Fight!!
With a single command, the ten arenas erupted with roars and battle cries.
In Arena Eight, the battle flames ignited instantly.
"Ye Feng, kneel before me!!"
Zhao Feihong, with a face like a dumpling, was the first to attack, his scream causing the bandages on his face to tremble as he charged at Ye Feng.
"Prepare to die, Ye Feng!"
On the other side, the one-armed man Zhang Yun was not to be outdone. Despite having a crippled arm, he still exuded a fierce aura, launching an attack from behind Ye Feng.
Both of them were at the One-Vein Profound Realm, their bodies surging with Profound Qi, moving with incredible speed. One's fist was like a heavy hammer, the other's leg like a venomous snake, both aiming for Ye Feng's vital points.
Two idiots...
Ye Feng had already gauged their strength, his gaze cold and demeanor calm. Yet, the golden Profound Qi within him surged like a flood, unleashing a formidable power.
"Get lost!"
He charged at Zhang Yun first, leaping ten zhang in an instant to appear before Zhang Yun, delivering a punch wrapped in golden light like a thunderous explosion. The force was overwhelming, and even before it reached Zhang Yun's face, the gust from the punch blew Zhang Yun's hair back like wild grass.
My dear mother!
Zhang Yun was terrified.
Only those who faced Ye Feng's fist knew its terrifying power. To Zhang Yun, it wasn't a fist but a mountain-splitting hammer, and he dared not meet it head-on.
However, Zhang Yun seemed prepared for Ye Feng's iron fist. As Ye Feng punched, Zhang Yun ducked like a ball, rolling past Ye Feng's side, causing Ye Feng's punch to hit empty air.
Behind him, Zhao Feihong charged with a roar, his heavy punch aimed straight at Ye Feng's back.
"Heh, fool, did you think we'd take your punch head-on again? Take this!!"
Huh?
Ye Feng let out a light exclamation, seemingly surprised. But just as he was about to turn and face Zhao Feihong's punch, a more terrifying wave of scorching Profound Qi surged from his right side.
Ji Fanchen!
This wild youth had been waiting for the right moment, like a bloodthirsty wolf, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. His palms were enveloped in intense Flame Profound Qi, like two flaming meteors, aiming straight for Ye Feng. The timing and force were perfect.
"You little bastard, let me show you what real Profound Art Combat Skills are. Kneel before me!!"
"Flame God Fist!"
Sizzle.
The scorching flames cut through the air, seemingly burning two trails of white smoke. The terrifying heat surged from Ji Fanchen's fists, showcasing the power of Profound Art Combat Skills. By channeling Profound Qi through unique methods, combined with Ji Fanchen's first-grade Flame Profound Qi, its power far exceeded the limits of a Two-Vein Profound Realm martial artist, capable of melting gold and burning stone.
Ye Feng!!
People gasped.
In the brief moment, Ye Feng had no time to adjust his stance to counter, only managing to take Ji Fanchen's fiery punch with his left shoulder. A muffled sound followed, and he was sent flying, a scorching flame clinging to him, burning over two meters high, like a ferocious fire demon intent on reducing Ye Feng to ashes.
"He's done for!"
"Defeated, Ye Feng is definitely defeated this time!"
People sighed, while Zhao Feihong and Zhang Yun were overjoyed, wishing Ji Fanchen would turn Ye Feng to ash with one punch.
"Ye Feng, you can only blame yourself for opposing me! Don't think that breaking through to the Profound Realm makes you invincible. This Tianyun Sect still doesn't belong to... you??"
But before Ji Fanchen could finish his arrogant words, the scene before him changed his tone.
"Ji, Ji Shao... that kid?"
Zhao Feihong and Zhang Yun's expressions changed too. From their vantage point, they saw clearly that as the flames weakened, a standing figure emerged, showing no signs of defeat!
How is this possible!!
Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Hit by Ji Shao's Flame God Fist, Ye Feng was unharmed?
Under the incredulous gazes from the arena and the audience, Ye Feng slowly tore off the disciple robes burned down to just the waistband, revealing his solid and muscular upper body.
The hard lines of his physique, muscles defined like they were carved by a knife, glowed faintly in the sunlight. Ye Feng stood like a reborn Asura war god, his gaze icy, his aura overwhelming, without a single scratch.
"Didn't expect you three fools to have some brains."
Ye Feng chuckled coldly, a devilish smile that chilled the heart.
Inside him, the Heroic Vein surged, the golden Profound Qi flowing like a raging river, dispelling every bit of Flame Profound Qi trying to scorch his flesh. A cruel, domineering intent surged from Ye Feng's heart, causing his bones to crackle, a visible gust of killing intent sweeping across the arena.
Ye Feng was angry!
All the past grievances and hatred erupted at this moment. He would settle everything on today's arena.
"Ye, Ye Feng, you still dare to act tough? Believe it or not, we'll cripple you with the next move!"
Opposite, Zhang and Zhao dared not meet Ye Feng's terrifying gaze, but with Ji Fanchen present, they continued their bravado, still shouting!
Ji Fanchen's eyes burned with fury, his fists igniting with even fiercer Flame Profound Energy.
He pointed at Ye Feng, arrogant and unrestrained:
"Hmph, Ye Feng, so what if your Profound Qi is powerful? Without Profound Art, you're destined to be trampled by me today, burned to charcoal, prepare to die!!"
"Who said I don't know Profound Art?"
What?
With Ye Feng's cold sneer, golden Profound Qi surged from within him, enveloping his feet. The golden light was so dazzling that everyone squinted.
With a series of crackling sounds, the golden light transformed into fine electric currents, like golden serpents coiling around Ye Feng's feet, granting him immense power.
Boom!
With a stomp, the hard stone arena shattered instantly.
His figure turned into a streak of light, shooting straight towards the nearest Zhang Yun.
So fast!!
Zhang Yun's hair stood on end in fear.
If Ye Feng's earlier punch was powerful yet within Zhang Yun's ability to react, now Ye Feng's speed was utterly despairing, like—
A thunderous strike, unavoidable!
Awooo!!
He couldn't even see how Ye Feng attacked, already a sandbag flying through the air, feeling as if a thousand knives were slicing his insides, a sensation indescribable, a pain that made him want to howl.
"Zhang Yun!!"
On the other side, Zhao Feihong saw Zhang Yun being flung away like a dead dog, barely managing a cry of shock before a golden streak appeared before him.
"Ye Feng!!"
His soul exploded in fear, yet he was slightly better than Zhang Yun, vaguely seeing Ye Feng's hand wrapped in golden electric arcs, mercilessly striking at him.
What kind of palm technique is this!
Though he saw Ye Feng's attack, the result was no different from Zhang Yun's.
A palm strike, and he couldn't react, his face bandages shattered by Ye Feng's blow, sent flying backward, a flurry of white cloth rising in the air, adding a touch of cold beauty to Zhao Feihong's spinning figure.
Slap.
After sending two flying, Ye Feng paused, standing firm on the stage.
Only then did people see that his legs and arms were entirely enveloped in golden electric currents, crackling with explosive sounds, exuding a terrifying pressure far surpassing the One-Vein Profound Realm.
"Angry Thunder Palm!! It's Angry Thunder Palm!!"
On the high platform, Han Yun couldn't help but exclaim.
"This kid learned this set of Profound Art to such a level in just a stick of incense during the Comprehension Test... this... this, this is a once-in-a-century genius!!"
Around the arena, the audience was awed by Ye Feng's displayed strength, especially when someone recognized the Profound Art he used as the newly learned Angry Thunder Palm, elevating their admiration to the highest level.
What is a genius?
Damn it, this is a true genius!!
On stage.
Ji Fanchen was utterly stunned.
"No, impossible!"
He looked at the majestic Ye Feng, feeling an unprecedented humiliation and anger rising from his heart, gritting his teeth.
He was always the high and mighty favored one, possessing the Two-Vein Profound Realm, mastering mid-grade Profound Arts untouchable by others, destined to be the most dazzling core of Tianyun Sect, and what was Ye Feng?
A dog-like being, as lowly as an ant, how could he be allowed to step on his head!
No!
This cannot be!
Ji Fanchen's fragile pride suffered an unprecedented blow, and this smooth-sailing young master, faced with adversity, failed to see the situation clearly, instead making the most foolish move.
With a boom.
He pushed his Two-Vein Profound Qi to the limit, his body igniting with two-foot-high flames, turning himself into a fiery figure, madly charging at Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, you little bastard, how dare you! How dare you surpass me, Ji Fanchen! You're not worthy, you're not worthy at all!"
Little bastard!!
These two words pierced Ye Feng's ears, stabbing his nerves, causing the golden electric arcs around him to surge even higher.
"Ji Fanchen, shut your filthy mouth!"
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