: This is going to be fun to watch.

  Earlier, Fang's disciple, who had previously said that Wu Zongming was not worth a single coin, seemed to be intimidated by the other party's momentum and stuttered: "I... I didn't say it wasn't true?"

  Wu Zongming sneered, "Do you know who I dislike the most? It's those cowardly people who speak ill of others behind their backs. Now, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you can take my slap, this matter will be settled, dare you or not!"

  One palm! Fang's disciple's eyes flickered, his cultivation was at the eighth layer of Qi Refining Realm, two layers lower than Wu Zongming. However, receiving the next palm shouldn't be a big problem, at most he would suffer some minor injuries. If he didn't accept it, then he would truly be a coward, and in the future, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up high in front of everyone.

  "Alright, one slap for another, what's there to fear!"

  After finishing speaking, his body slightly arched, his right arm drooped down, and his clothes moved without wind, apparently gathering internal energy into his right arm.

  "This is the starting move of Xiao Ye Zhang's palm!" Someone saw through it and couldn't help but say it out loud.

  Square-faced disciple smiled complacently, Xiao Ye Zhang was a high-level martial skill of human rank, originally with his identity he should not have been able to obtain this martial skill, but his uncle was the outer gate elder of Liu Yun Sect, and had prepared for him a high-level martial skill of human rank which wasn't easy to come by.

  With his confidence in Xiao Ye Zhang's palm, he has the confidence to take on Wu Zongming's move, and maybe he won't even fall behind. At that time, his name will be famous.

  Wu Zongming's expression didn't change as he calmly asked: "Are you ready?"

  The square-faced disciple raised his eyes and said, "I'll be waiting at any time."

  At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the two of them. One was the first disciple of the outer gate, and the other was an eighth-level outer gate disciple in the Qi Refining Realm. Although they had only exchanged one move, it should be possible to see part of their strength from it. Even if not, it's good for a long-term perspective.