One of the rules of the Lingxiao Pavilion stated that every disciple had the right to issue one challenge per day and was required to accept a challenge once every five days! The cultivation difference between the two combatants could not exceed three levels. No one was allowed to avoid a battle or show cowardice. Violators would be expelled from the sect. The victor would be rewarded Contribution Points based on the opponent's disciple level, while the loser would have Contribution Points deducted based on their own level.
Contribution Points, also known as Sect Contribution Value!
This was a unique feature of the Lingxiao Pavilion. Simply put, Contribution Points in the Lingxiao Pavilion were equivalent to money. As long as one had enough Contribution Points, they could exchange them at the sect's logistics department for anything they desired: pills, secret manuals, weapons, or armor. In short, anything related to cultivation could be exchanged. Naturally, gold and silver could also be exchanged, but generally speaking, Sect Contribution Points were hard to come by, and ordinary disciples were reluctant to waste them on mundane currency.
There were also many ways to earn Contribution Points. Turning in the spoils of one's treasure hunts, or completing tasks assigned by the sect… all of these could earn one a certain number of Contribution Points.
One of the most common and simplest ways to earn them was through challenges! Defeating a fellow disciple whose strength was within three levels of your own would grant you Contribution Points.
This was why so many people had gathered around Yang Kai early in the morning. It was well known that everyone liked to squeeze the soft persimmon.
The name Yang Kai was quite famous within the Lingxiao Pavilion, not only because he bore the rare status of a Trial Disciple, but also because, from the moment he entered the Lingxiao Pavilion until now, he had basically never won a single match! Every time someone challenged him, he ended up losing.
Those who were observant naturally remembered when Yang Kai was last challenged. Today was the fifth day since the last time. According to the sect rules, he could be challenged again. Who wouldn't covet these easily obtainable Contribution Points? Although defeating Yang Kai wouldn't net many Contribution Points, even a mosquito's leg is meat. Furthermore, the disciples who would challenge Yang Kai were not exactly wealthy or high-status individuals themselves. They naturally wouldn't turn their noses up at such meager Contribution Points.
In the arena, Yang Kai and Zhou Dingjun had already taken their stances. They said in unison, "Please enlighten me!"
Even though they said this, everyone knew that Yang Kai was inevitably going to get a sound thrashing again today!
The moment the words were spoken, Yang Kai took the initiative to attack. His thin and frail body erupted with astonishing combat power. He took a step forward, clenched his fist, and drove it towards Zhou Dingjun's chest. The attack was simple and direct, his fist flying with the sound of wind, as if all the strength in his body had been poured into it.
This punch was exactly the Long Fist that every low-level disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion had practiced. This set of boxing techniques was not profound; it was only meant for disciples to strengthen their bodies, so the moves were naturally simple.
Zhou Dingjun was not flustered. A smile hung on his face, mostly because his cultivation level was two levels higher than Yang Kai's. There was never any suspense in this battle from the start. Just as Yang Kai's fist was about to land, Zhou Dingjun twisted his body with the leisurely grace of a stroll in a garden, his burly frame surprisingly agile in that moment.
The fist grazed his clothes, failing to harm Zhou Dingjun in the slightest. Before Yang Kai could retract his fist, Zhou Dingjun struck his forearm with an elbow, and at the same time, raised his knee slightly, hitting Yang Kai square in the abdomen.
Yang Kai grunted, enduring the piercing pain. He shifted his feet and hastily retreated, narrowly dodging Zhou Dingjun's follow-up third strike.
"Oh?" Zhou Dingjun was surprised. He hadn't expected that this Senior Brother, who was only at the Third Stage of Body Tempering, could anticipate his enemy's moves and know how he would strike next, disrupting his plan to finish the fight in one go.
However, this small mistake did not affect the overall situation. Zhou Dingjun's mind shifted, and he followed Yang Kai like a shadow, intending to end the battle completely while Yang Kai was still gasping for breath.
But just as he moved, Yang Kai, who had been retreating, suddenly lunged forward again. The two figures rapidly closed in. Zhou Dingjun saw the unyielding spirit and soaring fighting intent in Yang Kai's eyes. Yang Kai's fist clenched tightly as he threw another Long Fist.
"Crap!" Zhou Dingjun's heart leaped into his throat, realizing he had fallen for the other's trick. Although his strength was two levels higher than this Senior Brother's, his combat experience was lacking.
Yet, so what if he had fallen for it? Zhou Dingjun sank his energy into his stance, no longer dodging, and countered with a Long Fist of his own.
There were two dull thuds. Yang Kai was sent flying. Zhou Dingjun swayed slightly but still stood firm, his expression somewhat grave. If that last exchange had been with an opponent of the same level, the one flying back would definitely have been him.
Others might not know the secret behind these two punches, but he felt it clearly. This Senior Brother's fist was actually a few degrees faster than his own. In other words, it was Yang Kai who hit him first before he himself landed his blow.