Grudge Platform

Wang Jun couldn't help but laugh when the topic turned to everything about Spirit Spring Sect. He asked, "Is something amiss?"

Elder Wei, with an air of anger and disdain, strode forward and responded, "Of course, something is amiss. You dared to harm one of my Spirit Spring disciples and expect to walk away unscathed?"

Wang Jun was taken aback. "What? I've harmed a disciple of the Spirit Spring Sect?"

"Solid Strike Sect did it!" 

"Last year, there was an eighth-class disciple who assaulted students from the Spirit Spring Sect. The head of that disciple personally brought all of them to the Spirit Spring Sect's doorstep to offer an apology."

"And what happened after that?"

"The disciple who did the assaulting was crippled,expelled and later underwent rehabilitation, and the Eight Stream School provided a significant sum of money to Spirit Spring Sect."

"So, Solid Strikes truly made quite an impact!"

As these words circulated, whispers filled the air, and Wang Jun couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy in his eyes.

The deacon of the Long Knife School snorted and muttered under his breath, "Provoking the Spirit Spring Sect means provoking Lord Yan. Boy, prepare for some serious trouble."

Various martial arts practitioners had paid to receive instruction from Wang Jun, but he and the disciples of Tiger Den Sect had refrained from participating. After all, the most formidable person who had previously ridiculed him had requested guidance anonymously.

The appearance of Elder wei had instantly ignited hopes of witnessing severe humiliation and bullying towards that mysterious individual.

"It turns out you're from Spirit Spring," Wang Jun often said with a smile, pretending to realize. He nodded, saying,

"Yes, I hit, um... I hit about five of them."

"Five?"

The martial artists exchanged incredulous glances.

Last year, an eighth-ranked disciple had assaulted one Solid Strike Sect disciple, and the sect's leader had taken all disciples to apologize. Hitting five of them, however, seemed to extinguish any chance of reconciliation.

Elder Wei said indignantly, "Since you admit to it, this head, Wei will seek justice for the disciples who were assaulted today."

"Ding!"

"A side mission has been triggered!"

"Another mission?" 

Wang Jun chuckled and hastily opened the property panel. 

He saw that the sub-mission read:

"Confront the troublemaking elder of Spirit Spring Sect 0/1 [elite task]."

"An elite mission?"

Wang Jun, being well-acquainted with online games as an Earth person, knew that elite missions often involved challenging powerful opponents or bosses and promised substantial rewards upon completion.

"Interesting, interesting!" Wang Jun closed the property panel, touched his nose in contemplation, and fired back, "Your disciples initiated the provocation. While I may be known for my kindness, their actions clearly crossed a line by assaulting my disciple. Do you genuinely believe you can preach about justice in this situation?"

The martial artists from various factions exchanged glances, wondering if the Solid Strike faction had pushed things too far with such provocative language, risking an uncontrollable situation.

One had come to deliberately cause trouble, while the other was eager to complete the task. Rules? They seemed nonexistent at this moment.

The Deacon of the Long Knife School and the disciples of the Tiger Den Sect secretly rejoiced. Confronting an irritable Elder of the Spirit Spring Sect with such audacity was a recipe for disaster, they thought.

And indeed, Wei Yi's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. He warned, "Boy, you're really pushing your luck!"

*Click!*

Two fists clenched tightly, and twelve rays of light appeared on Wei Yi's wrist.

Wang Jun often chuckled with disdain,

"Now that I'm the head of Solid Strike Sect? in my eyes You're nothing more than a twelve-tier trash."

Everyone fell silent.

"You're talking big," they thought. "Your strength is at most fifth-tier. You can't claim to be anyone here!"

Upon hearing the word "trash," Wei Yi's anger flared even more. He pointed to the side and challenged, "Kid, do you have the guts to step onto the grudge stage with me?"

*Swish! Swish!*

Many people cleared the way, revealing a stone platform about ten meters long and three meters high not far behind. This was the Resentment Station in Azure Sun City, one of four in the urban areas. Here, warriors could resolve grievances by fighting in the city without authorization.

"This is a challenge from Elder Wei!" The crowd exclaimed.

In the world of martial arts, a warrior challenging another was taken very seriously.

"Will the Sect's head accept the challenge?" someone asked.

"The strength difference is substantial, and he has the right to refuse. While he's experienced in martial arts, his level is quite low, so he should decline!" another person commented.

"That's true, but in this case, with Elder Wei initiating the challenge, by position, the Sect's head must accept!" came the consensus.

As they discussed, all eyes were on Wang Jun, and there was a sense of anticipation in the air. Ultimately, it was his decision whether to fight.

"Head," Li Qingyang leaned over and whispered, "On the grudge stage, matters can get quite serious, even life or death."

"Is that so?" Wang Jun often smiled faintly.

Li Qingyang glared at Wei and suggested, "Let one of your disciples take on his challenge."

Wang Jun often shook his head, replying, "This is a challenge initiated by the parent sect. How can I risk my disciples to fight in my stead?"

With that, he confidently strode toward the grudge platform.

"Begin the fight!"

"Sect's head has stepped up!"

"Considering his cultivation level, he's bound to be at a disadvantage against Elder Wei!"

Conversations among the various martial arts factions continued, and there were those with ulterior motives deliberately egging on the situation, like the deacon from the Long Knife School and disciples of the Tiger Den Sect.

"It's such a mess," Lu Yan Liu Mei remarked with a slight frown.

Elder Wei is in the twelfth-stage of meridian opening, while Wang Jun is only in the fifth-stage of meridian opening. The gap was staggering. Going up against such odds seemed like a death wish.

The newly joined disciples were equally concerned. Their head had an excellent understanding of martial arts, but his cultivation was lower. How could they possibly face the Spirit Spring elder, who were much closer to Foundation establishment stage?

Nonetheless, Wang Jun confidently approached the grudge platform. Despite his knowledge of martial arts and the support of his disciples, no one held much optimism for his chances.

"Hahaha!" Wei Yinu ascended the grudge platform and chuckled, "Boy, if you had kept your head down like a turtle, I might have spared you. Now that you're here, be prepared to meet your doom."

"Is that so?" Wang Jun often smiled nonchalantly.

This boy remained remarkably composed; perhaps he needed to learn about the elder's strength firsthand.

Elder Wei rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and his muscles bulged, displaying prominent blue tendons.

A disciple from Spirit Spring Sect continued, "Elder Wei specializes in physical strength without relying on martial arts techniques. One punch from him can shatter more than 2,000 pounds of boulder!"

"Oh my God!" The crowd gasped in amazement.

Twelfth-stage of meridian opening, achieved solely through martial arts, were already considered impressive, capable of crushing 1,500 pounds of boulders.

"What's this?" A proud Spirit Spring disciple boasted, "Elder Wei once killed a beast in the wild that was on par with a warrior!"

"What?!" The shock on everyone's faces was evident.

Killing a foundation establishment fierce beast with bare hands with meridian opening stage as nothing short of astonishing. Despite the fact that the beast was already wounded, Wei felt triumphant seeing the amazement on the faces of the martial artists from various factions.

However, when he glanced at Wang Jun, he was in for a surprise. Instead of showing fear or admiration, Wang Jun Chang was casually holding his little finger and... picking his nose!

Huh!

The martial artists from various factions were left dumbfounded. In the solemn atmosphere of the grudge stage, this guy was behaving so indecently in public!

To make matters even more absurd, he produced a large ball and bounced it toward the elders of the Spirit Spring Sect.

"Ah!" Wei Yinu, infuriated beyond measure, felt as though he had been humiliated in front of everyone. He roared in anger, his right fist condensing powerfully.

"Whoo!"

An enraged strike from a twelve-tier cultivator generated visible shockwaves in the air.

Wang Jun often stood behind, hands clasped, a look of indifference on his face.

"Head..." Li Qingyang looked grave.

Even Lu Yan, who had always been composed, showed rare concern.

"It's over!"

"That guy got hit; he's either dead or severely injured!"

*Boom!*

A muffled sound resonated, and a powerful shockwave swept through, causing everyone's hair, sleeves, and clothes to flutter in the wind.