Chapter 175: Challenging Above One’s Level Is Too Easy

Although Xu Zhen was only a registered disciple, his strength was not to be underestimated.

His Palm of the Moving Mountains technique looked as though it could shape an entire mountain—it was at least a Profound-grade martial technique! With this kind of power, he would be a dominant figure in any city.

But within this sacred land, he was just a mere registered disciple!

“Interesting!” Chen Fei chuckled softly as he looked at the approaching mountain-shaped force.

Xu Zhen, seeing Chen Fei stand still, assumed he had scared him stiff. A sense of fear crept into his heart.

He couldn’t refuse Ma Qi’s order to challenge him, but if he seriously injured the Patriarch’s registered disciple, the consequences could be dire…

Xu Zhen began to regret it. After all, Chen Fei wasn’t just some nobody. Even if the Patriarch didn’t pursue it, just Saintess Miao Yue alone wasn’t someone he could afford to provoke.

Ziyang, watching Chen Fei remain unmoved, showed a trace of curiosity.

Though she hadn’t interacted much with Chen Fei, she could sense his deep-seated pride and composure.

Even with the attack right in front of him, Chen Fei remained perfectly calm. She couldn’t help but wonder how he was planning to deal with this strike.

Finally, under everyone’s gaze, Chen Fei slowly raised his hand.

“Break,” he said softly.

Before the crowd could react, they saw Chen Fei touch the tip of his finger to the incoming mountain.

In the next instant, that massive mountain shattered completely.

“Impossible!” Xu Zhen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

To be accepted into the Earth Gate—even as a registered disciple—meant being skilled in defense. His Palm of the Moving Mountains was known for its weight and power. If the opponent was fast, they might dodge, which was the technique’s weakness.

But what happened now?

Chen Fei didn’t dodge. He shattered the technique head-on! And it didn’t even look like he used his full strength!

And it wasn’t over yet.

After breaking the technique with his Qi, Chen Fei rushed forward and sent Xu Zhen flying with a single strike.

Even as he lay on the ground, clutching his chest, Xu Zhen’s face was still filled with shock.

Ma Qi’s expression stiffened considerably. He had only asked Xu Zhen to test Chen Fei’s strength. Now it was clear—Chen Fei truly had some skill!

“Junior Brother Chen, you’ve really surprised me! Xu Zhen, hand over your contribution points to Junior Brother Chen. I’ll reimburse you later,” Ma Qi said lightly, pretending not to care.

Xu Zhen felt relieved hearing that. Though he didn’t uncover Chen Fei’s full strength, this outcome wasn’t too bad.

Gong Lishan frowned and turned to ask Xu Haisheng, “Well? See anything?”

Xu Haisheng shook the folding fan in his hand, his brows furrowed. “He’s hiding his true strength.”

Gong Lishan rolled his eyes—anyone could see that! Still, now wasn’t the time to argue.

He turned to Hu Sha. “What do you think? Can you do it?”

“Ten moves. He’ll lose,” Hu Sha said with a cold smile, eyes locked on Chen Fei.

Gong Lishan raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t gotten this far by being lucky—he had climbed over mountains of corpses. He’d seen geniuses fall and ruthless schemers rise.

But Hu Sha was different.

This guy? He was the type to play for keeps.

“Good. But no need to rush. Let the others probe him first,” Gong Lishan said, relaxing a little as he watched the match unfold.

The Saintess Ziyang gave Chen Fei a deep look, then announced loudly, “First round winner: Junior Brother Chen Fei!”

Chen Fei smiled and cupped his hands toward Xu Zhen.

Xu Zhen pulled out his identity token—though compared to Chen Fei’s, his looked rather plain.

Transferring contribution points was easy. They just pressed their tokens together, and a number appeared on the screen—Chen Fei’s new contribution points.

Xu Zhen was shocked. So this was the kind of reward a core disciple received? His own seemed pitiful in comparison.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Chen, for going easy on me,” Xu Zhen said awkwardly.

“It was just a friendly spar—not a life-or-death battle. You have a solid foundation, Junior Brother Xu. You’ll surely become an official disciple one day. Keep it up,” Chen Fei said with a smile.

Xu Zhen looked at him in surprise, then quietly left the stage.

Chen Fei then turned to look at Ma Qi.

Ma Qi laughed nervously. “Junior Brother Chen, this is just the beginning. We’ll settle everything at the end. Don’t worry—I’m not going anywhere!”

Seeing him back down, Chen Fei didn’t press further. He simply stood in the arena, calm and composed.

“Didn’t expect Junior Brother Chen to be so considerate of others’ feelings! I’m starting to see you in a new light,” Saintess Ziyang said with a sweet smile.

Chen Fei didn’t comment.

He wanted to establish authority this time, but not make enemies of everyone. These registered disciples were just trying to seize an opportunity. There was no need to block everyone’s path.

His demeanor earned him some goodwill.

Though contribution points were tempting, his identity made many cautious. If they acted too brazenly, future encounters would be more than just awkward.

Still, someone remained determined to challenge him.

“Junior Brother Chen has impressive skills! Ah Yao, it’s your turn now!” another person stepped forward.

From the crowd emerged Ah Yao.

Even Miao Yue looked worried when she saw him.

Seventh-grade Qi Condensation Realm—peak stage!

Although she knew Chen Fei had reached the peak of the third grade, there was still an entire realm in between!

A seventh-grade cultivator was already considered high-level, while a third-grade was still low-level—there was a significant gap in strength!

Though the Qi Condensation Realm wasn’t impressive to people like Miao Yue, experienced cultivators knew the truth:

Each stage within the realm represented a deep level of understanding.

The power gap between stages was vast.

“Senior Brother Chen!” Ah Yao greeted him with a cupped-fist salute.

He looked about twenty-something, even a bit shy, but there was a cold gleam in his eyes—clearly not someone to take lightly.

Chen Fei nodded. “Junior Brother Ah Yao, how many contribution points do you have?”

Many turned to look, surprised by his confidence.

Was he implying Ah Yao was already doomed to lose?

Chen Fei must have something up his sleeve!

“I’ve lived in the sacred land for nearly ten years. I’ve saved up—1,300 contribution points. Will that satisfy Senior Brother Chen?” Ah Yao asked with a smile.

Chen Fei was certainly satisfied.

“Same rules as before. If you win, I’ll pay you 1,300 contribution points. But if you lose—those points are mine,” he said calmly.

“Naturally,” Ah Yao nodded. “But Senior Brother Chen, be careful. I have trouble holding back. If I hurt you, don’t take it personally.”