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However, to the Mercy Pavilion, it was not as simple as sparring.

In the history of China, this kind of organization couldn't be called an orthodox martial arts organization. Even now, this kind of idea was still deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Thus, when the Mercy Pavilion was established, it was the opposite of the entire Chinese martial arts sect.

In every Martial Arts Competition, the sparring between the experts of the Chinese Martial Arts Sect and the Mercy Pavilion was like gunpowder. Sometimes, even blood would splash out from it.

So when the hippies appeared, everyone fell silent.

Duan Jijun also looked like he was facing a great enemy, waiting for his chance.

"You seem to be the strongest rookie this year." The hippie looked at Duan Jijun while grinning, "If I defeat you, does it mean that your entire generation has been beaten up by me?"

Duan Jijun's expression turned serious, words slowly came out of his mouth: "You are too naive!"

"Oh? "Is that so?" The hippy guy tilted his head in confusion a moment ago, but suddenly kicked the latter half of his body in an attempt to scare Duan Jijun.

Fortunately, Duan Jijun had been completely focused, and did not even relax when he spoke. The moment the hippie attacked, he took a step to the side, and at the same time, swung his right arm towards the hippie's waist.

The hippie immediately withdrew its leg and then jumped up high, jumping over Duan Jijun's arm.

Duan Jijun had already planned on using his moves. No matter whether the hippies dodged left and right or retreated, he would still use his following moves. However, he didn't think that the hippies would actually choose to jump high into the air.

It had to be known that in Chinese martial arts, it was important to not kick one's knees, meaning do not raise one's legs up, because that would easily reveal flaws, let alone fly in the air, with nowhere to borrow strength from. One simply became a live target for others.

However, the hippie jumped up high just like that, like there was a spring beneath his feet, he was completely unlucky. Even if there was a flaw, Duan Jijun would not be able to catch it in time.

"Not bad, at least you have some skill." The hippie laughed. "At least it's a little fun."

said the hippie, attacking again.

Duan Jijun focused on defending and used the power of his Eight Extreme Fist whenever he had the chance. He attacked ferociously, but the hippies would always jump up high to dodge Duan Jijun's attacks.

A few times, Duan Jijun was still unable to grab onto the hippy's weak point when it was flying in the air. Every time the hippy landed, it just happened to be in time, even if there were any weak points, it would pass in a flash, and Duan Jijun simply wasn't able to grab onto them.

The fight on the stage was still ongoing, Xu Qingmo yawned as he watched. He had sharp eyes, now that the hippies had the upper hand, Duan Jijun still had a chance, as long as he could catch the hippies' flaws in the next ten moves, he only had hope of winning. If he could not catch the hippies in the next ten moves, with his physical strength, he would not have any hope of winning anymore.

Xu Qingmo shifted his gaze from the stage to the remaining three people of the Mercy Pavilion. He realised that they did not care much about the battle on the stage, but were looking at him.

Seeing Xu Qingmo look over, the cheongsam girl immediately looked over. Wearing a long robe handsome did not have any expression, but the crutches nodded her head in good will.

Xu Qingmo grinned, then looked at the rest of the people.

Different from Xu Qingmo's sloppy attitude, the other sects and sects were all nervously staring at the fight on the stage.

"The envoys are in danger." A member of the Eight Level Fist Sect said anxiously.

"No, there is still a chance for him to join the army. I understand him, and if there really isn't a chance, then his expression isn't like that. From his expression, it seems that he is going to make a last stand." A middle-aged man said.

"I hope that the successor will give us some face. We lost to the Mercy Pavilion several times before, so we can't do this again. Otherwise, how can we lose face!"

The rest of the people did not say a word, and only looked at the stage.

The battle on the stage had already reached its climax, causing Duan Jijun to become obviously anxious, his breathing became hurried, then he completely gave up on defending, and fiercely attacked with his life on the line.

The hippies, on the other hand, became even more relaxed, jumping and dodging while ridiculing Duan Jijun at the same time.

"Is your Baji Punch really as clumsy as a bear?"

"I'm here, stupid."

"Be careful of your thigh!"

When the hippie talked, it didn't forget to attack. It rarely used its two hands and usually used its two legs to attack. It was like two spears stabbing at Duan Jijun nonstop.

Duan Jijun dodged, if he couldn't dodge, he would use his back to defend against the hippies' attacks. He always wanted to get close to the hippies, only by getting close would he be able to display the full might of his Eight Extreme Fist.

But the hippie was like a bouncing doll, jumping up and down and agile.

"Watch your feet!"

At the same time, his right foot turned into an illusion as he stabbed towards Duan Jijun's neck.

Duan Jijun subconsciously tried to defend his lower body, but he was kicked in the neck by the hippie.

"It's over." The hippie laughed and started to pull back.

However, his expression changed when he saw it.

He couldn't move!

Duan Jijun smirked, lowered his head, and used his chin to lock onto the hippie's tip. He delayed the hippie for less than half a second, but he grabbed that half second opportunity to grab onto the hippie's leg. Then, with a twist of his body, he stuck close to the hippie, still using his back to get close.

Iron Mountain!

Duan Jijun roared out, and used the strongest move of his Eight Extreme Fist. Like a real black bear, he fiercely leaned back.

It was said that the black bear deep in the mountains could break a tree with a thick neck.

Duan Jijun, who had gathered all of his strength, knocked the hippie down to the ground.

"Oya!"

The entire audience cheered as many people applauded.

"I lost." The corner of Xu Qingmo's mouth curled up, and after that, his gaze swept all around. In the end, it landed on Qi Buyun's body.

Just as the smile on Duan Jijun's lips had not disappeared, the hippy guy on the floor suddenly jumped.

"It's not over yet!" The hippie suddenly stood behind Duan Jijun, and its legs suddenly moved.

Duan Jijun's expression changed, but he still reacted. Pressing both his arms down, he tried to block the hippy's leg attack.

However, the intended kick did not come from below. Instead, his neck hurt and he lost consciousness.

The hippy cut both sides of Duan Jijun's neck with his two hands, then slowly withdrew them. Looking at Duan Jijun falling onto the ground, he cracked his lips: "Sorry, my greatest strength isn't in my legs, but in my hands."

Duan Jijun laid on the ground without moving. Even though he was not dead, he would at least have to lie on the bed for ten days to half a month.

The entire audience was silent, only the people from the Eight Extreme Fist Sect ran over to move Duan Jijun.

"This should be the most powerful one in your batch right? Is it only so much?" "Who else wants to come up and try the taste of my legs?" The hippie looked around.

Silence.

However, in the end, there were still people who were courageous.

"I'll do it!"

A youngster who had chosen to rest after winning the previous match jumped onto the platform and lifted him up.

"Interesting." The hippie jumped up again.

After three rounds, the teenager fell off the ring. The hippy didn't even attack.

"Allow me."

Another youth jumped up, but he came down even faster.

Qi Buyun looked at the youngsters who were around his age coming down one after another. He felt extremely humiliated and clenched his hands, prepared to fight it out himself later.

Suddenly, Qi Buyun felt something on the back of his neck, and it hit him. He turned his head, and saw that Xu Qingmo was standing not far behind him, and was trying to hook onto him.

"Me?" Qi Buyun was a little confused, and then looked at his own master.

Master also discovered Xu Qingmo. After a moment of silence, he nodded at Qi Buyun.

Qi Buyun immediately came to Xu Qingmo's side.

"You want to go up?" Xu Qingmo asked.

Qi Buyun nodded.

"Stop joking. Duan Jijun was stupid, he did not choose to fight recklessly in the beginning, and instead chose to test the waters. He missed the best opportunity, and when you go up, you do not even have the chance to test him."

Qi Buyun did not say anything, he only clenched his fists tighter.

"And I still think that as long as I try my best, a miracle might happen?" Xu Qingmo saw through what he was thinking and immediately poked his head out.

"How would I know if I didn't try?" Qi Buyun said in a low voice.

"Of course I know. I also know that when you go up, you will defeat him in two moves." Xu Qingmo laughed.

"Hmm?" Qi Buyun raised his head and looked at Xu Qingmo in disbelief.

In the ring, the seventh girl was kicked off by the hippie.

"Hey, can you guys do it? If you can, come up with a decent one and use these dishes to waste my time?" the hippie said impatiently.

At this moment, those who wanted to rush up to fight also stopped in their tracks.

The scene turned silent once again.

"I'll do it!" Qi Buyun said as he walked up the stage.

"You … I remember that you were the defeated opponent of that stupid kid from before." The hippie laughed.

The other sects also had disappointed looks on their faces.

All of the youths on the stage had never fought with Duan Jijun before, so they all felt that they were a little lucky and felt that they were stronger than him. But this Qi Buyun was beaten up by Duan Jijun, and even Duan Jijun was not a match for the hippies.

"Why don't you admit defeat? I don't want to waste time on you. " The hippie waved his hand.

Qi Buyun walked straight up, looked at the hippie, and said word by word: "Two moves, and it won't take long. If you find it long, you can leave right now."

It took a long time for him to recover and he looked at Qi Buyun. "Is there something wrong with your head?

"We'll know whether we win or not after we fight." Qi Buyun immediately turned around with his back facing the hippy.