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"What? He still has the strength to fight."
"Lin Shixiong's Vital Energy is incredibly powerful. After fighting for such a long time, he is still so formidable."
"Roar, big brother, defeat that bastard!" Niu Meng shouted excitedly.
"I'm not his opponent." Lin Chao looked at the flushed Wang Yi and revealed a wry smile. Although Wang Yi was only at the Transcendence of the Seven Realms, he possessed strength comparable to a Ninth Layer warrior.
Chu Yixuan's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed as he thought, "It seems I was right. This Wang Yi should not be underestimated; making friends with him now will do me no harm."
"Hmph, it seems the Wen Cang Three Heroes are nothing special after all." Zhao Shanyu sneered, even though he already knew Wang Yi had the strength to fight him.
"Damn it." Li Gang clenched his fists and cursed inwardly.
Lu Cong and Le Wu exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes, thinking, "How could someone with such strength remain unknown in Kaiyang Sect?"
"Haha, good, good! Truly worthy of being my Kaiyang Sect disciple!" Li Jianren's laughter was clear and hearty, echoing throughout the square.
"Hmph, Elder Li, don't celebrate too early; the outcome is still uncertain," Elder Zhao said unhappily.
Zhou Deyu thought to himself, "This young man is indeed extraordinary; it seems he is a late bloomer!" With that thought, he turned his gaze to the Dueling Platform and saw Wang Yi standing straight on the stage, saying, "Then come!"
"Hmph, you and I will battle fiercely; your Vital Energy will surely be depleted. You think you can still pretend to be calm?" Lin Haojian snorted coldly. The previous battle had consumed nearly two-thirds of his Vital Energy, and he assumed Wang Yi was in a similar situation. Closing his cold eyes slowly, endless Vital Energy began to release from within him. A sudden flush appeared on his pale face, turning red as if stained with fresh blood, resembling a Shura emerging from hell.
"Blood God Technique." Lu Cong and Le Wu exchanged glances and almost simultaneously uttered these three words, their breaths becoming noticeably heavier.
"This is bad." Chu Yixuan noticed Lin Haojian's face suddenly turn red and a trace of worry crossed his face.
"Hehe, after such a fierce battle, Wang Yi will undoubtedly lose." Zhao Shanyu had already made plans in his mind; once Wang Yi was defeated, he would immediately go up to defeat Lin Haojian. In doing so, his reputation in Xiangzhou Prefecture would surely soar. Thinking of this made him feel a bit smug.
"Big Brother, watch out." Niu Meng also sensed the terrifying Vital Energy gathering infinitely within Lin Haojian. His gaze fell on the pale-faced Wang Yi and he warned him.
Wang Yi's eyes were bright, but he was secretly sneering. No one knew that with the help of the Mysterious Pearl, his Vital Energy had already recovered to its peak state. However, seeing Lin Haojian like this clearly indicated he was preparing to use his trump card. Well then, today would be the day Wang Yi made a name for himself!
Thinking of this, an overwhelming battle intent surged from within him. Wang Yi's gaze became sharp as a sword; what man wouldn't want to become a revered strongman?
Lin Haojian roared, suddenly opening his eyes. Under the activation of the Blood God Technique, his eyes had turned blood red, and his whole body looked horrifyingly engorged with blood as he shouted, "Blood God Technique!"
"Transforming Cloud Palm."
Wang Yi's Vital Energy rapidly circulated throughout his body, connecting all his meridians. His palms spread open like palm leaves, and in an instant, the wind swept up Remaining Cloud. As his hands moved, the palm wind surged like roaring waves, filled with mighty Vital Energy.
The moment he swung his palms, the air flow slowed down as if it were filled with lead. Lin Haojian, who had reached the peak of the Blood God Technique, felt his footsteps suddenly become heavy, as if he were carrying thousands of pounds. Each step felt like walking a thousand steps; it was incredibly difficult. He looked at Wang Yi with a changed expression and thought to himself: "What kind of technique is this? It's so strange! But the situation now doesn't allow me to think too much. The Blood God Technique has already been activated; if I stop now, I will surely suffer backlash and die on the spot."
The Blood God Technique was a unique martial art of the Lin family that utilized all one's blood energy to temporarily enhance a warrior's strength. Soon, Lin Haojian felt his aura halt at Ninefold Peak. He fixed his gaze on Wang Yi and a cruel smile crept onto his lips.
"This person is dangerous; once the Blood God Technique is activated, blood will surely be spilled," Le Wu said while watching the composed Wang Yi.
"Indeed, but this person is not weak; he has forced him to use the Blood God Technique," Lu Cong remarked.
"You won't escape again; die!" Lin Haojian moved like a shadow and struck at Wang Yi's chest with a blood-drenched hand, fierce winds swirling around him and causing his clothes to flutter.
"What?" As Lin Haojian entered within ten feet of Wang Yi, his fierce expression suddenly changed drastically. He felt his speed drop sharply as if he had sunk into the sea; he was completely exposed to his opponent's gaze. "Hah!" Lin Haojian refused to accept defeat and quickly pushed the Blood God Technique to its peak state, increasing his speed slightly.
But in Wang Yi's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle. With a clear laugh, he leaped out like lightning and shouted, "Transforming Cloud Palm!"
"Boom."
A thunderous sound echoed as Wang Yi ruthlessly slapped his own chest in front of Li Haojie’s incredulous gaze. His body trembled as the Blood God Technique abruptly ceased; all of his Vital Energy instantly depleted. The side effects brought by the Blood God Technique and Wang Yi's palm force simultaneously erupted within him.
Lin Haojian was struck as if by lightning, and with a cry, blood spurted out as his body flew backward like a severed kite. Everything seemed slow, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye!
Silence!
Complete silence!
A deathly silence!
After a long while, a sharp gasp echoed throughout the venue.
"Impossible?"
"How could this happen?"
"This can't be real, how could Lin Shixiong lose to him?"
The disciples of Wen Cang Sect all looked pale, unable to believe what they had witnessed.
"Impossible?" Elder Zhao exclaimed in shock.
"Hahaha, Elder Zhao, the facts are right before your eyes, what else is there to doubt?" Li Jianren laughed heartily.
"No, no, Lin Haojian would never lose to him!" Elder Li of Wen Cang Sect cried out.
Wang Zhou looked at Wang Yi on the stage and recalled the powerful Vital Energy he sensed earlier, trembling all over. "I must never provoke him again; he is too strong, I am no match for him."
Zhao Shanyu wore a grim expression. "This Wang Yi is surprisingly formidable. It seems we can no longer take hard measures; we must proceed cautiously."
Li Gang fixed his gaze on Wang Yi, his thoughts racing. "I never expected that just a few months ago he was an unknown person, and now he has become so powerful. If I could use him for my purposes, I would surely secure a place in the Inner Sect."
"Not bad, it seems that the previous offense against Zhou Yu because of him was not reckless," Chu Yixuan thought. Wang Yi had already owed me a favor, and would not be my enemy from now on.
Lin Haojian lay on the cold stone slab, his face pale as paper, the bone-chilling wind ruthlessly sweeping around him, wearing an expression of disbelief.
"You've lost!" Wang Yi said to Lin Haojian.
"No! No! No! I haven't lost, I did not lose." Lin Haojian's gloomy gaze was filled with madness, his mouth muttering incessantly, "How could I lose to you? Impossible, this isn't real..."
With a cry of despair, Lin Haojian could not believe he had lost to an unknown person. Anger surged in his heart, and in a fit of rage, a mouthful of fresh blood surged up, staining the gray earth red.
Sweat beads dripped down Lin Haojian's forehead as he struggled to prop himself up with his hands, trembling in the cold wind, repeatedly murmuring, "I haven't lost, I haven't lost!"
He hunched over, slowly raising his head, looking at Wang Yi with a gaze colder than the biting wind, and shouted like a madman, "I will defeat you!"
"Ah!" Lin Haojian roared, his hair flying wildly behind him as it scattered into a mess, dancing in the wind. With a chilling glare, he looked like a devil with disheveled hair.
"I will kill you!" Lin Haojian raised his hand and struck directly at Wang Yi. Unable to accept all of this, he was thrown into chaos; his Vital Energy surged uncontrollably within him as he seemed to lose his mind.
"Lin Shixiong..."
The disciples of Wen Cang Sect could see that Lin Haojian was already at the end of his strength. They believed that there was no need for Wang Yi to act; any one of them could defeat him. Now that he had fallen into madness, they were all deeply worried.
Wang Yi frowned. Just as he was thinking, Lin Haojian had already charged forward. Accompanied by the latter's roar, an invisible palm wind rushed toward him.
Suddenly, from the crowd below the stage came a voice that commanded attention like thunder in clear skies: "Stop..."
However, it was too late. Without any hesitation, Wang Yi struck out with a palm. Lin Haojian's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Wang Yi's hand strike against his chest. His body trembled as if mountains were collapsing and instantly flew backward in a beautiful arc through the air.
At the same time, just as Wang Yi's palm struck out: the words "Stop" echoed like thunder in his ears. His body felt as if it had been struck by lightning; then he saw a shadow flash before his eyes. His chest shook violently; he felt sweetness in his throat and immediately flew backward.
"Big Brother..." Lin Haojian's blurry vision caught sight of the shadowy figure. A hint of excitement flushed his pale face as Wang Yi, who was flying backward in the air, felt that the shadow was incredibly fast, instantly catching Lin Haojian, while he himself was struck with a jolt of pain from behind and fell to the ground.
"Brother, are you okay?" The shadowy figure finally revealed its true form, appearing as a young man around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He stood tall, with handsome features, but there was a faintly proud expression on his face. His bright eyes looked down at everyone as if he were the master of all beings, an indescribable aura flowing around him.
"Lin Wanfeng, Senior Brother."
The disciples of Wen Cang Sect quickly recognized the young man and called out his name.
"What? Lin Shixiong is here?" Le Wu exclaimed in surprise. His voice was filled with astonishment and respect, a genuine admiration for a powerful figure.
"Is it him?" Lu Cong said in shock, staring blankly.
"Who is this person? Wang Yi was defeated by him with just one move?" Zhao Shanyu asked in disbelief.
"This person's strength is unfathomable," Chu Yixuan said nervously.
Wang Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Having been struck by this young man named Lin Wanfeng, he now looked pale, and the cold wind against his face only added to the chill.
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