He directly blocked the entrance to the stone chamber, preventing Chu Feng from entering.

In the cultivation room, there were plenty of people like this.

Relying on their strong cultivation, they didn't want to spend spirit stones and forcibly occupied the secret chamber for their own cultivation!

"That's Senior Brother Wang Ling!"

Someone recognized the young man and whispered.

Wang Ling was a disciple of the Martial Dao Institute, ranked on the Earth Ranking, far above Yang Gang. His cultivation was also at the Eighth Layer of the Hundred Refinements, but his foundation was much stronger than Yang Gang's!

He was notorious in the Outer Court.

He often forcibly occupied the secret chambers of new disciples for his own cultivation.

"Newcomer, I didn't expect you to be quite wealthy, but the third-level secret chamber is not for you to use! Out of kindness, I'll use it on your behalf!"

"Move aside!"

Wang Ling said nonchalantly.

Chu Feng frowned slightly, standing still.

"What? Not moving?" Wang Ling's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Around them, many companions who had come along also shouted in unison.

"Kid, I advise you to step aside obediently!"

"As a newcomer, you should understand the rules of the Destiny Academy! You are weak, so you're destined to be bullied! This secret chamber is not a place for weaklings like you!"

"Exactly!"

Everyone mocked in unison.

Yang Gang and the others heard this and also wore sinister smiles.

Every new disciple would be bullied by people like this!

Without strength, they could only swallow their grievances!

There was no other way!

"That's Senior Brother Wang Ling! Even I don't dare to provoke him. This Chu Feng, it's just his bad luck!" Yang Gang sneered.

However, at that moment, Chu Feng stepped forward, blocking Wang Ling from entering the secret chamber.

"What do you mean by this?" Wang Ling asked coldly.

"Get lost!"

Chu Feng spat out a single word.

As soon as he spoke, the scene fell into dead silence.

"What did you say? If you have the guts, say it again!" Wang Ling asked coldly, his gaze icy. In front of so many people, this newcomer dared to defy him!

"I said..."

Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged, speaking calmly, "Get lost!"

"Kid, you're courting death!"

Wang Ling was furious, throwing a punch directly at Chu Feng.

He wanted to teach Chu Feng a lesson!

Boom!

The punch exploded, it was the Brute Force Fist! The airwaves roared, and he was confident that with his Eighth Layer of the Hundred Refinements cultivation, he could crush Chu Feng in an instant!

"Good hit!"

"Some newcomers just don't know their place, thinking too highly of themselves!"

"Senior Brother, teach him a lesson, let him know what rules are!"

Everyone cheered in unison, loudly applauding Wang Ling's move!

Bang!

The punch arrived in an instant, with visible energy rippling through the air.

But.

Just as the fist was about to touch Chu Feng.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly reached out! He threw a punch, straightforward and direct.

No fancy moves, not even using a martial technique, simple and direct.

A punch was thrown!

"Courting death!" Seeing Chu Feng's response, Wang Ling sneered.

Even Yang Gang and the others couldn't help but laugh! At the Seventh Layer of Hundred Temperings, not using martial techniques, and wanting to contend with an Eighth Layer expert?

This was wishful thinking!

However!

With a boom, the fists collided.

Wang Ling's expression changed instantly, turning deathly pale. He felt as if his fist had struck a mountain!

Unbreakable!

A surging force rushed through his arm, charging towards him.

Crack!

With a loud crack, Wang Ling was sent flying backward.

His arm broke instantly.

Everyone was stunned, watching the scene before them, unable to react.

"Ahhhh! You, you actually crippled my arm!" Wang Ling screamed in agony, rolling on the ground in pain!

He couldn't believe it.

With just one punch, he was defeated!

Even the disciples present were all in shock.

"This!" Yang Gang and the others frowned, their minds shaken.

"Get lost!" Chu Feng walked towards the stone door, saying coldly.

Everyone fell silent, trembling slightly, knowing in their hearts that this newcomer was not someone they could provoke!

At the entrance of the secret chamber.

As if he remembered something, Chu Feng grinned, raising his eyes to look at Yang Gang.

"Do you want to challenge me?" His tone was calm and indifferent.

Yang Gang trembled.

His voice stuttered slightly.

"No... no!"

"Junior Brother must have heard wrong, how could I dare to challenge Junior Brother!"

He was drenched in cold sweat, seeing Wang Ling's miserable state, he could no longer be arrogant!

This Chu Feng was too strange!

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Clearly only at the Seventh Layer of Hundred Temperings, but the strength he displayed could actually crush an Eighth Layer martial artist!

He was simply a monster!

"That's better!" Chu Feng nodded indifferently, striding into the secret chamber.

Bang!

The secret chamber closed, leaving everyone in a daze!

Inside the secret chamber, Chu Feng immediately began cultivating.

"Seven days!"

"In seven days, it's the time for the three major institutes' assessment. I practice the sword, skilled in sword techniques, the Sword Institute is my best choice!"

"And the Sword Institute... is also the most difficult to assess! To enter the Sword Institute, in these seven days, I not only have to recover from my injuries but also consolidate my physical body!"