Side quest

In front of the Grievance Stage, Jun Changxiao and the Sect Leader of the Long Blade Faction walked over.

For a moment, the martial artists in Qingyang City poured in from the streets and whispered to each other.

"Sect Leader Shen is a ninth-grade Martial Disciple. Can Sect Leader Jun beat him?"

"When the Hundred Sects recruited disciples, Sect Leader Jun was only at the fourth or fifth stage of the Meridian Opening Realm. Didn't he defeat Elder Wei who was at the twelfth stage?"

"A ninth-grade Martial Disciple's strength is more than ten thousand pounds. A twelfth stage Meridian Opening Realm martial artist is no match for him!"

"That makes sense."

After a round of discussion, many martial artists were optimistic about the Sect Leader of the Long Blade Faction.

The leaders of the various sects also came to watch the battle. They supported Sect Leader Shen without hesitation and even hoped to beat the arrogant Jun Changxiao on the Grievance Stage.

Alliance Leader Qin didn't leave. He stood far away from the Grievance Stage and watched.

On the fourth floor.

Xie Guangkun stood with his hands behind his back and said in confusion, "That guy is not stupid. Why did he accept Shen Tong's challenge?"

From his tone and eyes, it was obvious that he didn't think Jun Changxiao would win.

It was normal.

The Long Blade Faction was an eighth-grade faction and its Sect Leader was a nine-star Martial Disciple. He was considered a good master in Qingyang County.

What about Jun Changxiao?

Many people thought that even if he could kill Wei Yixi, he was only a third-grade Martial Disciple.

"Sect Leader."

Li Qingyang whispered, "It's a bit tricky."

Jun Changxiao put away the electronic cigar and said indifferently, "Remember Qingyang. In my eyes, there are no tricky opponents, only weak ones."

With that, he stepped onto the Grievance Stage.

"Ding!"

"Side quest triggered."

Jun Changxiao steadied himself and opened the system data panel. The side quest was — Defeat the Sect Leader of the Long Blade Faction, Shen Tong 01 [Elite Mission].

Shen Tong …

Why wasn't he called Yuan Tong?

Jun Changxiao's eyes lit up with excitement when he saw that he had triggered a side quest, and an Elite one at that.

What did he lack the most? Contribution points!

Sect Leader Shen jumped onto the Grievance Stage and said indifferently, "Sect Leader Jun, shall we compete with fists or weapons?"

"Whatever," Jun Changxiao said.

Clan Master Shen said, "The Long Saber Clan is famous for our sabers, but I won't take advantage of Clan Master Jun. Let's settle this with our fists."

"Sure."

Jun Changxiao had no objections.

He thought to himself, "Every time a Martial Disciple increases by one rank, the increase in strength is around 1000 ~ 2000 Jin. Taking into account that he increases by 1500 Jin per rank, plus his meridian opening and ninth rank Martial Disciple cultivation, his strength should not exceed 15,000."

The System replied: [This person's strength is around 14,000]

Jun Changxiao was stunned. "You can tell?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say so earlier? You made me wait here."

"You didn't ask."

"…"

Jun Changxiao was speechless for a while, but he also thought to himself, "A Rank-Nine martial disciple only has this much strength. Taking him down won't be difficult at all."

Thinking of this, he said indifferently, "You may begin."

"Shen Tong."

"Jun Changxiao."

After exchanging names, Shen Tong clenched his right hand and strode forward like a meteor. Immediately, visible energy ripples spread out under his feet.

As expected of a Rank-Nine Martial Disciple, the spiritual energy he released alone could completely crush the participants of the sect competition.

Li Qingyang's expression became serious.

With the strength of the Long Saber Clan's Clan Master, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to win.

Su Xiaomo and Xiao Ziji also thought so.

With their strength, they could be a Rank-One or Rank-Two Martial Disciple, and they could also bully the Clan Masters of Rank-Nine Sects. But against a Martial Disciple like Shen Tong, they could only be abused.

"Trash."

Ye Xingchen said disdainfully.

As a former peak Martial Emperor, he didn't put a Rank-Nine Martial Disciple in his eyes. If he still had his cultivation, he could kill him with a finger.

Brother.

Haven't you seen the reality?

You are no longer a Martial Emperor who can summon wind and rain. You are just a little newbie now.

Even if you have extraordinary experience, if your strength and body can't be improved, you will still be beaten black and blue.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the Grievance Ring.

Jun Changxiao crossed his arms and blocked Shen Tong's heavy punch. His body was pushed back and barely stopped at the edge. He was one step away from leaving the ring.

"It hurts!"

He waved his arms and his face was slightly ferocious.

"Clan Master Shen didn't even use his full strength, and he couldn't hold it. He is really weak." A Clan Master said disdainfully.

But he didn't know that he was only a Rank-Two Martial Disciple.

If he went up to fight with Shen Tong, he would be even weaker than Jun Changxiao. He would be beaten down with one punch.

Some people were like this. They never considered their own weakness and would always laugh at others as bystanders to increase their ridiculous sense of superiority.

"This guy is too weak. I have to suppress my cultivation. If he is beaten down, how can I abuse him?" Shen Tong rushed over and poured spiritual energy into his fist, but only used half of his strength.

His goal was not to win, but to beat Jun Changxiao and make him pay for his arrogance in the Star Moon Pavilion.

"Whoosh!"

The fist was swung, and the wind from the fist whistled.

Jun Changxiao's slightly ugly face suddenly showed an evil smile.

Hmm?

Shen Tong became vigilant.

"Shua!"

At this moment, Jun Changxiao strode over. His right palm hit Shen Tong's fist and pressed his arm down. Then, he poured spiritual energy into his left fist and punched.

One rush, one push, one attack. It was extremely fast.

Even though Shen Tong realized that something was wrong, he could no longer avoid it and could not mobilize more spiritual energy.

"Boom — — —"

The fist, which carried the force of ten thousand kilograms, landed heavily on Shen Tong's abdomen.

The strong impact disturbed Shen Tong's muscles and meridians, causing him to bend down and open his mouth. His eyes were wide open.

It hurts!

"Shua!" Jun Changxiao raised his other hand and hit Shen Tong's back with his elbow. Shen Tong's eyeballs bulged again, and he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Hiss!"

The spectating martial artists gasped.

Sect Leader Jun's two attacks had spiritual energy fluctuations. At first glance, it was obvious that they were powerful. If they were hit, their meridians and internal organs would definitely be shattered!

The various sect leaders, who thought that Sect Leader Shen Tong was going to win, were all dumbstruck.

Suddenly, they understood that Shen Tong's punch that almost knocked him off the stage was an act. He was deliberately showing weakness!

Xie Guangkun frowned. "The two attacks just now were about fifteen thousand kilograms of strength. Could it be that he has entered the ninth grade martial disciple?"

Jun Changxiao was only a sixth grade martial disciple. His explosive strength was so high because every grade increased by two thousand kilograms.

To be exact.

Every grade increased according to the upper limit.

The reason why he was so strong was because of Yi Jin Jing and the Muscle Building Room.

Ye Xingchen also noticed it. With a serious expression, he said, "I didn't expect this guy to be so strong. I'm afraid it will take me some time to catch up."

"Wah!"

Shen Tong, who was lying on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale.

When he was attacked, he only used 50% of his spiritual energy. After taking two violent blows from Jun Changxiao, his meridians and internal organs must have been severely damaged.

Jun Changxiao squatted down and said apologetically, "Sect Leader Shen, I'm sorry. I was a little too harsh."

"You …"

"Shua!"

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Jun Changxiao grabbed him by the leg and dragged him to the edge of the stage. Then, with a whoosh, he was thrown out.

"Plop!"

Shen Tong fell to the ground with his limbs on the ground. He could not support himself and fainted on the spot.

"Ding! Defeat the Sect Leader of Long Blade Sect 11 [Elite Mission]. "

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission. You have received 50 sect contribution points. "

"Ding! Sect Contribution Points: 177/500. "

After completing a hidden mission and an elite mission, he easily earned 100 contribution points. Jun Changxiao looked at the various sect leaders in a good mood and said in a provocative tone, "Who else wants to come up and spar?