Lingxiao Pavilion's first rule: Lingxiao Pavilion disciples have one challenge opportunity per day and one opportunity to be challenged every five days! The strength of the two sides in a battle must not differ by more than three levels. Avoiding battle and being cowardly are both prohibited; violators will be expelled from the sect. The winner receives contribution points based on the opponent's disciple level, while the loser loses contribution points based on their own disciple level.
Contribution points are also known as sect contribution value!
This is a unique feature of Lingxiao Pavilion. Simply put, contribution points are equivalent to money in Lingxiao Pavilion. With enough contribution points, you can exchange them at the sect's logistics department for anything you want: pills, secret manuals, weapons, armor—anything related to cultivation can be exchanged. Of course, you can also exchange them for gold and silver, but generally speaking, sect contribution value is hard to come by, and ordinary disciples are reluctant to exchange it for gold and silver.
There are many ways to obtain sect contribution value, such as submitting your treasure hunt spoils to the sect or completing tasks assigned by the sect.
One of the most common and simplest ways to gain contribution points is through challenges! You challenge fellow disciples whose strength is less than three levels below your own; a victory grants contribution points.
That's why so many people are surrounding Yang Kai so early in the morning—everyone knows to target the weakest link.
Yang Kai's name is well-known within the Lingxiao Pavilion, not only because he holds the rare status of a trial disciple, but also because he has virtually never won a match since entering the pavilion! Every challenge he receives results in defeat.
Those who are observant naturally remember when Yang Kai was last challenged. Today marks five days since then, and according to the sect rules, they can challenge him again. Who wouldn't be tempted by these easily obtainable contribution points? Although defeating Yang Kai doesn't yield many points, every little bit helps. Moreover, the disciples who challenge Yang Kai are not wealthy or noble individuals; they certainly won't complain about even a small amount of contribution points.
In the arena, Yang Kai and Zhou Dingjun had already taken their stances, shouting in unison, "Please enlighten us!"
Though they said this, everyone knew that Yang Kai was destined for another beating!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Kai launched the first attack. His slender, thin body unleashed astonishing fighting power. He took a step forward, clenching his fist and slamming it towards Zhou Dingjun's chest. The attack was simple and direct, the fist whistling through the air, as if all his strength had been poured into it.
This punch was the Long Fist, a style practiced by every lower-level disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion. This style of fist was not profound; it was merely used for physical fitness, so the moves were naturally simple.
Zhou Dingjun remained calm, a smile on his face. This was because his cultivation level was two levels higher than Yang Kai's, making the fight inherently predictable. Just as Yang Kai's fist was about to strike, he casually twisted his body, his burly frame now appearing surprisingly agile.
The fist grazed past Zhou Dingjun's clothes, failing to injure him in the slightest. Before Yang Kai could retract his fist, Zhou Dingjun had already struck Yang Kai's forearm with his elbow, simultaneously raising his knee slightly to hit Yang Kai's abdomen.
Yang Kai grunted, enduring the excruciating pain, and hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding Zhou Dingjun's third follow-up attack.
"Huh?" Zhou Dingjun was surprised. He hadn't expected his senior brother, who was only at the third level of Body Tempering, to anticipate his moves and know how he would deal with him, thus disrupting his plan to defeat him in one fell swoop.
But this small mistake didn't affect the overall situation. Zhou Dingjun's mind raced, and he followed closely, intending to finish the fight while Yang Kai was catching his breath.
However, no sooner had he moved than Yang Kai, who had retreated, suddenly lunged forward again. The two figures rapidly closed in, and Zhou Dingjun saw the indomitable spirit and high fighting will in Yang Kai's eyes. Yang Kai clenched his fist and unleashed another long punch.
Damn it! Zhou Dingjun's heart skipped a beat. He knew he'd fallen for his opponent's trick. Although his strength was two levels higher than his senior brother's, his combat experience was inferior.
But so what if he'd been tricked? Zhou Dingjun remained calm and composed, no longer dodging, and returned the blow with his own long fist.
With two soft thuds, Yang Kai flew out. Zhou Dingjun swayed, but remained standing, his expression somewhat grave. If that attack had been delivered by an opponent of equal strength, he would have been the one sent flying.
Others might not understand the secrets of those two punches, but he felt them clearly. His senior brother's fist was even faster than his own, meaning Yang Kai had hit him first before he could hit Yang Kai.
However, Yang Kai's punch was far less powerful than Zhou Dingjun's, and Zhou Dingjun was strong and robust, while his opponent was thin and frail, his face pale and sickly, clearly malnourished. Their resilience was on completely different levels, hence the current outcome.
"Senior Brother Ye, you're too kind!" Zhou Dingjun felt a pang of bitterness. Hitting an opponent two levels below him first wasn't something to be proud of. Although he had won the fight, it felt somewhat unsatisfying.
Whispers drifted from the sidelines: "Does this guy think he's won?"
"Haha, could it be that he hasn't heard of Yang Kai's name before coming to challenge him?"
"This is truly interesting."
Zhou Dingjun raised an eyebrow. He didn't really know Yang Kai; he'd only often heard people mention this senior brother. Seeing a crowd gathered today, he joined in, never expecting such good luck—being chosen as Yang Kai's opponent.
But wasn't this already a victory? He'd sent this senior brother flying with a single punch, already possessing an overwhelming advantage. According to sect rules, the opponent should have conceded, as there was no need to continue fighting.
"Again!" Just as he was thinking this, Yang Kai, who had been sent flying and fallen to the ground, actually stood up. Far from being discouraged, his fighting spirit was even stronger, though his pale face, already sallow from the punch, was now slightly paler.
Before Zhou Dingjun could reply, Yang Kai charged forward again. Less than three feet from Zhou Dingjun, he suddenly sprang to his feet, his legs sweeping out like whips, aiming for Zhou Dingjun's lower body.
Whirlwind Kick! A basic skill practiced by every lower-level disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion, but the way Yang Kai executed it now made many of his fellow disciples, whose levels were far higher than his, seem to have gained some insight.
So this is how a whip kick can be done.
Before the crowd could even marvel, a soft thud echoed as Yang Kai was launched into the air once more.
The difference in their cultivation levels and physical abilities meant that Yang Kai was simply no match for Zhou Dingjun. Zhou Dingjun's punch landed on Yang Kai's shinbone. When Yang Kai stood up again, his steps were slightly unsteady, clearly indicating a bone injury.
"Again!" Yang Kai gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with fierce intensity.
"Bang..." Yang Kai flew backward.
"Again!"
"Bang..." Yang Kai flew backward again.
Some, unable to bear watching any longer, had already left. Others sighed, "Yang Kai's tenacity is truly remarkable. He won't give up until he's knocked unconscious!"
These words reached Zhou Dingjun's ears, and he felt a bitter pang in his heart. He hadn't expected to challenge such a crazed opponent.
Yang Kai was sent flying seven or eight times. His cheeks were swollen, even his eye sockets were blackened. He staggered, seemingly about to collapse at any moment, yet he remained as stubborn as a rock, getting up from wherever he fell, shouting, and charging forward again.
After this repeated itself, Zhou Dingjun finally turned pale: "Are you crazy? People will die if you don't admit defeat!"