John's ears perked up after hearing this. He had always wanted to fight body cultivators, to see just how strong his body truly was. Not only that, but he could also see how these boys utilized the Supreme Battle Art.
"We found this first, so you best leave," one of the Heavenly Lightning Sect boys said to the Supreme Battle Sect group.
"Hahahaha, what good does being first do? The only thing that decides anything in this world is strength, and battle. Why use words, when our fists can do the talking," a Supreme Battle Sect youth replied.
His own fists collided violently as he amped himself up for the battle to come. All members in both groups had cultivations at the Late Qi Condensation Realm except for one. The lead boy of the Supreme Battle Sect had a cultivation at the Half-Step Core Formation Realm. If they truly were to fight, the Supreme Battle Sect would surely win.
The boy in the front of the Heavenly Lightning Sect group grit his teeth as he thought of solutions. The Supreme Battle Sect was known as a battle maniac sect, who would settle everything with fists instead of words. There was no reasoning with them.
"Roy, you need to think of something. We can't give this opportunity up!" A girl behind the lead boy said with a worried voice.
"I know, give me a second to think of something!" Roy replied through gritted teeth.
The group of Heavenly Lightning Sect youths consisted of several familiar faces to John. The lead boy, Roy, was the one who had attacked him when he first joined the sect. The girl behind him was the one who had antagonized Roy into doing such a thing, and the remaining youths John did not recognize.
He had expected them to be second years due to them being in the sect before the entrance exams, but apparently he was wrong.
"Enough standing around! Lets fight!" A yell from the Supreme Battle Sect group echoed out, and war cries followed immediately after.
Power surged from the body of each of the Supreme Battle Sect youths, and John instantly recognized it, as he used it himself.
'The Supreme Battle Art! Let's see how they use it.'
"Shit! Fight all out!" Roy exclaimed.
The Supreme Battle Sect disciples had given him no time to come up with a plan, and all he could do now was fight back.
A volley of lightning attacks exploded outwards towards the Supreme Battle Sect disciples. Each Heavenly Lightning Sect disciple was using their own battle art, making it look quite impressive. However, John could tell that the quality of the battle arts was far below his own.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thunder continuously echoed out from the lightning based battle arts, making the scene quite loud and chaotic. The lightning battle arts exploded on the bodies of the Supreme Battle Sect disciples. Some of them were knocked back slightly as their skin slightly blackened, but they immediately bounced back into the fight with a grin on their faces.
The lead disciple charged forward nearly unaffected.
Boom!
His fist stuck forward, and collided with the ground where Roy had just been standing a moment ago. If Roy had not dodged in time, he would have taken severe damage from that blow. The ground shattered from the force of the impact.
Before long, each disciple had an opponent, and were fighting with their full strength against one another. However, John could tell that each Heavenly Lightning Sect disciple was slowly but surely losing out in their fight.
"Should we help them out?" Adam asked with a slightly concerned tone.
"No."
Other than Roy, all the others had the same cultivation as their opponents. However, their battle instincts were much worse than those of the Supreme Battle Sect, and so each was losing out. The powerful bodies of the Supreme Battle Sect youths impressed John.
Not only that, but they fought with complete disregard for their own safety, much like John did as well. They put everything on the line.
"Truly worthy of being called the Supreme Battle Sect," John stated as he nodded his head in approval.
"Gah!"
The scream of one of the Heavenly Lightning Sect youths rang out as he took a fist directly to the chest. The sounds of ribs cracking echoed out, and the youth was sent flying backwards like a broken kite.
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