A robust, elderly man in his seventies stepped forward. It was Zhao Sanjiang, the head of Divine Fist Martial Arts Hall.
He had no choice, he had to accept the challenge today whether he liked it or not.
Otherwise, the reputation of the thirteen schools in the Martial School Alliance would hit rock bottom.
Even if it meant earning a reputation for bullying the weak, he had to do it.
"Elder, please, I will control my strength. I won't kill you, no, I won't hurt you," Wen Yuan promised, holding his fist in greeting.
"Come on then," Zhao Sanjiang responded. He didn't want to talk any more. With a peak-Qi-blood of the Fifth Breakthrough level surging, both of his fists turned pitch black. Stepping forward, the ground underneath him shattered. He leapt towards Wen Yuan, pounding his fists down in quick succession.
The power behind his attacks was far greater than Duan Feng's.
Wen Yuan used the Vajra Indestructible Skill and braced himself to face Zhao Sanjiang's attacks.