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The brawny man was already used to Wu Zhengyang's rhythm when he was thrown out of the ring. He was even quite impressed by how long Wu Zhengyang had been able to last.

"Your endurance isn't bad. Ancestor really changed his mind this time. I hope you can clear the level!"

The brawny man did not know how many times he said those words, but even though he said them, he did not have any intention of stopping. Every time he finished speaking, he would give Wu Zhengyang a punch, neither increasing nor decreasing in strength.

However, this time, he was obviously miscalculating.

As he was sent flying again and again, under the enhancement of his powerful recovery ability and the tempering of his punches, Wu Zhengyang was gradually getting used to the strong man's strength, and the churning of his Qi and blood became weaker and weaker. However, in order to confuse the strong man, he did not reveal it.

This time, seeing his opponent's fist approaching his abdomen, Wu Zhengyang's feet suddenly went wrong, barely allowing his fist to graze past his body. He could even feel the heat brought by the fist wind.

It was not the first time that Wu Zhengyang avoided his fist, and the muscular man was already used to it. His arm suddenly changed direction, and his fist turned into a hook, once again striking towards Wu Zhengyang.

At this moment, Wu Zhengyang's calm face suddenly revealed a trace of a smile.

The muscular man thought to himself that this was bad, but it was already too late.

Wu Zhengyang concentrated all his speed on his fist and punched the man on the shoulder.

"Pfft …"

A sound that shouldn't have been heard came from the punch. The strong man's body was broken into pieces by Wu Zhengyang as if he was made of glass.

"You little rascal!" Even though his body was broken, the brawny man's voice still came out. The fragments became absent-minded for a moment before actually coming together again.

"You say that I'm cheating, but I wonder who it is that gave me a punch without saying a word!" Wu Zhengyang said, but his fist did not stop and punched again.

The brawny man's fist was hard, but his body was pitifully weak. Under his punch, the body that had just formed was shattered once again.

"I was just training you, okay? You have to know that the human heart is sinister!"

"Thank you for your guidance. I've learnt it now!" Wu Zhengyang said and punched again.

"Little brat stop fighting, if you keep fighting then you won't be able to form a human form!"

"Then am I considered to have cleared the level?" Wu Zhengyang did not move and continued punching.

This guy simply did not follow common sense. No one could guarantee that he would not be able to punch Wu Zhengyang after condensing. If he lost this opportunity, it would be extremely difficult for him to subdue Wu Zhengyang.

"Forget it... The Xuan Iron Token and the manual are on the table, you can't just take them and leave, you idiot! "

"You're still trying to trick me? If I didn't have the light screen, where would I have gone from?" Wu Zhengyang said, his fists still not stopping.

"Alright then, you brat, you're not that stupid. You passed the final test. "Stop!"

The brawny man had been knocked to the side of the stone wall by Wu Zhengyang. There was nowhere for him to run to.

"Where's the hologram?" Wu Zhengyang still did not stop!

"Door... "Door …" The sturdy man said and shouted twice.

It was quite strange. The brawny man casually called out a few times, and the hologram actually appeared.

Wu Zhengyang threw another punch at the sturdy man, smashing him into pieces. He quickly turned around and walked towards the stone table. He was ready to pick up the green-skinned ancient book and the black number plate and run towards the light screen.

However... There were no changes to the old green-skinned book, but something went wrong with the black number plate.

The black token was made of some unknown material. It was clearly small but it was incredibly heavy. With Wu Zhengyang's current strength, he had barely managed to pick it up. As his body paused, it was too late for him to escape.

"Bastard, you've punched me so many times, and I'm so angry!" At this time, the sturdy man had already reformed and floated to Wu Zhengyang, throwing out a punch.

Due to the heavy black plate in his hand, Wu Zhengyang was not sent flying. He directly laid on the stone table and cursed at the strong man in his heart. All in all, he had fallen into his trap.

Surprisingly, the brawny man didn't continue to attack like before. Instead, he threw a punch full of revenge and stopped.

"What did you do to this number plate?" Wu Zhengyang asked as he staggered to the side while holding the black plate. This man was not following normal rules and no one could guarantee that he would give him another punch.

"Kid, you're still too inexperienced. This token was personally crafted by me, and is comparable to a high-grade offensive treasure. Why do you need to do anything? You're the one with insufficient strength, hmph hmph …" The brawny man ridiculed with a smile.

"Token number one?" Wu Zhengyang took the token and looked at it. There were indeed five big words on it: "Black Iron No.1".

No matter how ignorant Wu Zhengyang was, he knew that the number one outer disciple was the renowned Zhong Lihuo. The number one card should be in Zhong Lihuo's hands and shouldn't be here.

While Wu Zhengyang was still confused, the muscular man spoke again: "Brat, promise Ancestor one thing, and Ancestor will let you go. Otherwise, you will practice with him here!"

As the brawny man spoke, the light screen that had just appeared suddenly converged into a dot of light and disappeared.

"What is it?"

Wu Zhengyang was defeated by this strong man's shamelessness, but other people had his weakness, so Wu Zhengyang could only compromise.

"Go out and beat up the current Sect Leader. Then, change the name of the Mysterious Sky Sect to Ancestor."

"Are you kidding me?" Wu Zhengyang felt like he was going crazy.

"The ancestor likes to joke around, but this time it's definitely not a joke. Think about it carefully, I see that you're a very determined person, as long as you work hard, what can't you do? A new generation is better than the old generation, beating him up and you become their head, what's wrong with that?" The brawny man said as if it was a matter of course.

"It's better if you keep fighting with me!" Wu Zhengyang threw the number one black iron plate onto the stone table, and said while pretending that he was still resisting.

Letting an outer sect disciple go after the Sect Leader was no different from courting death. Even if his body underwent a strange transformation, there must be a limit to what he could bear. Wu Zhengyang did not know how powerful the Leader of the Mysterious Sky Sect was, but he could crush him to death with one hand.

Since that was the case, he might as well fight with this strong man. Although the feeling of being beaten up was unpleasant, he could still slowly temper his body. If she agreed to his conditions, then it wouldn't be as simple as a beating.

Hearing that Wu Zhengyang wanted to continue fighting, the sturdy man was unhappy and said angrily: "You little brat, you really do not know how to appreciate favors. Don't tell me that you want to be a mere doorman your whole life? Then why the hell would you want to cultivate your martial arts and go home to farm!? "

"I'm not interested in the position of Sect Leader, and I don't need your good fortune to present to me. My lucky chance is in my own hands."

Wu Zhengyang could not believe that his state of mind could change so fast.

The day before yesterday, not to mention the position of Sect Leader, just being able to become an outer court disciple was an extravagant dream.

However, Wu Zhengyang had a feeling that his future was a lot more distant than the sect leader of the Celestial Sect of Wonders...