Bang!
His face struck, Zhao Long stumbled back from the kick.
“Th-this…” The Disciples watching below stared with wide eyes.
The exchange on the Battle Stage was too brief; they hadn’t even reacted, nor did they understand how Zhao Long had been kicked so inexplicably.
“Ye Chen, you deserve to die,” Zhao Long roared immediately on the Battle Stage.
However, just as he stabilized himself, Ye Chen charged forward to attack.
“Kill!” Zhao Long’s face was terrifyingly twisted as he swung his palm, sending out a luminous handprint.
“Full of flaws.” Ye Chen sneered, activating the Tiger Pounce Profound Truth of Beast Heart Fury.
He dodged the palm strike and instantly closed the distance to Zhao Long.
“To let me get close is destined to be your sorrow.”
A chilling voice echoed in the air.
Ye Chen’s blood rushed rapidly through his body, and the suppressed power in his muscles, tendons, and bones instantly erupted, smashing a punch onto Zhao Long’s chest.
Poof!
Zhao Long spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The might of Ye Chen’s punch was far greater than imaginable.
“You actually…”
“I actually what?” Ye Chen gave Zhao Long no time to react and lunged forward again.
He was like a ferocious beast descending the mountain, his attack patterns utterly strange—sometimes like a fierce tiger, sometimes like a savage ape, sometimes like a mighty lion, and sometimes like a gray wolf.
He grasped, slapped, and tore, using his hands, feet, knees, and shoulders simultaneously.
Every joint on his body became a fierce weapon, forcing Zhao Long to retreat continuously, covered in endless marks from fists, palms, and feet.
“W-what kind of fighting style is this?” The scene on the stage stunned the watching Disciples below.
Ye Chen’s fighting style completely overturned their understanding.
Where were the magnificent Profound Arts?
Where were the dazzling moves?
There were none.
What he used was purely the most primitive Fighting Technique.
Yet, precisely this basic Fighting Technique caused Zhao Long to suffer loss after loss.
Ah…!
At this moment, the Battle Stage was filled with Zhao Long’s roars.
Just a moment ago, he had been arrogant, claiming the high ground as a Senior Brother.
Now, he was utterly wretched.
In a head-on confrontation, his Qi Condensation Sixth Heaven cultivation was actually being suppressed by a Qi Condensation First Level cultivator.
Roar!
Following the howl of a wolf, which interrupted the commotion below, Zhao Long activated a Secret Art.
His fist was wrapped in a phantom wolf head, and when he struck, there was the sound of a wolf howling.
“Azure Wolf Fist.” The eyes of the surrounding spectators were filled with fervor, as if they had witnessed the power of Zhao Long’s Profound Art before.
“I didn’t expect the Diyang Peak Head to teach even this Secret Art to Zhao Long.”
“Die!” Zhao Long, his face contorted, raised his fist and struck.
Rushing Thunder Palm!
With a cold shout, Ye Chen swung his palm to meet the attack again.
Lightning tore between his fingers, and the power was fierce and overbearing.
Bang!
Poof!
A sound of spitting blood arose abruptly, and Zhao Long staggered backward.
“H-how is that possible.” As he stumbled back, Zhao Long looked at Ye Chen with disbelief.
He clearly felt the overbearing power contained between Ye Chen’s palm and fingers; it was absolutely no weaker than his own.
Azure Wolf Fist was one of the few Secret Arts of Diyang Peak, renowned for its formidable attack power.
Using this Secret Art, he had defeated countless Outer Sect Disciples.
But now, it was broken head-on by an Intern Disciple at Qi Condensation First Level.
This was something he absolutely could not accept.
Was he really at Qi Condensation First Level?
At this moment, it wasn’t just Zhao Long; even the Disciples watching below experienced a moment of daze.
“This kid is too bizarre.” Waves of astonishment rose from the crowd below, their expressions incredibly complex.
“What?
Are they still fighting?” Outside the crowd, groups of people rushed over—needless to say, these were the people who had left earlier.
Hearing that the victor had not yet been decided, they all rushed back.
When they saw the fierce Ye Chen, they were completely dumbfounded.
They just didn’t know how profound Ye Chen’s foundation was.
In the past, in Zhengyang Sect, when he was at Qi Condensation Third Level, he fought Demon Beasts, and at Qi Condensation Fourth Level, he fought Human Origin Realm cultivators.
Through multiple trials, his practical combat ability was far superior to Zhao Long’s.
Now, Ye Chen possessed a large capacity dantian sea, his True Qi quantity was no less than Zhao Long’s, his powerful Physical Body after Body Refining surpassed Zhao Long’s, and he had the dominating Beast Heart Fury for close-quarters combat.
Therefore, this duel was destined for Zhao Long’s crushing defeat from the very beginning.
Ah…
The entire field was filled with Zhao Long’s angry roars, but no matter how furious he was, he remained firmly suppressed by Ye Chen.
“It’s over.” Following Ye Chen’s loud shout, he took a step, leaped up, and raised the fierce and dominating heavenly fortress over his head, assuming a posture like ‘Splitting Mount Hua with Force.’ The move was clean and sharp, without any trace of flamboyance.
Buzz!
The heavy heavenly fortress struck, causing the air to hum and tremble.
Seeing this, Zhao Long’s expression changed instantly.
He hurriedly raised a Golden Sword to block, pouring surging True Qi into it.
Clang!
Ye Chen split down with his sword onto the spirit sword.
Bang!
Zhao Long, who had been standing moments before, was smashed into a half-kneeling position by the sword strike.
He could even hear the sound of his arm bones cracking.
Poof!
Immediately afterward, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out of Zhao Long’s mouth.
Silence.
An eerie silence.
The crowd below, which had been boisterous moments ago, was now left with only the sound of breathing.
The scene on the stage left their expressions petrified.
Zhao Long, at Qi Condensation Fifth Heaven, was actually struck down onto his knees by a single sword strike from an Intern Disciple at Qi Condensation First Level.
“You lost.”
“Th-this is impossible,” Zhao Long roared, his legs trembling as he tried to stand up, but he was firmly suppressed by Ye Chen, who held the sword down.
“Your life can now be concluded.” Ye Chen’s cold voice responded to Zhao Long.
At this moment, everyone below the stage woke up as if from a dream.
“Th-this Ye Chen isn’t really going to kill Zhao Long, is he?
No way!
Zhao Long is the Disciple of the Diyang Peak Head.
If he strikes down with that sword, he won’t survive either.”
“But looking at Ye Chen’s posture, he really intends to kill!”
“I am a Disciple of Diyang Peak, how dare you kill me?” Zhao Long, seemingly unaware of the current situation, lifted his head and roared savagely.
To him, stakes and gambling lives were all jokes.
Although he lost, it didn’t mean he had to surrender his life, because he had powerful backing—that was his capital for reneging on the debt.
“If you dare kill Senior Brother Zhao, Master won’t spare…
won’t spare you!” Below, the Disciples from Zhengyang Sect who had come to show support shouted loudly, but intimidated by Ye Chen’s strength, none dared to step forward.
“The wager was made first.
He must die,” Ye Chen said coldly.
“Junior Brother, this was just a sparring match.
Show mercy when you can.” An indifferent voice sounded.
A female Disciple in the crowd glanced at Ye Chen.
This female Disciple was truly stunningly beautiful, with clear, bright eyes and flowing black hair like water ripples.
Her white robes fluttered, making her look like a blooming lotus flower.
All the male Disciples present gazed at her with blazing eyes.
“Su Xinyue of Renyang Peak.”
“She actually came.
I didn’t see her before.”
Ye Chen turned his head and stared at Su Xinyue.
“Senior Sister, if the one who lost just now was me, Ye Chen, would you still say that?”
“Your murderous intent is too heavy; you will find it difficult to achieve true fruition.” Su Xinyue’s expression remained indifferent.
Although she stood within the crowd, she carried an air of superiority, and her words already pronounced Ye Chen’s future path.
“Senior Sister means for me to let him go?” A cold sneer played on Ye Chen’s lips.
The suppressed rage ultimately did not explode.
This anger was not only directed at Zhao Long for harming Zhang Fengnian and the others, but also at Su Xinyue, because her demeanor was so incredibly similar to Ji Ningshuang’s: both carried themselves with an air of superiority, and both displayed that kind of seemingly compassionate but false sincerity.
“I want you to return to the proper path, do not be…”
“Do you have family?” Ye Chen directly cut off Su Xinyue’s words, staring fixedly at her with bloodshot eyes, as if questioning her.
Her words interrupted, Su Xinyue slightly furrowed her pretty brows, even more confused as to why Ye Chen would ask such a question.
“If I were to hang your family up and beat them for an entire day and night, would you kill me?” Ye Chen questioned, sneering at Su Xinyue.
“If you would, then stop putting on this fake pretense of pitying all living beings.”
“You…” Being scolded like this in public, a layer of frost instantly covered Su Xinyue’s cheeks.
At this moment, even someone as indifferent as her couldn’t help but have her chest rise and fall violently.
She was the Disciple of the Renyang Peak Head, a flower of the Hengyue Sect.
When had she ever received such a lecture, especially from an Intern Disciple at Qi Condensation First Level?
On the stage, Ye Chen had already withdrawn his gaze and raised his palm, which was wreathed in True Qi.
If this palm strike landed, Zhao Long would surely die.
But just at this moment, a powerful aura swept over, instantly appearing on the Battle Stage and transforming into a figure holding a Whisk.
Taking a closer look, wasn’t this person precisely Ge Hong, the Head of Diyang Peak?