Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 1091: The Ant Shaking the Tree, Overestimating One’s Abilities!

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: The Ant Shaking the Tree, Overestimating One’s Abilities!

"In accordance with the rules of the Sect Convention, since Bitao Martial Academy has sent a Core Disciple to challenge, then our Purple Flame Sect will also send a Core Disciple to meet the challenge."

Elder Zu Tiangang narrowed his eyes, taking a few good looks at Fang Bai, discerning that this genius disciple from Bitao Martial Academy was not simple, and speculating that his true fighting strength must greatly exceed his realm of Cultivation Level. After a moment’s thought, his gaze shifted to a Purple Flame Sect disciple below the Stone Platform, and he said gravely, "Tie Zheng, you will represent our Purple Flame Sect and fight this disciple from Bitao Martial Academy! Remember, this is a decisive battle of win or lose, so do not disgrace our Purple Flame Sect!"

During the martial arts competition segment of the Sect Convention, the major sects usually send out nine disciples to compete, with victory in five matches considered the final win.

And a single match to determine victory or defeat is also permitted by the Sect Convention, although without great certainty, few sects dare take this risk.

After all, once a match is lost, the ranking would plummet, and the Cultivation Resources allocated over the next five years would decrease accordingly.

Core Disciple versus Core Disciple, although seemingly fair, was genuinely unfair.

The Purple Flame Sect was a third-tier Sect, with its Core Disciples at the Desolate Level High Rank. On the other hand, Bitao Martial Academy was only a fourth-tier Sect, and its Core Disciples were at Heaven Level High Rank. Between the two, there was a whole great realm of difference in Cultivation Level.

And the difference of one great realm in Cultivation Level, when reflected in actual strength, was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Under normal circumstances, a Desolate Level High Rank Martial Artist could easily defeat ten Heaven Level High Rank Martial Artists.

In the eyes of the Sect Disciples present, even if Fang Bai had hidden some of his strength, facing Tie Zheng whose Cultivation Level surpassed his by an entire great realm left him without a chance of victory.

Elder Zu Tiangang, upon learning that Fang Bai was a once-in-a-millennium Martial Dao Genius from Bitao Martial Academy, and also favored by Bai Fang, an intermediate Artifact Refiner and Alchemist, had already harbored a hint of murderous intent. Now, provoked repeatedly in public by Fang Bai, he finally grew truly angry and decided that at all costs, this boy with boundless potential must be nipped in the bud.

As for whether Bai Fang would retaliate against the Purple Flame Sect or whether the Xuannv Sect had decided to form a marriage alliance with Bitao Martial Academy, Elder Zu Tiangang put these issues out of his mind for the time being.

A figure leaped high from the Stone Platform, landing lightly and silently on the Platform, facing Fang Bai, it was Tie Zheng, the Core Disciple of the Purple Flame Sect whom Elder Zu Tiangang had called upon.

"Core Disciple of the Purple Flame Sect, Tie Zheng, here to answer the challenge!"

After Tie Zheng landed, he cupped his hands towards Fang Bai.

Tie Zheng was around forty years of age, not tall with slightly dark skin, and his bright eyes sparkled with agility. His whole body exuded a fierce aura.

Those who knew Tie Zheng from the Purple Flame Sect were aware that he was a ruthless character who killed without batting an eyelid. Beneath his clothes was a body with muscles that bulged high like they were cast from steel, each muscle contained a heart-palpitating strength. Martial Artists of equal strength would not engage him in a head-on clash.

As Tie Zheng spoke, he sized up Fang Bai, his gaze filled with contempt for the weak, as if the very match against Fang Bai was an insult to him.

Tie Zheng was a smart man; he knew that the Sect Master naming him for this match was not just about beating Fang Bai. If he "accidentally" killed Fang Bai during the match, the Sect Master would surely be pleased.

"Elder Ge, please calm yourself, and for now, take your seat back on the stone chair."

Fang Bai ignored Tie Zheng, pointed to Elder Zu Tiangang’s place, and with a smile said to Ge Feng, who was standing in front of him, "That position will soon belong to our Bitao Martial Academy."

"Fang Bai, you... take care of yourself..."

Hearing Fang Bai speak thus, Ge Feng truly calmed down. He figured rather than senselessly accompanying Fang Bai to his death, it would be more sensible to save his capable self to lead the other disciples of Bitao Martial Academy to find the slightest chance of survival. Seeing Tie Zheng ascend the Platform and knowing he could not prevent the duel, he let out a sigh, his face reflecting his sorrow, before retreating to sit in his own stone chair.

From Tie Zheng’s body, Ge Feng sensed a surging killing intent. Knowing this battle was fraught with more danger than luck for Fang Bai, he closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch.

"Fang Bai, make your move! If you don’t, I fear you’ll never have the chance again!"

Tie Zheng, who had been ignored by Fang Bai, was a bit annoyed; his fists clenched tight, cracking with a burst of sound.

"Do you want to die or live?"

Fang Bai glanced at Tie Zheng and asked lazily.

Tie Zheng was startled, but then laughed instead of getting angry, "You really are crazy! Only a madman would say such a thing!"

"If you want to live, get lost! If you want to die, I’ll oblige you!"

Fang Bai spoke indifferently.

Fang Bai’s goal was to pull the Purple Flame Sect from its dominating position in Thousand Lakes Country and elevate Bitao Martial Academy. He did not wish to slaughter needlessly, but if any foolhardy souls presented themselves, killing a few to establish dominance was not out of the question.

"For a brash kid like you to have lived till now is truly a miracle!"

Tie Zheng laughed loudly as he approached Fang Bai. With each step, his aura grew stronger, and the robust True Essence began to rapidly gather at the end of his right fist.

"But meeting me, this miracle comes to an end! You, die!"

The words "you, die" exploded from Tie Zheng’s mouth, the sound waves imbued with True Essence Force like thunder, causing many of the martial artists beneath the stone platform to feel a buzzing in their ears, their spirits momentarily unsettled.

With that roaring shout, Tie Zheng’s figure suddenly accelerated, like a cannonball shot forth, charging towards Fang Bai with the force of thunderous fury, and then his right fist, powered by the momentum, thundered out.

With this punch, Tie Zheng showed no mercy, aiming for a life-snatching blow.

The punch tore through the air, splitting the atmosphere, its speed so fast that it caused a faint sonic boom. In an instant, it had touched the cloth of Fang Bai’s chest. In the next moment, it would surge into Fang Bai’s body, then explode outward, shattering his internal organs.

Many martial artists sighed in regret, thinking that this martial dao genius from Bitao Martial Academy, not seen in a thousand years, was about to fall.

Even Liu Qingqing, who had always had great confidence in Fang Bai, suddenly closed her eyes when Tie Zheng’s fist touched Fang Bai’s clothes, fearing the worst.

On the side of the Xuannv Sect, neither Han Xingyu on the stone platform nor Zhuge Lian below it worried for Fang Bai. They widened their eyes, eager to see how Fang Bai would counter Tie Zheng, while inwardly offering condolences for Tie Zheng.

A Desolate Level high rank fighter attacking a Cosmic Level junior rank, Tie Zheng was not just seeking abuse but courting death.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating oneself!"

Zhuge Lian’s eyes sparkled with excitement, watching Tie Zheng’s rapid advance. She could already foresee his downfall and murmured to herself.

Tie Zheng’s fist, when it was an inch away from Fang Bai’s chest, seemed to hit an invisible barrier,

unable to advance even a fraction of an inch further.

Even his body felt as though it was stuck in thick mud, his limbs greatly hindered and restricted.

Tie Zheng suddenly looked up, seeing the mocking smile on Fang Bai’s lips, a sense of foreboding overwhelming his heart.