Chapter 221: Disturbing the Supreme Sect Leader

While winning or losing is important, the Taishang Sect members still looked quite relaxed. This was because Luo Tianjiao, the sect's top disciple, was competing. Her strength was beyond doubt. Her opponent was also a young disciple from the Qingyun Sect, and rumor had it, he possessed no spirit root. Thus, they found no reason to be concerned.

The referee looked at both competitors, saying, "This is a friendly match; maintaining good sportsmanship is paramount. Therefore, both of you must know when to stop and not intentionally harm your opponent. Any violation, by members of either sect, will result in severe penalties. Do you understand?"

Friendly matches served as a platform for the Taishang Sect to spar with other sects. Inflicting serious injury or causing death would go against the very purpose of these friendly competitions. Hence, this rule was put in place.

Luo Tianjiao crossed her arms and chuckled, "Of course, I have no problem. As long as he doesn't become a sore loser and resort to sneak attacks."

Jiang Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze calm. "Accusing others of cheating when you can't accept defeat, and then slandering them for seduction when you can't find proof... that seems to be your M.O., doesn't it?" The audacity of her to even mention the phrase "sore loser"!

Luo Tianjiao's face contorted in anger. "You! Fine! I won't waste any more words on you! I'll see if your strength matches your sharp tongue!"

Jiang Fan calmly replied, "Then watch closely, and don't miss a thing."

Luo Tianjiao was beside herself with rage. This guy's mouth was truly insufferable! She swore she would use this sparring match to give him a good slapping! She'd see if he ever dared to talk back again!

As for the rules... a few slaps weren't considered malicious harm! It would just mean he was inferior!

"Referee, I'm ready!" she declared impatiently.

Jiang Fan, looking equally relaxed, said, "I'm ready too."

The referee nodded. He then left the ring.

With a loud shout of "Begin!", their sparring match officially began!

In the spectator stands, Cheng Xiaoleng expressed some concern. "Yuqing, why didn't you stop your martial uncle?"

Chai Yingrong also admonished, "Luo Tianjiao is not someone to trifle with, and your martial uncle has no spirit root. He's bound to suffer a significant disadvantage in a fight."

Yan Yuqing, however, showed no signs of worry. Instead, she said mysteriously, "Quiet, and open your eyes wide. Watch closely. Do you really think just anyone can be my martial uncle?"

Both girls looked surprised. Could it be that Jiang Fan actually stood a chance?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Hua Xiangchen watched Jiang Fan's figure, a hint of displeasure in his eyes. "This man is arrogant and ignorant; it's about time he was taught a lesson. However, don't go too hard on him. Junior Sister Chaoge seems to respect him quite a bit, and she'd likely stand up for him if he gets hurt."

Li Shiqian's eyes showed contempt. "What kind of man hides behind a woman? It only makes people despise him more."

Wang Yunge, however, was calmly lounging with his legs crossed and hands clasped behind his head. A look of relaxed indifference on his face, he said with a half-smile, "Relax. My junior sister knows her limits; she certainly won't seriously injure him. But a few slaps to knock some sense into him are probably unavoidable."

Hua Xiangchen smiled contentedly. He said lightly, "It's time he learned his place. Otherwise, relying on the title of 'martial uncle,' he might genuinely believe he can throw his weight around in the Taishang Sect." The thought that both Xia Chaoge and Yan Yuqing, two great beauties, treated Jiang Fan with such respect felt like a thorn in his side.

Wang Yunge glanced sideways at the ring, watching Luo Tianjiao make the first move, a faint smile playing on his lips. "How about a bet? Let's see how many moves Jiang Fan can last against my junior sister. I'll start: no more than three moves. If I lose, I'll pay each of you two hundred spirit stones."

Li Shiqian became interested, pondering, "Then I'll bet on four moves. Since he knows that formidable 'Cloud Net Palm,' he shouldn't be defeated that quickly."

Hua Xiangchen smiled faintly. "Since you two junior disciples are in such a sporting mood, I'll join in as well. I'll bet... five moves. To be addressed as 'martial uncle' by Xia Chaoge and Yan Yuqing, he must at least have some rudimentary skills."

Wang Yunge let out a hearty laugh. "Looks like I'm going to earn four hundred spirit stones! Three moves... I might have even overestimated him. I can't believe you're overestimating him even more, actually thinking he can last four or five moves against my junior sister? Hahahaha..."

As he laughed heartily, Luo Tianjiao, with a wicked smile on her face, had already unleashed a palm strike towards Jiang Fan's chest. As a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Level Seven, defeating someone with no spirit root would be effortless, wouldn't it? She had it all planned out. The first strike would send Jiang Fan sprawling. The second step: stomp on his face! The third: haul him up from the ground. And then, the grand finale: fiercely slapping his mouth several times!

However, imagination was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

Jiang Fan had kept his hands clasped behind his back the entire time. It wasn't until her palm was nearly at his chest that he lowered his right hand and, with a casual flick, struck her wrist. Luo Tianjiao's wrist immediately flared with excruciating pain, as if the bone had shattered. She yelped, her face contorting in agony.

Jiang Fan asked, "Why did you stop?"

Luo Tianjiao was mortified and infuriated. She believed Jiang Fan must have used some magical artifact for a sneak attack! As she bent down, she seamlessly transitioned into a sweeping kick, her right leg striking fiercely at his calf. She tried to sweep him off his feet.

Thud—

However, when her slender calf connected with Jiang Fan's leg, she instantly felt as if she had kicked a solid rock, and a piercing pain shot through her calf.

Jiang Fan shook his head. "Is that all your strength amounts to?" With that, he flicked his own calf, striking her squarely in the chest. The powerful force sent her sprawling backward onto the ground!

And that wasn't all. The momentum carried her, sliding two or three zhang across the rough stone-tiled floor before she finally came to a stop. Her scalp was scraped raw, bleeding profusely. What was even more mortifying was that when she struggled to get back on her feet, everyone noticed that the hair on the back of her head had been completely rubbed off. She was practically bald in the back!

Luo Tianjiao touched the back of her head and immediately shrieked, "Ah! My hair!" She then lifted her eyes, glaring at Jiang Fan with extreme fury. Ignoring everything, she charged forward, roaring, "I'll kill you!"

"Kill me?" Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed. "You're the ones who proposed a friendly sparring match. And you're also the ones who can't take it when things don't go your way, resorting to shouts of violence! Who indulged your bad habits?"

Without hesitation, he decisively swept his leg out. His leg moved like a whip. Before Luo Tianjiao could even react, the kick connected with her waist. She was instantly sent flying four or five zhang, landing with a thud beneath the ring.

Three moves! In just three moves, Luo Tianjiao was knocked out of the ring.

The Taishang Sect disciples were stunned. Luo Tianjiao, whom they held in such high regard, had been defeated by a Qingyun Sect disciple with no spirit root in what seemed like an instant?

The Taishang Sect Master raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Which sect is this person from? He seems to follow the path of body cultivation, and his physique is quite remarkable. He must be a disciple of the Giant Sect, right?"