Whoosh.
With a swift motion of the Angry Thunder Palm.
Ye Feng's movements were as fast as lightning, swift as light, and with agile maneuvers, he seemed to leave behind a shadow. In a flash, he had already dodged Ji Fanchen's charging figure and reached his side.
So fast!
Ji Fanchen almost twisted his neck trying to keep up with Ye Feng's movements, but his body couldn't react in time. All he could see were Ye Feng's cold, black-and-white eyes staring at him, and that golden lightning palm already swinging towards his face.
"This slap is for you!"
Smack!
A resounding slap echoed throughout the arena.
Everyone clearly saw Ji Fanchen's half face instantly twisted and deformed by Ye Feng's palm, and his entire body was carried by the massive inertia of his head, flying straight like a javelin for over ten meters.
Where do you think you're going!
Ye Feng moved swiftly, catching up with Ji Fanchen's flying speed, and was already beside him, lifting a foot high and stomping down hard on Ji Fanchen's back.
Boom!
Ji Fanchen was heavily stomped to the ground, headfirst, immediately causing his head to bleed profusely, lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Back then, Ye Feng was humiliated and stomped on the ground by Ji Fanchen in the same way. Now, everything was reversed, with Ye Feng stepping on Ji Fanchen. With a slight exertion, the force from his foot made Ji Fanchen spit out another mouthful of blood.
"You lost."
Ye Feng looked at Ji Fanchen beneath his foot, his eyes showing little emotion.
Such a person was never worthy of being his opponent; he was merely reclaiming a debt from before.
"Ye Feng... you bastard!!"
However, Ji Fanchen beneath his foot struggled desperately, trying to break free from Ye Feng's foot, cursing filthily: "How dare you injure me, how dare you injure me in front of so many people, I will kill you, I will definitely kill you!!"
"Still daring to run your mouth?"
Ye Feng coldly stomped directly on Ji Fanchen's head, pressing his foul mouth against the bluestone slab, instantly knocking out two more teeth, finally silencing him.
"Senior brother, does this mean I won?" Ye Feng looked up at the referee disciple who seemed to be in a daze.
"Oh, oh! You won, of course, you won!" The disciple, coming to his senses, looked at Ye Feng with a strange gaze, then nodded and loudly announced, "On platform number eight, Ye Feng is the victor!!"
Wow~~
Around the platform, a wave of astonishment erupted.
Ye Feng won, just like that!
From the start of the fight until now, it took no more than five minutes, and the strongest outer disciple of this generation, Ji Fanchen, had become a dead dog under his foot.
This Ye Feng, his strength surpassed everyone's imagination, and the suspense of who would be the top in today's Inner Gate Assessment was completely dispelled.
And on the high platform, Han Yun, with a satisfied smile, stroked his sparse beard, watching Ye Feng lift his foot and turn to walk off the platform, feeling very pleased with Ye Feng's performance today:
"Hehe, this Ye Feng is indeed extraordinary. If nurtured well, he might soar to great heights in just a few years. It's just... I wonder if that esteemed person can keep this promising talent within the Tianyun Sect, oh no!!"
In the midst of his thoughts, Han Yun suddenly slammed the table and stood up, his eyes fixed on a figure behind Ye Feng, shouting loudly, "Ji Fanchen, what are you doing!"
Oh no!
Everyone clearly saw that Ji Fanchen, who had already been declared defeated, suddenly stood up behind Ye Feng. The ring on his right index finger glowed with spiritual light, summoning a sharp cyan greatsword in his hand, slashing straight at Ye Feng's back.
This bastard, violating the assessment rules, using a weapon, intending to kill!!
Ji Fanchen was already driven mad, roaring as he tightly gripped the sword with both hands, stabbing towards Ye Feng: "Ye Feng!! Die for me, die!!"
The crowd on and off the platform exclaimed in unison, but no one could stop the short distance between them. Ji Fanchen's sword light, like a venomous snake, instantly reached Ye Feng's back.
Ah~~~
Some timid female disciples screamed and closed their eyes.
But at this critical moment, Ye Feng's body surged with golden light, allowing him to leap forward a step at the moment the greatsword pierced through, then turn around, using his left arm to forcibly block the terrifying blade.
Puff!
Blood splattered.
Under the protection of golden profound qi, Ye Feng's left arm blocked Ji Fanchen's shameless strike. Despite this, the intense pain made Ye Feng's lips tremble, and a nameless fury erupted in his heart.
Kill him!
Ye Feng was moved to kill!
The golden profound energy surged, as if a voice echoed in Ye Feng's mind:
Kill him!
Dare to offend your dignity, kill him!!
And opposite, the oblivious Ji Fanchen, having failed to kill Ye Feng with one strike, became even more frenzied. He raised the greatsword high again, still stained with Ye Feng's blood, slashing once more towards Ye Feng's neck:
"Bastard! Bastard, I want you dead, die!!"
"The one who should die is you!!!"
Ye Feng exploded at this moment.
A furious shout, shaking the entire arena.
Golden electric light burst from his eyes, his whole body enveloped in golden light, his aura twice as strong as before.
At this moment, he was as mighty as a god, awe-inspiring and fierce, no longer allowing Ji Fanchen to strike again. Clenching his fists, electric light burst forth, striking Ji Fanchen's raised wrists hard.
Crack.
Everyone clearly heard the sound of bones shattering, and saw Ji Fanchen's steel sword fly into the sky like a kite with a broken string, followed by a piercing scream.
Ow!!
Ji Fanchen retreated in pain, his hands trembling in the air like chaff, his wrists shattered to pieces, tears streaming down his face as he retreated in panic.
This mad youth, only now did he feel fear.
He looked at Ye Feng, terror in his eyes, wanting to retreat, but it was too late.
Ye Feng, already transformed into golden lightning, appeared before him, electric light flashing in his eyes, his expression cold as a demon. He raised his left hand, striking with lightning speed towards Ji Fanchen's chest.
"Shameless thing, die for me!"
Boom.
This palm, dazzling with golden light, electric light bursting, struck Ji Fanchen's chest solidly. A muffled sound was heard, Ji Fanchen spewed blood from his mouth, his whole body not flying away, but trembling in place as if absorbed by the golden electric light, unable to speak.
"Die!!"
Ye Feng raised his right hand high again, electric light gathering, bright as a golden sun, stacking on his left palm with greater force, triggering a two-meter-high electric explosion, completely engulfing Ji Fanchen.
Ah~~~
People could only hear Ji Fanchen's powerless, mournful wail.
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Everyone shielded their eyes, unable to look directly at the dazzling light.
At this moment, Ye Feng seemed possessed by the Thunder God, suppressing the heavens.
"Ye Feng, stop!!"
At this time, Han Yun finally leaped onto the platform, his beard trembling in shock at the scene before him.
This Ye Feng, what kind of ghostly profound qi is this!
Only at the One-Vein Profound Realm, how could he unleash such formidable power with a simple profound skill like the Angry Thunder Palm!
He was astonished in his heart, but his hands moved swiftly, a surge of pure cyan profound qi instantly forming a giant profound qi hand in front of him, reaching into the electric light to pull Ji Fanchen out.
"Stop!"
Simultaneously, a relatively gentle profound qi surged out, enveloping Ye Feng and pushing him back over ten meters, finally calming the battle.
"Ji Fanchen!!"
Han Yun felt a bit panicked, looking at the charred figure in his hand.
To be honest, even if he had imagined Ye Feng winning, he couldn't have anticipated that he would beat Ji Fanchen, who had reached the Two-Vein Realm, into such a state.
The person in his arms was completely motionless, his skin charred like a piece of dry black bark, crumbling into fragments at a touch, revealing dark red rotten flesh and pus inside.
Too miserable.
Even Han Yun couldn't bear to look.
But fortunately, these were only superficial injuries. With the Tianyun Sect's external injury medicine, it wouldn't take half a month to recover completely. However, to roast Ji Fanchen to this extent, the power of Ye Feng's Angry Thunder Palm might be difficult for even martial artists of the Three-Vein Realm to withstand!
Looking to the side.
The two youths Ye Feng had just slapped and punched hadn't even stood up yet, one completely losing face, lying on the ground, the other still clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground, in such pain it was as if he were in labor, his face twisted in agony.
Is it really that painful?
Han Yun frowned.
Ye Feng had only slapped and punched them, did these two have to be in such agony?
But speaking of which, this Ye Feng, his strength was indeed astonishingly strong.
He slowly took a breath, looking at Ye Feng.
At this moment, the golden electric light around Ye Feng had dissipated, and he stood there quietly. In Han Yun's eyes, after such a victory, this boy's face showed none of the usual excitement and arrogance, but rather a kind of indifferent calm.
Not arrogant in victory, not discouraged in defeat, this Ye Feng, with such a temperament, is destined for greatness!
Han Yun was very pleased, very satisfied with the outcome of this battle. After this fight, Ye Feng would surely become famous throughout the Tianyun Sect, becoming a key third-generation disciple to be nurtured. It just remained to be seen if he could enter that main peak to study and succeed.
"Someone!" With thoughts turning, Han Yun planned to have the battlefield cleared: "Take the injured away, record Ye Feng's results, and wait for the final list to be announced."
Yes.
Nearby, inner disciples were already waiting, but as they approached Zhang Yun and Zhao Feihong, one disciple exclaimed:
"This... Elder Han! Zhao Feihong's half face is completely shattered!"
Hmm?
Han Yun was stunned, and then another voice came:
"Elder Han, Zhang Yun's spleen and stomach are severely injured, it seems, it seems even his Heroic Vein is broken!"
What!!
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