The vast Martial Exhibition Hall fell into a dead silence.

The Outer Disciples who witnessed this scene all thought they were still dreaming.

Li Mo had clearly just learned the Six Harmony Fist.

Yet today, he defeated Wang Hu, the tyrant of the Martial Exhibition Hall.

And with just one punch, he knocked him down so hard that he couldn't even get up.

You call this a beginner?

Are all True Disciples this outrageous?

On the grand chair, He Hongfeng's eyes flickered.

He had already touched the threshold of the Spirit Observation Realm, so he naturally saw that Li Mo had merely opened one main meridian.

His progress was undeniably fast, but that wasn't what surprised him.

Wang Hu was at the third meridian of the Vital Energy Realm.

A single meridian defeating three meridians, crushing him like this, was partly due to Wang Hu underestimating his opponent.

But it also showed that Li Mo's mastery of the fist technique far exceeded Wang Hu's!

He had seen it clearly just now.

That punch was at least at the Minor Mastery of the Six Harmony Fist!

Wang Hao sprang up and quickly went to Wang Hu's side, channeling Inner Breath to help regulate his energy and blood.

His expression had turned extremely grim.

"If Li Mo, the True Disciple, disdains sparring with Outer Disciples, then let's have a go."

"Wang Hao, that's against the rules."

He Hongfeng put down his teacup, cursing inwardly.

You're a few years into the Inner Breath Realm, looking to spar with someone in the Vital Energy Realm?

Have you no shame?

The other Outer Disciples couldn't hold back when they heard this.

When Wang Hu bullied us, you didn't say a word.

So it's only okay for him to win, right?

"I won't use Inner Breath, I'll suppress my level to the initial stage of the Vital Energy Realm."

"An Inner Disciple asking a True Disciple for guidance is within the rules, even if it reaches my master."

Wang Hao had no intention of giving him any face.

He Hongfeng's face grew darker, trying to use Futu to pressure him?

The gap between an Inner Sect Steward and an Outer Sect Steward is much larger than that between an Inner Disciple and an Outer Disciple.

He seemed to have thought of something and sneered:

"Fine, as long as you don't regret it. Junior Brother Li, what do you say? If you want to avoid the fight, that's fine too."

"Hehe."

Wang Hao ignored him, his eyes sharply fixed on Li Mo.

Li Mo squinted slightly.

Since the level would be suppressed to the same realm, it might be worth a try.

He had just entered the martial path and had never...

Moreover, during the recent combat, an inexplicable fighting spirit surged in his chest. As time passed, this fighting spirit didn't diminish but instead burned more fiercely like a wildfire.

Thus, when he first truly engaged in combat, he wasn't the least bit unfamiliar and fully displayed what he had learned.

Could this also be due to the Mystic Yin Immortal Physique?

"Please, enlighten me."

Li Mo spoke softly.

Everyone was shaken. Junior Brother Li actually accepted the challenge? He had only been learning the fist technique and stepping into the martial path for two days.

If it were a spar with another Inner Disciple, it would be understandable, but Wang Hao, who seemed approachable, was actually a sinister character...

As he spoke, Li Mo turned his head:

"Senior Brother Xiao, step aside... huh?"

Where's Old Xiao?

At some point, the space beside him was empty, and Xiao Qin was nowhere to be found.

Strange, Old Xiao didn't seem like the type to run away when things looked bad.

"Hehe, you're standing up for someone else, yet they've run off."

Wang Hao was afraid the other party wouldn't accept the challenge. He stood with his hands behind his back, a mocking smile on his lips:

"To avoid others saying I'm bullying the weak, I'll let you make the first move..."

Whoosh—

Before he finished speaking, the fist wind was already upon him.

Facing someone causing trouble, Li Mo wasn't going to be polite. His spine was like a bow, and his fist like a hammer.

He aimed three inches below the opponent's ribs and struck.

Feeling the fierce fist wind, Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, but he wasn't intimidated by the initial momentum.

Bang—

The two fists collided.

Wang Hao's arm went numb from the shock, but he didn't retreat. Confident in his combat experience, he immediately counterattacked.

But what he didn't expect was...

Li Mo seemed incredibly seasoned!

He ignored the punch aimed at his chest and instead moved in, his arm like a steel whip smashing down on the opponent's shoulder.

The momentum of his fist was continuous, requiring no pause for breath. Minor Mastery of the Six Harmony Fist?

Wang Hao's heart was filled with dread, but he couldn't retract his punch.

He also went all out, channeling his strength to the peak of the initial Vital Energy Realm, executing it perfectly.

He also knew the Minor Mastery of the Six Harmony Fist!

And...

Hmph.

Wang Hao snorted coldly, retracting his shoulder.

Li Mo's powerful punch landed on the opponent's shoulder but was held back by an invisible force, unable to land fully.

He himself was pushed back a few steps by the punch to his chest.

Inner Breath?

Li Mo exhaled a turbid breath, realizing the opponent was feigning to absorb the force, actually using Inner Breath.

But he said nothing, his fighting spirit only growing stronger.

"Again!"

"Hmm?"

Wang Hao was surprised by the kid's resilience, his inner sneer growing.

Ultimately, he lacked experience, relying on the same three tricks.

As the fight dragged on, it became apparent. This time, he used the same move as before.

If it didn't work the first time, using it again would not only be ineffective but could be countered.

In the next second.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

That kid's fist...

Smack—

Li Mo's fierce punch broke through the thin layer of Inner Breath, landing squarely on his shoulder.

Wang Hao staggered back, his face turning blue and white, his vision going black.

"Six Harmony Integration?!"

"Major Mastery?"

He Hongfeng couldn't hold his teacup, spilling the fine Pre-Rain Dragon Well tea all over his pants.

But he was oblivious, his expression dazed.

The Six Harmony Fist was basic, but that didn't mean it was simple. The more basic something is, the harder it is to master, requiring long periods of practice for each bit of progress.

Is this guy even human?

Wang Hao was caught off guard and suffered a huge loss.

But he didn't admit defeat, instead trembling with rage.

"Wang Hao, what do you think you're doing!"

Before He Hongfeng could finish speaking.

Wang Hao had already charged forward, a sinister gleam in his palm.

He aimed directly at Li Mo's dantian.

He Hongfeng followed closely, his level much higher.

But, he didn't need to intervene.

Boom—

Wang Hao flew backward like a cannonball.

Under the terrifying force, his bones made cracking sounds.

He crashed into the wall, creating a large hole.

He Hongfeng's hair stood on end, turning stiffly.

"Shang... Elder Shang."

"Master? Senior Brother Xiao?"

Li Mo was momentarily stunned, turning to see two figures at the door.

Who else could it be but Shang Wu and Xiao Qin?

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Only, the burly adult Xiao Qin was being held up by one hand, his face pale.

"Master, why are you here?"

"This kid said you were being bullied in the Martial Exhibition Hall, so I came."

Shang Wu squinted her eyes.

At this moment, she had none of her usual lazy demeanor, like a tigress whose territory had been invaded.

Li Mo understood.

No wonder Old Xiao disappeared at the start. He knew Wang Hao was a sore loser and went to Qunyu Peak to get reinforcements.

"Smart move, Old Xiao."

"Ugh... cough, Junior Brother Li, you're too kind."

Xiao Qin was put down, still unsteady, his stomach churning.

Poor him, being a Vital Energy Realm carried through the air by an Inner Manifestation Realm.

"Master, you beat him like this, is it okay?"

Li Mo withdrew his gaze.

Not far away, Wang Hao was embedded in the wall like a painting, his bones broken in who knows how many places.

Foaming at the mouth, more dead than alive, likely crippled if not dead.

"Hmph, of course, it's not okay."

Shang Wu crossed her arms, squinting her almond eyes: "Daring to touch someone under my protection, an Inner Disciple attacking a True Disciple, someone must be behind this."

"What's his name again?"

"My name... my name is He, He Hongfeng."

He Hongfeng wiped his cold sweat, his legs trembling.

Damn Wang Hao, that stupid bastard, couldn't be persuaded.

He joined too late, of all people to provoke, why her?

The older disciples knew, in Qingyuan Sect, better to offend the Sect Master than this Ninth Elder.

"Go to Divine Weapon Peak and tell Futu to get over here."

"If I don't see him in fifteen minutes, I'll pay a visit myself."

Shang Wu sat boldly on the grand chair.

"Ah? Me?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm going, I'm going..."

He Hongfeng ran out as if a beast was chasing him.

Li Mo: "???"

He was worried about escalating the situation, fearing his master would be held accountable.

But Shang Wu seemed ready to call over the big shots and beat them up too?

Xiao Qin coughed lightly, whispering:

"I heard Divine Weapon Peak used to be very tall, only shorter than Qingyuan Main Peak."

Li Mo paused, glancing out the window.

Divine Weapon Peak was clearly the shortest among the peaks, with a chunk seemingly missing from the top.

Xiao Qin continued:

"Later, Elder Han He had a conflict with Elder Shang Wu, and the peak top was destroyed by Elder Shang Wu."

Li Mo: "Ah?"

He looked at the large gap on the mountain, like a beast had taken a bite.

Turning back, his delicate and beautiful master was sipping tea with her legs crossed, a faint smile on her lips, as if recalling something pleasant.

Li Mo felt it was both absurd and surreal.

"My dear disciple, come over, are you hurt?"

Shang Wu smiled and waved.

Li Mo walked over, barely having time to feel touched before Shang Wu added:

"When Futu arrives, we should extort him a bit, are you confident?"

"Extort him?"

Li Mo was speechless.

No wonder Master arrived so quickly.