One of High Heaven Pavilion’s sect rules stated:
Every disciple of High Heaven Pavilion had one opportunity to challenge someone each day and one opportunity to be challenged every five days!
The difference in strength between the two fighters could not exceed three stages. No one was allowed to avoid a fight or show cowardice in battle. Anyone who violated this rule would be expelled from the sect.
The winner would be rewarded with a corresponding number of contribution points based on the rank of the opposing disciple, while the loser would have a corresponding number of contribution points deducted according to his own disciple rank.
Contribution points were also known as Sect Contribution Points!
This was one of High Heaven Pavilion’s unique features.
To put it simply, contribution points were equivalent to money within High Heaven Pavilion.
As long as someone had enough contribution points, they could exchange them at the sect’s logistics department for anything they wanted.
Pills, secret manuals, weapons, treasured armor—anything related to cultivation could be exchanged for.
Of course, contribution points could also be exchanged for gold and silver.
Generally speaking, however, Sect Contribution Points were difficult to obtain, so ordinary disciples were reluctant to waste them on gold or silver.
There were also many ways to earn Sect Contribution Points.
A disciple could hand over treasures he had discovered to the sect, complete missions assigned by the sect, and so on. All of these methods could earn a certain amount of contribution points.
One of the most ordinary and simplest ways to obtain contribution points was through challenges!
Challenge a fellow disciple whose strength was within three stages of your own, defeat him, and you could earn contribution points.
That was why so many people had gathered around Yang Kai so early in the morning.
Everyone knew that when choosing something to squeeze, you naturally picked the softest persimmon.
Yang Kai’s name was quite famous throughout High Heaven Pavilion.
This was not only because he carried the rare status of a Trial Disciple, but also because, from the moment he entered High Heaven Pavilion until now, he had basically never won a single fight!
Every time someone challenged him, the result was defeat.
Naturally, those who paid attention remembered exactly when Yang Kai had last been challenged.
Today happened to be the fifth day since his previous challenge.
According to the sect rules, he could now be challenged again.
Who wouldn’t be tempted by contribution points that were practically there for the taking?
Although defeating Yang Kai did not earn many contribution points, even the smallest mosquito was still meat.
Besides, the disciples who came to challenge Yang Kai were hardly wealthy or noble people.
Naturally, they would not look down on even a tiny amount of contribution points.
In the center of the field, Yang Kai and Zhou Dingjun had already taken their fighting stances.
At the same time, they said,
“Please instruct me!”
Although those were the words they spoke, everyone knew that Yang Kai would inevitably receive another thorough beating today!
The moment the words left his mouth, Yang Kai attacked first.
His thin and frail body suddenly erupted with astonishing fighting power.
He stepped forward, clenched his fist, and drove it straight toward Zhou Dingjun’s chest.
The attack was simple and direct.
His fist tore through the air with a fierce sound, as though every ounce of strength in his body had been poured into it.
This punch was none other than the Long Fist practiced by every lower-level disciple of High Heaven Pavilion.
This fist technique was not profound.
It was merely used to help disciples strengthen their bodies, so its movements were naturally simple.
Zhou Dingjun remained calm, a smile on his face.
After all, his cultivation was two stages higher than Yang Kai’s.
There was never much suspense in this battle to begin with.
Only when Yang Kai’s fist was about to reach him did Zhou Dingjun casually twist his body aside as though taking a leisurely stroll.
Despite his burly frame, his movements appeared surprisingly agile at that moment.
Yang Kai’s fist brushed past Zhou Dingjun’s clothes without injuring him in the slightest.
Before Yang Kai could withdraw his fist, Zhou Dingjun had already slammed an elbow into Yang Kai’s forearm.
At the same time, he raised his knee slightly and struck Yang Kai directly in the abdomen.
Yang Kai let out a muffled grunt.
Enduring the piercing pain, he shifted his steps and hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding Zhou Dingjun’s third attack that immediately followed.
“Hm?”
Zhou Dingjun was surprised.
He had not expected this Senior Brother, who was only at the Third Stage of Body Tempering, to anticipate his movements and know how he intended to attack next.
That had disrupted Zhou Dingjun’s plan to defeat him in a single sequence of attacks.
But this small mistake did not affect the overall situation.
With a change of thought, Zhou Dingjun immediately followed Yang Kai like a shadow, intending to completely finish the battle while Yang Kai was still catching his breath.
Who would have thought that just as Zhou Dingjun moved forward, the retreating Yang Kai suddenly charged toward him again?
The two figures rapidly closed the distance.
Zhou Dingjun saw the unyielding determination and soaring fighting spirit in Yang Kai’s eyes.
Yang Kai clenched his fist.
Another Long Fist!
Damn!
Zhou Dingjun’s heart jumped.
He realized that he had fallen into his opponent’s trap.
Although his strength was two stages higher than this Senior Brother’s, when it came to combat experience, he was somewhat inferior.
But so what if he had fallen for the trick?
Zhou Dingjun steadied his aura like a deep abyss.
This time, he did not dodge.
Instead, he responded with a Long Fist of his own.
Bang! Bang!
Two light impacts sounded.
Yang Kai was sent flying backward.
Zhou Dingjun’s body swayed slightly, but he remained standing in place, his expression somewhat serious.
If the person who had launched that attack had been an opponent at the same cultivation level as him, the one sent flying would definitely have been Zhou Dingjun himself.
Other people might not have understood the mystery behind those two punches, but Zhou Dingjun had felt it very clearly.
This Senior Brother’s fist had actually been slightly faster than his own.
In other words, Yang Kai had struck him first, and only afterward had Zhou Dingjun’s fist landed on Yang Kai.
It was simply that Yang Kai’s fist was far weaker than Zhou Dingjun’s.
Furthermore, Zhou Dingjun was strong and sturdily built.
By comparison, Yang Kai was thin as a stick, his body frail and his face sallow.
He was clearly malnourished.
Their ability to withstand blows was not even on the same level.
That was why the result before everyone’s eyes had occurred.
“Senior Brother Ye, thank you for going easy on me!”
Zhou Dingjun felt rather uncomfortable inside.
Being struck first by an opponent two stages weaker than himself was certainly nothing to be proud of.
Although he had won this battle, he somehow felt that the victory did not taste quite right.
Whispers suddenly came from the side.
“This guy thinks he’s already won?”
“Hahaha, don’t tell me he came to challenge Yang Kai without ever hearing of his reputation?”
“This is getting interesting.”
Zhou Dingjun raised an eyebrow.
He truly did not know much about Yang Kai.
He had only often heard people mention this Senior Brother.
Today, he had happened to pass by and saw many people gathered around, so he joined them.
Unexpectedly, his luck had been extremely good, and Yang Kai had directly chosen him as his opponent.
But hadn’t he already won?
He had sent this Senior Brother flying with a single punch.
He already possessed an overwhelming advantage.
According to the sect’s rules, his opponent should surrender now.
There was no longer any need to continue fighting.
“Again!”
Just as Zhou Dingjun was thinking this, Yang Kai, who had been sent flying and fallen to the ground, had already stood back up.
There was not the slightest trace of discouragement in his eyes.
Instead, his fighting spirit had grown even stronger.
It was only that after taking that punch, his already sallow face had become slightly pale.
Before Zhou Dingjun could answer, Yang Kai charged forward again.
When he was less than three feet away from Zhou Dingjun, his body suddenly sprang slightly upward.
His legs swept out like long whips, attacking Zhou Dingjun’s lower body.
Whip Kick!
This was also one of the basic techniques practiced by every lower-level disciple of High Heaven Pavilion.
Yet when Yang Kai performed it at that moment, many fellow disciples whose cultivation levels were far higher than his seemed to gain some insight from watching him.
So a Whip Kick could actually be used like this.
Before the crowd could finish marveling at it, a light bang rang out.
Yang Kai was sent flying once again.
The difference of two cultivation stages, combined with the difference in physical condition, meant that Yang Kai simply could not contend with Zhou Dingjun.
Zhou Dingjun’s punch had landed directly on Yang Kai’s shin.
When Yang Kai stood up again, his steps were slightly unsteady.
Clearly, the bone had been injured.
“Again!”
Yang Kai gritted his teeth.
It seemed as though blazing flames were burning inside his eyes.
Bang…
Yang Kai was sent flying.
“Again!”
Bang…
Yang Kai was sent flying once more.
Some people could no longer bear to watch and left early.
Others sighed repeatedly.
“This Yang Kai’s perseverance really is beyond criticism. In which challenge has he ever stopped before being beaten unconscious? If you don’t knock him out, he absolutely refuses to give up!”
Those words entered Zhou Dingjun’s ears, causing bitterness to rise in his heart.
He had never expected that the opponent he challenged this time would turn out to be such a madman.
Yang Kai was sent flying seven or eight times in total.
His cheeks had swollen badly.
Even one of his eyes had been beaten black.
His steps staggered.
He looked as though the slightest gust of wind could knock him over.
Yet he remained as stubborn as a rock.
Whenever he fell, he climbed back up from that very place, shouted once, and charged forward again.
After this repeated, Zhou Dingjun finally changed color: "Are you crazy? People will die if you don't admit defeat!"