My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 141 - 46: True Thunder’s Wrath

To advance in the Sect Grand Competition, a disciple had to win seven consecutive rounds. By that point, the number of participants would be whittled down to about two to three hundred.

At that point, the competition would shift to an arena-challenge format. Fifty disciples would be chosen as defenders, and the remaining disciples could freely challenge any of them.

Only disciples who successfully defended their platform until the end of the competition, or those who won three consecutive matches during the challenge phase, could be accepted into the Inner Sect.

This measure was to prevent those who arranged the matchups for the first seven rounds from accepting bribes. Any lucky individuals who had advanced by continuously defeating weak opponents would also be eliminated in this round.

Yang Jing was chosen as one of the defenders. Unsurprisingly, a long time passed, and not a single person dared to challenge him.

He looked at the other two disciples who had intentionally lost during the first seven rounds, scratching his head. Still, establishing a master-disciple relationship within the Five Elements True Spirit Sect had its advantages. At the very least, he would be able to pass the Cultivation Techniques he learned from the Sect directly to them, bypassing any Dao Heart oaths.

Ren Xingzhou was also quite tempted. During the first seven rounds of Magical Combat, he had only lasted until the sixth round before being defeated by a senior disciple at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer.

However, after a moment’s hesitation, he reluctantly abandoned the idea.

He had made a bold declaration in Kang Guang Tower that he would reach Core Formation. Yet today, after just one minor setback, he was considering debasing himself by asking to become Yang Jing’s disciple.

If he actually did that, Ren Xingzhou knew he wouldn’t be able to respect himself.

Just then, a red-faced Daoist in a loose hemp robe walked over, and the Outer Disciples along his path immediately and respectfully cleared a path.

Within the Sect, those who didn’t have to wear the standard Daoist Robe were mostly at the Foundation Establishment Realm. The more discerning disciples even recognized this Daoist as Minister Liu Jingshao of the True Martial Hall, the master of Ji Chengfeng.

"You’re Yang Jing?"

He scrutinized Yang Jing with a piercing gaze.

"This disciple is Yang Jing."

"Before seeing you, I’d thought you were a wild, unrestrained individual. I didn’t expect you to be no different from all the other stick-in-the-muds."

Liu Jingshao said, his voice laced with disappointment.

"This is simply who this disciple is. I’m sorry to have disappointed Junior Martial Uncle Liu."

Yang Jing replied, his tone neither servile nor arrogant.

"Now that’s a bit more like one of those Sword Cultivators from the Taixu Sword Sect."

Liu Jingshao raised his hand, and his disciple, Ji Chengfeng, walked forward with a humble and respectful expression. There was no trace of his former arrogance and tyranny. Anyone seeing him now would have taken him for an honest and filial person.

"Ji Chengfeng, you will challenge his platform. If you can’t win, you can stay in the Outer Sect for another year."

Ji Chengfeng’s face stiffened.

He had never imagined that not only would his master not stand up for him, but he would actually force him to fight this brute again.

"Master, I..."

The difference in status between an Outer Disciple and an Inner Sect Disciple was as vast as that between heaven and earth. He was not without rivals; Liu Jingshao had five disciples in total. Ji Chengfeng was merely his master’s favorite because he possessed a Thunder-Fire Spiritual Root.

His master’s favoritism had already made his four senior martial brothers resentful. If he failed to advance to the Inner Sect this year, his situation would likely become difficult.

"What? You’ve lost your nerve? Weren’t you quite bold that day when you attacked so recklessly?"

Liu Jingshao’s words made Ji Chengfeng’s heart leap into his throat. His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but his throat was so dry that he couldn’t utter a sound.

"You lost face for me. Today, you’re going to win it back."

"Yes! This disciple understands!"

Ji Chengfeng said, his voice strained.

Soon, news that Ji Chengfeng was going to challenge Yang Jing’s platform spread with astonishing speed. The Inner and Outer Sects’ disciples and even the True Disciples who had already left all rushed back. The crowd was now even larger than it had been at the very start of the Sect Grand Competition.

In the crowd, Yang Jing even saw Yue Fashan, the man who had piloted the Flying Boat that brought their group to the Sect.

Once on the Magic Battle Platform, the look Ji Chengfeng gave Yang Jing was no longer just hatred, but venomous malice. In his eyes, his own great future had been ruined by Yang Jing, who had caused him to lose his master’s favor and now had to waste another year in the Outer Sect.

"Ji Chengfeng, in my eyes, you’re nothing but a complete waste."

Yang Jing said to Ji Chengfeng, rising into the air on his Flying Sword.

He hadn’t forgotten how Ji Chengfeng had suddenly used a Thunder Technique to launch a sneak attack on Yinjiao.

Yang Jing was sure that Ji Chengfeng hadn’t been holding back at all back then. Only after seeing Liu Jingshao today did he understand the motive.

Although Liu Jingshao hadn’t practiced any Body Refining Techniques, his physique was formidable, and a barely perceptible aura of Five Elements Thunder wreathed his body. He was clearly a profound master of the Five Elements Thunder Technique.

Ji Chengfeng’s vicious attack on Yinjiao was meant to injure him so severely that he couldn’t appear on the platform today. He didn’t want Yinjiao to attract the attention of his master, Liu Jingshao, and give himself another junior martial brother to compete with.

The thought that Ji Chengfeng had intended to cripple Yinjiao for such a ridiculous reason stirred a rare killing intent within Yang Jing.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator serving as the referee stared wide-eyed. He had officiated so many rounds of Magical Combat in this Sect Grand Competition, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a simple and direct personal attack.

Ji Chengfeng’s eyes turned red, and he was instantly consumed by rage. He gripped the Kui Beast Copper Seal, and blazing Bing Fire True Thunder shot out from his body.

"I’ll beat you to your knees!"

With a flash and a crash, the dazzling lightning was so bright that disciples with lower Cultivation couldn’t even keep their eyes open.

The power of the profound, black Sword Gang was in no way inferior to the crimson lightning. The two forces collided, and the dissipating Sword Gang and lightning scattered, causing the Spiritual Light of the Magic Battle Platform to flicker violently.

The sheer power of the clash sent a wave of commotion through the Outer Disciples. They hadn’t expected the Magical Combat between the two to be even more spectacular than what had been recorded in the Mirage Pearl.

"That’s an impressive threat. It’s a shame you didn’t shout it like that the other day instead of turning tail and running."

Under Yang Jing’s control, the Ren Water Sword Gang flowed like a great ocean, vast, unrestrained, and relentless.

The veins on Ji Chengfeng’s forehead throbbed as if they were about to burst. He pushed the Kui Beast Copper Seal to its absolute limit; the Tier Two Spiritual Artifact could massively amplify the power of his Thunder Technique.

The surging Bing Fire True Thunder grew so intense it nearly wounded him.

"You’ve been in the Sect for two years and you only know a single Bing Fire Thunder Technique? It seems to me you’ve spent all your time kissing ass."

Yang Jing unleashed his Sword Gang. An incomparably sharp stream of it pierced straight through the searing lightning, startling Ji Chengfeng and drenching him in a cold sweat.

His face flushed crimson as he fired off four or five bolts of Bing Fire True Thunder in succession, wanting to blast Yang Jing’s mouth to smithereens.

"Did your family go to all that trouble to send you to the Five Elements True Spirit Sect just so you could learn how to kiss ass?"

In the Five Elements True Spirit Sect, some disciples were admitted during the grand entrance ceremony year. Others gained entry by accumulating merits in the Demon Suppression Army, or by presenting a Five Elements Order.

There was also another way: when a family felt their disciple’s Talent was too outstanding to wait five years, they could proactively send the disciple to the Sect to have their aptitude tested at the Five Elements Dharma Platform.

With such outstanding Talent, Ji Chengfeng had naturally entered the Sect this way.

"I’ll kill you!"

He unleashed the thunder in a fury, the surging Bing Fire True Thunder so wild it even scorched his own skin.

Yang Jing wielded his Sword Technique with graceful ease, effortlessly blocking the Bing Fire True Thunder just by shrinking his defensive sword circle.

"A meager Thunder Technique like that won’t kill me. At the end of the day, you’re just a waste of space who only dares to show off in front of the weak. The moment you see a real expert, you just shrivel up. How could a coward like you ever properly wield a Thunder Technique?"

The next moment, a pitch-black, profound Ren Water True Thunder surged from Yang Jing’s body.

"Allow me to show you how it’s done."