Junior Brother Shi, the carving is very good.

Chapter 100 Junior Brother Shi, the carving is very good.

Does the wind have a color?

Before today, Kong Yi would have answered no to this question, but today, he found it to be blood-red.

As a martial artist at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm, only one step away from the Visceral Realm, Kong Yi instinctively began to defend himself after being injured.

However, before he could even change his move, Mo Zheng's second sword strike arrived.

With the enhancement of the Gale Intent, Mo Zheng's speed was terrifying. Even martial artists could not catch his trace with the naked eye. Kong Yi only felt a phantom flash past his eyes, followed by a flash of blood.

The sword struck Kong Yi's right wrist, severing his tendons in one strike.

Under the sharp sword light, Kong Yi didn't even feel pain. His hand suddenly went weak, and he couldn't hold onto the copper hammer anymore. It fell straight to the ground. Then, pain came from his wrist, which made him feel extremely scared. He subconsciously dodged backward.

That's right, even now, Kong Yi still hasn't realized what happened.

Mo Zheng's sword was too fast, so fast that he was hit twice in a row and was still in a daze.

But how could he possibly outrun Mo Zheng's Gale Slash if he tried to dodge?

call out!

Just as he lifted one leg, Mo Zheng's third sword arrived, this time aimed at his leg. Blood immediately gushed from Kong Yi's left heel, and the Achilles tendon in that foot was severed. His body fell uncontrollably to the ground.

Thump! Splash!

A crisp sound of metal colliding and a dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out one after the other. Wei Liujiang was looking at the nervous and frightened expressions of the four disciples who dared not step onto the arena. He was happy thinking that their aristocratic faction should be able to get many more spots in the Haotian Secret Realm this time, and his attention was not on the second arena at all.

Upon hearing the sound, I was startled and instinctively looked up. What I saw there left me completely dumbfounded.

But what they saw on the stage was the situation: Kong Yi's burly body lay on the ground, his huge bronze hammer lying to the side, his whole body covered in blood, while the young man on the stage stood with his sword, exuding a chilling killing intent.

Kong Yi lost?

Wei Liujiang looked incredulous. He knew that among the disciples who came this time, Kong Yi was the strongest. He was a martial artist at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm and had also cultivated the Heaven-Shattering Hammer to an extremely high level. His strength far surpassed that of martial artists at the same level. Only a master of the Visceral Realm could deal with him. Yet he was defeated in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was filled with shock and confusion, he saw that the young man with the sword on the stage had no intention of stopping. He raised his hand and slashed twice more. With two soft "pfft" sounds, he had severed all the tendons in Kong Yi's perfectly intact hand and foot.

Kong Yi cried out in anguish. At this moment, he finally realized his defeat, but it was too late to undo it.

Seeing his opponent thrust his sword at him again, he cried out in terror, "I surrender! I surrender!"

"Stop! Stop it now!"

Wei Liujiang also shouted urgently.

However, Mo Zheng ignored him and pierced Wei Liujiang's throat with his long sword, completely blocking his voice from entering his chest.

Wang He, who was serving as the referee for the second ring, stood there quietly watching everything unfold without saying a word to stop it.

"How dare you!"

Wei Liujiang was completely enraged. This kid actually killed Kong Yi right in front of him.

boom!

A terrifying aura emanated from his body. At this moment, he seemed to transform into thunder from the heavens. His powerful martial arts intent rendered all the martial artists present who had not reached the Visceral Realm powerless to resist, and they were so shocked by that thunderous intent that they could not move.

His body truly transformed into a bolt of lightning, traversing the distance of the void before everyone's eyes, attacking Mo Zheng at a terrifying speed.

Martial artists possess remarkable vitality; even a wound like a piercing throat can prevent death if treated promptly.

However, to his surprise, under the intimidation of his thunderous intent, Mo Zheng not only did not stop, but started moving again.

He seemed to transform into a whirlwind, and despite the overwhelming power of thunder, he still wielded his sword with lightning speed, completely unaffected, and with a single strike, severed the head of the pleading Kong Yi, splattering blood all over the ground.

At this moment, Wei Liujiang had just arrived on the arena. Looking at Mo Zheng, who seemed to have transformed into a whirlwind, and at Kong Yi's head rolling on the ground, he was both shocked and furious, his face turning frighteningly black.

The shock was because Mo Zheng had already grasped the essence of the art, and the anger stemmed from the fact that the other party dared to kill him despite his obstruction!

boom!

The thunderous power intensified, and a thunderous roar resounded from the flat ground as Wei Liujiang attacked Mo Zheng.

In that instant, the entire training ground was enveloped by an astonishing killing intent.

"That's enough!"

Wang He let out a cold shout, and her entire being also activated her martial arts intent, becoming like an iceberg, exuding a chilling aura that transformed into endless sharp swords, blocking Wei Liujiang's path.

The thunder and the iceberg collided, and the terrifying energy transformed into endless gales that spread in all directions.

The bricks and stones paving the entire arena were shattered by the force of their clash. Countless pebbles shot out with the gale, like sharp arrows, creating holes in the ground and walls. Everyone dodged in a panic.

As the aftershocks subsided, the disciples stared at the ravaged arena, secretly marveling at the power of a battle between experts at the Internal Organs Realm.

However, most of the teachers looked at Mo Zheng on the stage with solemn expressions.

This disciple has clearly mastered the martial arts intent; otherwise, he would never have been able to behead Kong Yi with a single sword strike under Wei Liujiang's thunderous intent.

But how old is this little guy?

He had only been through the four levels of the Tower of Ascension for a few months, and he had already grasped the essence of it?

Even Headmaster Feng, Liu Qing, and the others were secretly surprised at this moment.

Although they knew that Mo Zheng had already grasped the essence of martial arts, grasping it and fully comprehending it are two completely different things. The gap between the former and the latter would take at least several years, or even one or two years. The time Mo Zheng spent was far too short.

The training ground was completely silent.

The once arrogant Kong Yi was beheaded in an instant, and Mo Zheng even demonstrated his mastery of martial arts intent. These two events happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

Only Wei Liujiang's chest heaved violently, his heavy breathing audible to almost everyone, his eyes burning with fury.

"You dare stop me?" he shouted angrily at Wang He.

Wang He didn't reply, only gave a cold laugh.

Wei Liujiang had no way to deal with Wang He. He might not be a match for her in a fight, and in terms of background, she had a martial saint standing behind her.

So, faced with this silent contempt, he stomped his foot angrily, causing the entire arena to tremble three times, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on Mo Zheng.

He stared intently at Mo Zheng and demanded, "What's your name?"

Mo Zheng remained calm. He slowly wiped the blade of his sword clean on Kong Yi's corpse, then gently sheathed it. He straightened his slightly disheveled and wrinkled clothes before looking at Wei Liujiang and saying, "Mo Zheng, my name is Mo Zheng, the Mo Zheng who killed Kong Yi, the Mo Zheng who avenged Junior Brother Shi Liyan."

Upon hearing this, Wei Liujiang was so enraged he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He demanded sharply, "You clearly relied on your martial arts skills to intentionally kill your fellow disciples and comprehend the essence of martial arts. What need is there for an assessment? Kong Yi already shouted that he had surrendered, and I told you to stop, yet you still dared to behead him with a single sword strike?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng calmly replied, "Senior, I remember Kong Yi saying earlier that not jumping off the stage in this duel does not count as admitting defeat."

As he spoke, he turned around, bowed to Kong Yi's headless corpse, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Kong Yi, the rules of this duel are that you only admit defeat when you jump off the stage. Your surrender just now does not count."

Turning back to Okie Ryuue, he apologized, "I'm sorry, senior. I'll be more careful next time."

This response was exactly the same as when Kong Yi almost killed Wei Han with a hammer. Wang He, who had been keeping a cold face, burst out laughing. The other teachers and disciples also couldn't help but smile, feeling very pleased.

"You—you—"

Wei Liujiang was so angry he was practically fuming. He pointed at Mo Zheng, speechless with rage.

After a long pause, he said angrily, "Fine, fine, very fine! Headmaster Feng, is this how you teach your disciples? He just confessed that he wanted to kill Kong Yi, which is a heinous crime of murdering a fellow disciple!"

Mo Zheng said calmly, "I remember what you just said: 'Be extremely careful during the assessment. Weapons have no eyes; if there are any deaths or injuries, you will bear the consequences!'"

"Professor Feng, fellow teachers, is this rule in place?"

Liu Qing smiled and said, "This was announced publicly by Junior Brother Wei Liujiang in front of all the disciples being assessed, so naturally this rule exists."

Headmaster Feng nodded and said, "Mo Zheng, a true disciple of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, defeated the assessment disciple without violating any rules. I hereby declare him qualified to enter the Haotian Secret Realm. Does anyone have any objections?"

Wang He immediately replied, "No objection, I agree."

"agree!"

"agree!"

"agree!"

Throughout the training ground, the voices of one teacher after another echoed, all agreeing that Mo Zheng had earned the qualification to enter the Haotian Secret Realm.

Wei Liujiang looked around at the teachers in the martial arts hall, his expression changing from fury to gloom.

Wang He looked at Wei Liujiang and asked, "So, Senior Brother Wei, what's your opinion? Do you disagree?" She smiled slightly and said, "But it's no use if you disagree, because disciples who have comprehended the martial arts intent can enter the Haotian Secret Realm without taking the test. This is a rule of the Huntian Sect."

Headmaster Feng said in a deep voice, "That's right, these are the sect rules of the Hun Tian Sect."

The Haotian Secret Realm forbids martial arts experts above the Visceral Realm from entering. Below the Visceral Realm, martial artists who have comprehended the martial arts intent are respected. Who can test the strength of such disciples?

Moreover, these disciples are all destined to become experts in the Visceral Realm in the future, so the future of the Hun Tian Sect will naturally be better than that of others.

In fact, Mo Zheng has now come into the sights of that Martial Saint-level sect leader.

One by one, the disciples and teachers all turned their gazes toward Wei Liujiang. Being stared at with ill intent by so many powerful experts at the Visceral Realm, even Wei Liujiang, a master of martial arts, couldn't help but feel nervous.

Yes, he is stronger than ordinary Visceral Realm cultivators, capable of taking on two or even three opponents at once. However, with so many Visceral Realm cultivators before him, each one could drown him with a single spit. Not to mention, there are also powerful figures like Headmaster Feng and Liu Qing among them, who are comparable to him or even surpass him.

His opinion was useless; as Headmaster Feng said, this was the sect rule of the Hun Tian Sect.

With a gloomy face, Wei Liujiang said coldly, "Whether I have any objections or not is not important. He is qualified to enter the Haotian Secret Realm. However, I will definitely report this matter to the sect and ask the sect leader to make a judgment."

"Of course, this is your authority as the person in charge of this assessment, Junior Brother Wei," Headmaster Feng said with a smile.

Reporting it wouldn't do any good. This matter is just a stalemate, with each side having its own version of the truth. Given Mo Zheng's demonstrated talent and potential future achievements, the sect leader has no chance of punishing him.

Furthermore, if Mo Zheng were to obtain the opportunity to become a Martial Saint from this Haotian Secret Realm, the Sect Master might even turn around and hold Wei Liujiang and the others accountable.

Wei Liujiang knew this, but he had no choice but to do it.

Kong Yi was just following his orders, and he died like that without even an explanation. What will the other disciples who came with him for the assessment think? Will they still put in their best effort for the later assessments?

Fortunately, someone like this young man named Mo Zheng, who can comprehend the essence of martial arts during his time at the Martial Arts Hall, is a rare find, perhaps only once in a hundred years. This won't affect the overall situation regarding the number of places available for this assessment.

The powerful clans are destined to take up many spots in the three major martial arts halls.

Thinking of this, Wei Liujiang felt a little relieved. In any case, his mission was basically completed, except for the loss of Kong Yi.

But it doesn't matter. The other party wasn't originally a direct descendant of a powerful family or faction. They just joined the sect after seeing its strength. So what if they're dead? It won't cause any major trouble.

Wang He then said, "Someone, take the body away." Upon hearing this, two disciples immediately came forward and carried the headless body away. The other disciples were busy cleaning up the bloodstains. However, this arena had been severely damaged by the power of heaven and earth activated by the martial arts intent, and it was estimated that it would be unusable in the future.

Liu Qing said to Mo Zheng, "Xiao Zheng, you can go out now. Make good preparations and wait a few days before heading to the Haotian Secret Realm."

Mo Zhenggong responded respectfully, cupped his hands in thanks to Headmaster Feng and the others, and said, "Thank you, esteemed teachers."

Then, carrying his longsword, he stepped off the stage and walked straight outside.

At this time, the sun was setting and the sky was already dark. Not far away, many disciples were sitting and waiting for the assessment to begin.

Will there be any more disciples killed or injured?

Mo Zheng doesn't know.

He has done what he was supposed to do; the rest can only be borne by the headmaster and the others.

Without stopping, he headed straight for Xiaohan Peak. After walking for a while, he reached a secluded spot, took out the wooden tiger carving, and rubbed it in his palm, feeling its smooth texture. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Junior Brother Shi, it's very well carved."

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