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Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 323 - 263-265: Offerings from the Sects, Martial Contest, Defeat, Buffoonery? Invincible, Playing Around
Boom——
The two fists collided fiercely, and those worried about Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
Yet when the deafening roar rang out, the one sent flying wasn’t Lin Chang’sheng—it was Zhuge Buping.
This scene instantly made everyone’s eyes widen in disbelief!
Spurt—
Zhuge Buping, thrown backwards through the air, coughed up a mouthful of blood before even hitting the ground—it was clear he was badly injured.
Once he landed, he couldn’t even lift his head for a long time.
Seeing this, Li Jiantang and Su Changkong both frowned. This kid actually defeated Zhuge Buping with a single punch?
Does he really have Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation?
But what we sensed was only Golden Core Early Stage! How could he be this powerful?
"I only used ten percent of my strength, and you’re already down?"
Lin Chang’sheng sneered, tossing this line back at Zhuge Buping.
Zhuge Buping struggled to lift his head, tried to open his mouth to say something, but before he could get the words out, he passed out cold.
Who knows if he fainted from the blow or just got pissed off by Lin Chang’sheng.
But Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t lying—this really was less than ten percent of his cultivation.
If he unleashed his full power, Zhuge Buping would’ve been smashed into a puddle of blood in a single strike.
"Which sect is this guy from? How can his cultivation be this strong?"
"No idea! But no matter how talented he is, slapping Liuyun Immortal Sect in the face won’t go down well for him!"
"Exactly! This is Liuyun Immortal Sect’s turf—no way he walks out of here unscathed!"
The crowd around started chattering and speculating.
"Friend, you’re quite skilled. Let me test you myself!"
Zhuge Buping had just fallen, and Zhao Fuhu leapt out, determined to regain some pride for his master.
Thanks to a stroke of luck at Sea God Tower, Zhao Fushe’s cultivation had skyrocketed.
He’s easily one of the sect’s top prodigies now.
After all, whether it’s Cao De, Zhuge Buping, Lin Caiyin, or Xin Yun’Er—they’re all just Golden Core Early Stage.
Only he had reached the Peak of Golden Core Middle Stage.
With this cultivation, he’s already on par with the elders.
So in Zhao Fuhu’s eyes, handling Lin Chang’sheng—a Golden Core Early Stage—was more than sufficient.
Yet when Lin Chang’sheng looked at Zhao Fuhu, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
This bastard really has a long life—he’s actually survived till now.
Now that he’s picked a fight with me, like hell I’ll let him walk away.
"Liuyun Immortal Sect, Zhao Fuhu, here to learn from your skills, friend!"
Zhao Fuhu was much more polite than Zhuge Buping.
But they’re all cut from the same cloth, so it doesn’t mean much.
"Long Tian!"
Lin Chang’sheng tossed out a fake name.
Crack——
In the next instant, the magical power inside Zhao Fuhu surged, lightning crackled all around him.
Streams of thunder tore through the air, carrying terrifying might.
"Watch yourself!"
Zhao Fuhu barked coldly, and slammed his palm forward.
The powerful Thunderbolt Palm Seal surged through space, crackling as it struck out—its force was formidable.
If it were an ordinary Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator, there’s no way they’d withstand this palm strike from Zhao Fuhu.
But Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t phased in the least.
He simply threw out a casual palm, looking plain and unremarkable—yet the moment it collided with the Thunderbolt Palm Seal,
it immediately shattered the dominating Thunderbolt Palm Seal in an instant.
"What the..."
Zhao Fuhu’s jaw practically dropped, stunned as his Thunderbolt Palm Seal was instantly crushed.
He was Peak of Golden Core Middle Stage! Even with the power of Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root—he couldn’t beat this Golden Core Early Stage?
Lin Chang’sheng’s palm carried an unstoppable momentum, splintered the Thunderbolt Palm Seal and continued blasting toward Zhao Fuhu.
Zhao Fuhu never saw that coming.
He was Peak Golden Core Middle Stage, plus Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root, and still couldn’t take the guy on?
Stunned, Zhao Fuhu even forgot to dodge.
The palm seal was about to slam right into Zhao Fuhu, its power overwhelming.
If it hit, his meridians might be shattered—if he was lucky, he’d need half a month to recover; if not, he could be killed outright.
So Li Jiantang instantly waved his hand, surging with Nascent Soul Magical Power, blasting apart Lin Chang’sheng’s palm seal in a flash.
In Sea God Tower’s space, Li Jiantang had unexpectedly advanced and broken through to the Early Stage of Nascent Soul.
So his status within the sect rose sharply.
With his palm seal destroyed, Lin Chang’sheng glared up at Li Jiantang on the high platform, deeply annoyed.
If it weren’t for that old bastard, Zhao Fuhu would be dead by now.
"Why are elders interfering in a match between disciples?"
"Yeah! Can’t win, so now Liuyun Immortal Sect resorts to cheating?"
"Looks that way. I thought Liuyun were supposed to play fair, but guess they’re just as rotten as the rest!"
"Fair? You kidding me? Haven’t you heard about Su Changkong killing his own brothers for Heaven and Earth Qi?"
...
The crowd below started whispering among themselves, afraid to raise their voices in case Su Changkong overheard.
At first, plenty of sects admired Liuyun Immortal Sect.
But from Zhuge Buping’s dirty sneak attack to Li Jiantang now protecting his disciples—
the goodwill toward Liuyun Immortal Sect had vanished without a trace.
"Young man, this round goes to Fuhu. May I ask, what sect are you from?"
Li Jiantang frowned slightly and inquired.
He’d figured this tournament would be Liuyun Immortal Sect’s big show.
But Lin Chang’sheng just threw a wrench in all their plans.
Zhao Fuhu was considered Liuyun’s strongest disciple, and even he couldn’t handle Lin Chang’sheng. The rest stand no chance.
If Liuyun Immortal Sect can’t claim first place, this whole tournament may as well be canceled.







