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Zhang Jiao’s expression was gloomy as he glared fiercely at the youngsters on both sides of him.

“Yes!”

The few youngsters once again lifted their small knives and repeatedly rubbed them against Li Xiaobai’s thumb.

“How can you act like this? So arrogant and overbearing, are you not afraid I will sue you at the Punishment Hall?”

Zong Hu’s pupils shrank, facing such a foreign cultivator as Li Xiaobai. The other party was still so unreasonable and domineering, showing absolutely no respect.

“Heh, what does it matter if you take it to the Punishment Hall once the contract is signed?”

“Attack!”

Zhang Jiao’s eyes bulged with murderous intent on his little face.

The youngsters at his sides immediately took action, their blades flashing coldly.

One slash.

[Attribute Points +10…]

The defense was not breached.

Two slashes.

[Attribute Points +20…]

The defense was not breached.

Three slashes.

[Attribute Points +30…]

Still no reaction.

Zhang Jiao’s expression changed; it was absolutely abnormal for a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator to be unable to cut through the other’s finger with a small knife. This Li Xiaobai was no ordinary mortal!

The opponent was also a cultivator! And what’s more, a cultivator who had tempered his physical body!

“Heh, I think I’ll just press my handprint.”

Li Xiaobai said with a chuckle, casually swiping his finger in the ink next to him and pressing his fingerprint onto the contract.

The other youngsters also realized something was amiss—the small knife couldn’t break through the physical defense, and the other party had been completely calm and unflinching from start to finish, showing no sign of fear.

This was something they had never seen before. In their memory, even the Family Head would get injured if cut with a knife.

“I didn’t expect to come across a master. It seems you must be a cultivator who practices physical refinement. However, cultivation should focus on the guidance and utilization of the Spiritual Power of heaven and earth. While concentrating on the physique can solidify one’s basics, spending too much time cultivating it is taking a detour!”

Zhang Jiao spoke word by word, his eyes flashing dangerously.

“Daring to stand up for that kid, today I, the young master, will cripple your cultivation. Don’t harbor any resentment!”

Li Xiaobai stepped onto the stage with a smile on his face, not expecting the young brat to have such solid theoretical knowledge. The spiel he had just delivered was not something just anyone could articulate; someone of notable strength in his family must have guided him, or else he could not have instantly pointed out the drawbacks of focusing solely on physical cultivation.

It was just a pity that he was not focused on physical cultivation; he didn’t need to cultivate at all.

The brat in front of him was excessively arrogant, seemingly spoiled rotten by his family, which had turned his actions ruthless. Such a person would not have the chance to grow in the Cultivation World.

Because he would inevitably offend someone whom he shouldn’t, and then he would be forcefully obliterated—an all too common occurrence in the Cultivation World.

“I always enjoy dealing with those who think highly of their strength. Since you are so determined, I don’t mind playing along.”

Li Xiaobai hooked his finger, smiling faintly.

“Hmph, such big talk. Let’s see how the young master destroys your Dantian!”

Zhang Jiao sneered, a cold look appearing on his face, his figure flickered, and his fingers transformed into claws, striking fiercely towards Li Xiaobai’s Dantian.

[Attribute Points +100…]

Li Xiaobai neither dodged nor resisted, allowing Zhang Jiao’s talon to strike his lower abdomen.

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But ultimately, his cultivation level was just too weak, with Attribute Points only increasing by a hundred—this round, I was indeed bullying a child.

No, that brute of a child was ruthless and vicious; my action was to educate him, to be a scourge for the populace.

Zhang Jiao’s expression completely changed, as the force in his hands dissipated without a trace when it contacted Li Xiaobai’s body, like a clay ox entering the sea.

“What exactly is your cultivation level?”

Zhang Jiao demanded loudly, his expression still sinister but with a hint of lacking confidence.

“Didn’t the portrait explain everything?”

Li Xiaobai said lightly, with his hands clasped behind his back.

“You’re courting death!”

Zhang Jiao’s Internal Cultivation Technique madly circulated within him, an intense aura swept across the arena, with veins bulging and muscles swelling on his palms, doubling in size from before.

“This is the Zhang Family’s Great Tombstone Smashing Hand!”

“It is said that when this palm technique is mastered to perfection, it can split mountains and break stones. It was realized by the Zhang Family ancestors while contemplating in front of a stone tablet years ago. I didn’t expect that at the young age of fourteen or fifteen, this boy has already mastered this technique. Truly, his future is boundless!”

“Yes, the Zhang Family descendent is extraordinary!”

The surrounding onlookers whispered among themselves and nodded frequently, their gazes towards Zhang Jiao becoming solemn. Such talent was considered extremely outstanding.

“It’s just that this temperament needs to be polished; acting so domineering, the path ahead will be difficult!”

“Indeed!”

Below the stage, several youths, with smiles on their lips, subtly encircled Zong Hu in the middle and said coldly, “Worthless Hu, don’t even think about running.”

This was Zhang Jiao’s prior instruction, to be prepared for both outcomes—if Li Xiaobai was crippled, Zong Hu would be the next target; if he was defeated, then they would use Zong Hu to threaten the opponent. Either way, it was a no-lose situation.

Zong Hu trembled in fear, he indeed had the intention to slip away just now, completely unsure of Li Xiaobai’s true strength.

But now, he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.

His small hands involuntarily clenched tightly, secretly praying in his heart that Li Xiaobai was truly as powerful as the portrait claimed, able to crush Zong Hu.

On the stage.

Li Xiaobai’s eyes narrowed slightly, still with his hands behind his back, watching indifferently everything happening before him.

Zhang Jiao, through an unknown method, infused his Blood Qi into his hands, coupled with the circulation of Spiritual Power and the guidance of Blood Qi through his Cultivation Technique, significantly increasing the power of his palm technique.

For such a young age to use the technique to such a level of perfection, the aptitude of cultivators from Aolai Country was indeed much stronger than those from the outside world.

“Bang!”

Still, Li Xiaobai allowed the giant palm to strike his chest and didn’t budge an inch, stable as Mount Tai.

[Attribute Point +300…]

The Reflect ability activated.

In just an instant, Zhang Jiao’s face drastically changed. He felt an immense force surge into his palm and sweep through his body, causing his arm bones to fracture under the impact.

“Pfft!”

Zhang Jiao coughed up blood, was sent flying backward, and crashed at the edge of the stage, his entire body limp, his eyes filled with terror. In that moment, his opponent hadn’t made a single move, yet he was severely injured. Worthless Hu was right; this was an expert!

“You’re no ordinary person, you’re an expert!”

“With such strength, why would you align yourself with the Zong Family!”

“You did this on purpose; the Zong Family is just a front. You just wanted an excuse to defeat the descendants of various clans!”

“My father will not let you off; you dare to protect the Zong Family, you won’t leave Aolai Country alive!”

Zhang Jiao roared in anger.

To this, Li Xiaobai just chuckled, flipping his wrist to reveal a longsword in his hand, and said with a grim smile, “Little brother, you can eat your food recklessly, but you can’t speak recklessly. Sometimes, the wrong words can lead to death!”