Invincible Martial King

This was a question that concerned the face of the entire First Peak. Even if the seniors and juniors who were usually prejudiced against each other, they temporarily put aside their grudges and decided to unite with the outside world and deal with the direct disciple named Han San first. Those with a discerning eye would be able to see that Lei Cheng had sent Han San to humiliate them with his First Peak, and it could even be said that he did not care about face at all.    

In the end, another direct disciple came out to fight. His strength was several times stronger than Qingyang, and he was also well-versed in cultivation techniques, making it a little difficult for Han San to deal with him. But even so, the result did not change at all and he was beaten down to the ground by the former after a battle.    

In an instant, the scene turned solemn once again.    

Especially the many disciples of the First Peak, almost everyone clenched their fists and wished that they could charge forward and beat up this youth from Han San. However, most of them had the heart but not the strength.    

"Too weak."    

Han San remained silent as he coldly spat out a few words.    

"Senior Sister Zhao, that's not all your First Peak can do, right?"    

"If that's really the case, then I am truly very disappointed. This Exquisite Tea Meeting is only enough for all of you to attend. As for the qualification to host it, you should give it up as soon as possible." Lei Cheng sneered again and again as he said in a weird tone. His gaze swept across Zhao Menger and finally stopped on Lu Chen. He felt very happy in his heart.    

"Kid, since you dare to offend me, I'll make sure you lose all your face before taking care of it." Looking at Lu Chen's figure, Lei Cheng's eyes turned gloomy.    

It seemed that it was indeed because of him, he had Lei Cheng arrange someone to target the First Peak. However, Lu Chen did not have any intentions of making a move yet; he had not been in the Blue Cloud Sect for very long, and wanted to see how big the difference was between the strength of the First Peak and the arrival of the other three peaks.    

"Junior Lei, why do you seem to have some objections with my First Peak? If you doubt my First Peak's qualifications, you might as well make an exception and let us spar, how about it? "    

Zhao Menger was a natural born beauty with an elegant temperament. However, Lei Cheng's words and actions made her completely angry. The smile on Zhao Menger's face faded as her clear and bright eyes flashed with the intent to fight. As a senior direct disciple, he wasn't an ordinary person. With his outstanding strength, he naturally had a lot of confidence. Moreover, he was the pearl of the Zhao Family of the Four Great Families.    

Hearing this, Lei Cheng frowned, and a hint of gloominess appeared in his eyes. Although they were both at Innate Martial Master Stage, his strength was still a lot weaker than Zhao Menger's.    

Zhao Menger's words were simple and forceful, and it instantly made Lei Cheng speechless. Seeing this scene, all the disciples from First Peak applauded. Senior Sister Zhao was indeed worthy of being a senior direct disciple, not only was she beautiful, but also valiant and overbearing.    

"Senior Sister Zhao, Senior Brother Lei was just being straightforward. You must not argue with him."    

"Also, in the past, there was a rule that senior direct disciples were not allowed to spar. As for the following matches, it's better to hurry up and send out the senior and junior disciples to fight them.    

Seeing that the atmosphere had turned incomparably heavy, Lee Yue smiled as she spoke to Zhao Menger, breaking the deadlock.    

"Thank you for the reminder, Junior Sister Li. However, my First Peak is not that bad; I can't even handle a single Junior Brother with Seventh Layer Of Martial Master." Zhao Menger glanced at him and said in an indifferent tone.    

Lee Yue smiled and didn't say anything else.    

"What a despicable fellow. If this continues, our First Peak will lose all face." Zhou Wang clenched his fist. If it wasn't because he was weak, he would have already charged forward.    

"Senior Brother Zhou, don't be anxious, there are so many direct disciples in our First Peak, can't we even take care of him?" There were quite a few direct disciples in the First Peak, and there were even several figures who remained unmoving like boulders. Even if they lost two matches consecutively, they were unmoved by it, and if they were not wrong, they were the top direct disciples that Zhao Menger invited this time. Otherwise, how could First Peak stand side by side with the other mountain peaks when there were only two people who could take them out?    

"Senior Sister Zhao, Senior Yun, let me do it." A man suddenly stood up, a three foot long sword in his hand, his face was as resolute as a blade, his pitch black deep eyes emitted a luster, that substance-like sword intent made many disciples whose cultivations were close to the point of being intimidated, feeling a chill down their spines.    

"Sorry for the trouble, junior brother Jiang." Zhao Menger nodded slightly.    

"What a strong sword intent." Lu Chen noticed that the man holding the sword was one of the few figures that did not move at all.    

"This is great! With Senior Brother Jiang Zhonghe helping out, we have a guaranteed victory!" Zhou Wang's face was full of excitement. This man who was holding a sword seemed to have done a great job.    

"Buzz!"    

The battle erupted in an instant as a scorching and domineering sword light rushed over with a devastating aura. The overflowing energy was as sharp as knives and the two figures seemed to cross each other back and forth. Their speed and strength were quite tyrannical.    

"Bam!"    

The battle started quickly, and ended even faster. The youth named Han San finally lost, but First Peak and the man holding the sword did not take too much advantage either, his clothes had several eye-catching fist marks imprinted on them.    

"Alright!"    

"Senior Jiang's One Breath Sword Technique is becoming more and more superb."    

"Let them experience the strength of our First Peak."    

… ….    

Seeing that the man holding the sword had won, the disciples of the First Peak started cheering without any restraint.    

"The competition isn't over yet. Don't be happy too early." This was another female disciple, not only did she have an outstanding appearance, her fighting strength was also equally strong. It was a bit difficult for even the man with the sword to deal with her, but in the end she still barely won a move, but she had also paid a heavy price.    

The man holding the sword was as silent as a block of wood, but his demeanor was incomparably outstanding. After consecutively defeating three Second Peak direct disciples, he was defeated in the fourth match due to the effects of his injuries.    

Zhao Menger's eyes were filled with splendor, seemingly very satisfied.    

Seeing this scene, Lu Chen secretly nodded his head. Although the First Peak has declined, it is not too different from the other mountain peaks. At the very least, there are still a few exceptionally outstanding people.    

Under Lei Cheng's arrangement, the Second Peak seems to be on purpose with the First Peak, even if there is still such a powerful man like the sword wielding man, a direct disciple of the Second Peak will also be fighting in the arena. Between the two peaks, your side can fight with me, and it will be hard for both sides to last more than three matches.    

"Today, the sun has risen from the west, so Second Peak and First Peak are stronger than before." Wu Jiang smacked his lips and could feel the strong smell of gunpowder between the two peaks.