With a bang!
The two palms met, and a huge collision sound echoed in the air. In an instant, Wu Wenlin's face turned to terror.
*Pfft!*
"How is this possible..." Wu Wenlin spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was heavily thrown backward.
Those present were equally shocked. It was evident that in just one exchange, Wu Wenlin, ranked second in their team's strength, was sent flying by a single palm.
The same was true for the many young sect disciples outside the Glazed Illusory Realm.
Even the Grand Elder on the high platform narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled at Bai Yuwei and said, "I didn't expect that this Lin Chu, taught by the Saintess, would have such strength. The Saintess's methods are indeed not casually powerful."
Bai Yuwei watched Lin Chu send Wu Wenlin flying with one palm, and the worry in her eyes lessened considerably.
Upon hearing the Grand Elder's words, she immediately sneered, "The Grand Elder flatters me. Chu Di's current strength is all due to his own diligent cultivation. If I have any methods, besides verbal and practical teaching, I'm afraid I can't compare to you, Grand Elder."
The Grand Elder smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if your brother can withstand the combined attacks of these other disciples. If the Glazed Spirit Stones on him are all looted, I'm afraid he'll become a laughingstock among the disciples."
Bai Yuwei smiled faintly, "That won't trouble you, Grand Elder."
Qiu Shaoming, who was watching the battle between Wu Wenlin and Lin Chu from below, also revealed an incredulous look in his eyes. Clearly, Lin Chu's change was too great for Qiu Shaoming to comprehend.
"Good kid, so you have some strength, no wonder you're so confident. But if you think you can leave just like that, you're underestimating us too much!"
Gong Ziming glanced at Wu Wenlin, lying on the ground with a pale face, cursed him as a wimp in his heart, and then slowly stepped forward.
Seeing this, Lin Chu shook his head with a troubled expression. "Grandfather told me not to fight with others unless they constantly force you or make you very uncomfortable. I wonder if Grandfather will scold me if he knows I fought. So, are you sure you still want to continue?"
Seeing Lin Chu's gaze fixed on him and hearing his nonsensical words, Gong Ziming snorted, "Lin Chu, if I were you, I'd be thinking about what to do next instead of worrying about being scolded. Lin Chu, take this!"
As soon as Gong Ziming finished speaking, his figure flashed out, noticeably faster than Wu Wenlin's.
Lin Chu, seeing this, moved his mind. The environment within a ten-meter radius instantly entered his mind. After capturing Gong Ziming's figure, he calculated slightly and punched into the void.
*Bang!*
Lin Chu's palm struck, and Gong Ziming's figure was abruptly intercepted. A trace of shock was evident in Gong Ziming's eyes.
"Indeed, you have some skill!" After a brief moment of shock, Gong Ziming quickly recovered. He snorted, and the carelessness in his eyes gradually subsided.
"You're not bad either," Lin Chu said with a smile, clapping his hands and looking at Gong Ziming with burning eyes.
Since he began cultivating, he had never fought anyone before.
Although the inherited memories in his mind were scarce, Lin Chu felt that what he had learned from his mind was definitely not ordinary.
He had been cultivating for two months and had long wanted to test his strength. Now that someone had come knocking, it was exactly what he wanted. If he didn't know his own strength, how could he be confident about his duel with Qiu Shaoming?
Moreover, Lin Chu had only used seventy percent of his strength in that last palm, and Gong Ziming was unharmed, indicating that Gong Ziming's strength was not like Wu Wenlin's. Thinking of this, Lin Chu's desire to fight became even stronger.
"Hmph! Do you think that's all I've got?" Seeing the burning desire in Lin Chu's eyes, Gong Ziming's gaze turned slightly cold. He snorted and shot towards Lin Chu again.
"But that's not all I've got either!" Lin Chu murmured, his eyes sharpening. He clenched his five fingers and punched out again.
*Bang!*
The two collided again, and this time the impact was significantly more violent than before.
Gong Ziming's fist could be seen bulging with veins, like a coiled dragon, filled with destructive power.
Lin Chu's fist, in comparison, seemed somewhat inferior.
His bronze skin looked ordinary.
Only Gong Ziming himself knew how powerful Lin Chu's punch was.
*Boom!*
Both of them retreated simultaneously. The waist-high grass around them was all cut in half by the wind from their fists, and a semicircular clearing more than ten meters wide instantly appeared.
"Damn it! How is this kid's strength so strong?" Gong Ziming, retreating again, looked at Lin Chu with shock.
The Raging Wind Fist he had learned in the Scripture Pavilion was a Earth-grade technique, yet he couldn't overwhelm Lin Chu, who was merely an ordinary disciple.
"It seems this Lin Chu is quite good. And Gong Ziming is an elite disciple, isn't he? He practices the Raging Wind Fist, yet he can't defeat Lin Chu."
"Interesting. Seeing Lin Chu in person, he is much more extraordinary than I imagined. The duel a year from now will probably be even more exciting."
"I just don't know if Qiu Shaoming will allow Lin Chu to wait until next year smoothly."
"There's no need to worry about that. Lin Chu follows the Saintess. Qiu Shaoming probably won't be able to make a move near the Saintess."
"..."
At this moment, the disciples watching this scene on the plaza of the main hall of the Young Sect began to discuss.
Qiu Shaoming, hearing these words, his face turned ashen.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings!" Qiu Shaoming cursed in a low voice and then turned to leave, as if he already knew the outcome.
On the high platform, Bai Yuwei saw Lin Chu easily block Gong Ziming's punch, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.
"Earth-grade, Raging Wind Fist!"
Gong Ziming's expression was somewhat grim. As soon as his figure stabilized, he accelerated towards Lin Chu again.
Under the skin of Gong Ziming's left arm, it seemed as if a snake was writhing, quickly bulging. The surrounding grass also whipped up in a gale under this punch from Gong Ziming.
"Raging Wind Fist, huh? In that case, let's end this fight!" Seeing Gong Ziming's fist change, Lin Chu's lips pursed slightly, as if he was not yet satisfied.
Lin Chu raised his left hand, and the Void-Breaking Fist technique circulated rapidly. Then, he stomped his foot hard, using the rebound force to shoot out.
*Boom!*
The two fists collided again, unleashing a huge shockwave. Wu Wenlin and the others watching from the side retreated several steps. They looked at the battle between Lin Chu and Gong Ziming with astonishment, and a hint of fear flickered in their eyes when they looked at Lin Chu.
*Hum.*
With the Lingxu Step, Lin Chu's figure moved with incredible speed, like a phantom. A sonic wave echoed behind him. Gong Ziming, seeing this, was unable to lock onto Lin Chu's exact position.
"What kind of movement technique is this!"
Gong Ziming's face was filled with horror at this sight. If he couldn't lock onto Lin Chu's figure, how could he hit him?
"Void-Breaking Fist!"
At this moment, Lin Chu stopped his movement, instantly appearing before Gong Ziming and unleashing a punch.
"What!" Gong Ziming heard the sound and immediately saw Lin Chu's enormous fist rushing towards him. Before he could react, his face was struck by Lin Chu's punch.
*Bang!*
The immense force sent Gong Ziming flying, and Wu Wenlin and the others around them looked on in terror.
*Pfft.*
Gong Ziming's body tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Gong Ziming fell backward.
"Run!"
Seeing this, Wu Wenlin immediately shouted, then fled madly backward. The other few also followed suit, not daring to care about Gong Ziming's life or death at this moment.
"Whoever wants the same outcome, feel free to run," Lin Chu's cold voice slowly reached everyone's ears as Wu Wenlin and the six others had run dozens of meters.
Hearing this, Wu Wenlin and the six others, recalling Lin Chu's ghostly movement technique, were forced to stop.
"Lin Chu, we are all disciples of the Young Sect, and we only attacked you under duress. Gong Ziming has already been punished, what more do you want?" Wu Wenlin turned around and said to Lin Chu with a bitter expression.
"What do I want? Hmm, take out your Glazed Spirit Stones, and I'll let you go," Lin Chu said with a slight smile, his gaze sweeping over Wu Wenlin and the six others.
"Take them out," Wu Wenlin said, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes. He glanced left and right, then was the first to take out the Glazed Spirit Stones from his body.
Lin Chu saw that Wu Wenlin had nine Glazed Spirit Stones, three more than himself. The remaining five young disciples could only follow suit and take out their Glazed Spirit Stones.
"Good," Lin Chu nodded with satisfaction, then his figure moved. In an instant, he was in front of Wu Wenlin and the six others and took away the Glazed Spirit Stones from each of their hands.
Of course, Lin Chu did not go to extremes; he left one Glazed Spirit Stone in each person's hand.
"Alright, you may go," Lin Chu said, putting away the Glazed Spirit Stones. He then looked up at Wu Wenlin and the others and turned to walk towards Gong Ziming.
Since Wu Wenlin and the others had so many Glazed Spirit Stones, Gong Ziming would naturally have no less.
Hearing Lin Chu's words, especially seeing that they still had one Glazed Spirit Stone left, a trace of gratitude flashed in Wu Wenlin and the others' eyes. Watching Lin Chu walk towards Gong Ziming, their eyes held a complex look as they waited.
"Hmm, what good luck. You took a punch from me and you're still not dead. Fine, for the sake of being from the same sect, I'll let you off this time."
Lin Chu glanced at Gong Ziming, who was still gasping for breath, shook his head slightly, and then reached into Gong Ziming's embrace to retrieve the Glazed Spirit Stones.
Lin Chu saw that Gong Ziming indeed had the most Glazed Spirit Stones, fourteen of them. Seeing this, Lin Chu unceremoniously put them all into his embrace before standing up.
"Hmm, he's not dead yet. Since he's your teammate, I'll leave him to you," Lin Chu said, looking towards the distant grassland. He moved and walked away.
"Senior Brother Ziming..." Seeing Lin Chu leave, the young sect disciples around Wu Wenlin rushed towards Gong Ziming.
Wu Wenlin watched Lin Chu's receding back, an indescribable look flashing in his eyes as he muttered, "Is such an existence truly just an ordinary disciple?"