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Wang Yi smiled faintly. Although Huang Zhong's strength was weak, his character was cautious. He immediately soared forward like a great roc, pouncing towards Huang Zhong.
"Brother Huang is an established Seventh Layer Martial Artist. Can Brother Wang defeat him in three moves this time?"
"Hmph, of course! Didn't you see that Brother Wang defeated Sixfold in just three moves?"
Huang Zhong's arm suddenly slashed out like a giant python, viciously striking towards Wang Yi's neck, with a fierce wind swirling around him. Wang Yi remained calm, gently sweeping his right arm upward, effortlessly deflecting Huang Zhong's arm aside. With a quick movement of his feet, he had already darted five meters away.
"Brother Wang's strength is indeed formidable. However, I will be using my ultimate move next," Huang Zhong said, his pupils slightly constricting. The previous scene replayed vividly in his mind; when he struck down with his arm, it felt as if he had hit a block of steel. The sharp pain radiating from his arm was unforgettable.
Before he finished speaking, Huang Zhong waved his large sleeve, summoning gusts of fierce wind. His hands came together like two great blades, lightly slicing through the air, tearing it apart like paper and producing a sharp hissing sound that was ear-piercing.
Wang Yi's calm gaze shifted slightly. It seemed that the Seventh Layer Martial Artist's strength was indeed extraordinary, especially since he practiced the secret martial arts of Kaiyang Sect, far surpassing others at the same level.
Suddenly, Huang Zhong lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his left foot and shot out like lightning. His right palm rose high, resembling a palm leaf in size and acting like a giant cleaver. The air crackled with hissing sounds as he swung down towards Wang Yi with incredible speed.
Bang!
Wang Yi clenched his right fist and charged upward. With a loud thud, the sound of bones grinding echoed as Huang Zhong's expression changed slightly. He swung down with his left palm like lightning breaking through the sky, causing Wang Yi's hair to flutter.
Boom!
Another loud crash sounded as Wang Yi tilted his body and countered with a backhand defense. Huang Zhong's face twisted as he immediately used the recoil force to fly backward.
"Brother Wang is exceptional; I concede," Huang Zhong said, now pale and devoid of color. Clearly, that last move had drained him of considerable Vital Energy. His gaze towards Wang Yi was filled with trepidation; he never expected that despite using all his strength in one move, he couldn't touch Wang Yi at all—his strength was indeed formidable.
"Brother Huang is too kind; I merely have a slight advantage," Wang Yi replied with a slight smile and cupped his fists in respect, knowing full well that Huang Zhong no longer had the strength to continue fighting.
"Hiss!"
Some disciples had already prepared for Wang Yi's victory but were still surprised by how decisively he won; in less than two moves, Huang Zhong conceded.
"Wow, big brother! Well done! Now you just need to defeat seventeen more people for Zhao Shanyu to call you 'senior brother.' Just thinking about it excites me!" Niu Meng exclaimed while laughing and pumping his fist.
"I'll have to work hard for that; I aim to make him call me 'senior brother' by tomorrow," Wang Yi said with a smile. Given Zhao Shanyu's prideful nature, if he were made to call himself 'senior brother,' it would likely drive him mad.
"Good, good, very good, it's truly rare!" Elder Yuan said with a smile.
"Elder Yuan, thank you for your hard work." Wang Yi respectfully handed the Wooden Plaque to Elder Yuan.
Time passed quickly, and before long, the sun had set, the red clouds spread across the sky, and the evening breeze blew gently.
In the Earth Spirit Realm, there were about thirty disciples at the Sevenfold level. Although their realms were the same, their strengths varied; some were skilled in Martial Arts, some had incredible speed, and others possessed great strength.
Wang Yi once again defeated a Sevenfold disciple and his gaze fell upon a Wooden Plaque in the twenty-second row: Zhao Shanyu!
"Wang Shizhi, it’s getting late. In my opinion, you should fight again tomorrow!" Elder Yuan said with a smile.
"Disciple obeys." Wang Yi smiled faintly and looked at the astonished Wang Zhou, saying, "Wang Shidi, please inform Brother Zhao to come for a challenge early tomorrow."
"Okay... okay." Wang Zhou's face was flushed, his belly protruding like a general's. Upon hearing Wang Yi's words, his mustache twitched as if trembling. The look in his eyes was filled with fear; now that Wang Yi had become a true dragon, he knew he could not provoke him.
Inside a lavishly decorated room.
"Damn it, this is simply too infuriating." Zhao Shanyu was extremely angry; with a wave of his sleeve, the tea set flew across the room and shattered into pieces.
Wang Zhou and the others knew that Zhao Shanyu was in a bad mood and dared not provoke him, keeping their heads down in silence.
"Well then, since that's the case, I Zhao Shanyu will fight you!" Zhao Shanyu's face was twisted with rage. He recalled that a year ago, Wang Yi was still an inconspicuous character who would call him senior brother whenever they met. In just a year, he now had to call Wang Yi senior brother instead. This thought only fueled his anger further.
At Chu Yixuan's residence.
The table was filled with exquisite dishes—mountain delicacies and seafood treasures—exuding an enticing aroma.
"Wang brother has continuously broken Sect records this time; it’s truly commendable. Come, let’s toast to Wang brother!" Chu Yixuan raised his cup and spoke loudly. Unconsciously, he had shifted from calling him Wang Shidi to Wang brother, clearly indicating that Chu Yixuan now regarded Wang Yi as an equal.
Lin Chao and others nodded in agreement, shouting: "Wang Yi should drink a few more cups!"
"Bastard! Just thinking about how tomorrow Zhao Shanyu will have to call you big brother and senior brother makes me happy," Niu Meng said, his face flushed from drinking, revealing a rosy glow against his dark complexion.
“Niu Meng is absolutely right, Zhao Shanyu cares a lot about his reputation. If that's the case, he will lose face!” Lin Chao laughed.
Everyone raised their glasses in a toast, and Wang Yi, feeling a bit tipsy after several drinks, shook his head and said, “Brother Chu, have you found out any news about Li Kaishan?”
“Brother Wang, please be patient. Xiangzhou Prefecture is so vast that if Li Kaishan is hiding somewhere and doesn't show himself, it will be difficult to find him. But don't worry, Brother Wang, revenge will eventually come.” Chu Yixuan took a sip of his rich drink and smiled, “Brother Wang, there's no need for such formality between us. From now on, just call me by my name.”
“Then I, Wang Yi, am truly honored.” Wang Yi smiled.
“Brother Wang is too modest. How could there be any honor in this? Are you looking down on me, Chu Yixuan?” Chu Yixuan said with a hint of annoyance.
“Alright, let’s raise a glass. Wang Yi, cheers to Brother Chu.” After saying this loudly, Wang Yi filled a cup for Chu Yixuan, and they both drank it down happily.
The night passed without incident.
The next day dawned bright and sunny, the sky clear without a cloud in sight.
In the Arena, Zhao Shanyu, dressed in purple with warm jade at his waist, stood tall and imposing, exuding an extraordinary demeanor. However, his expression occasionally revealed a hint of arrogance—a natural pride.
“Wang Yi, today I will defeat you and put an end to the so-called joke of defeating opponents in three moves. You will see that your so-called strength is nothing but a joke in front of true power,” Zhao Shanyu declared proudly.
In Zhao Shanyu's heart, he looked down on Wang Yi, viewing him as a country bumpkin. Although Wang Yi displayed exceptional talent far beyond his peers, his humble origins made him inferior in comparison. Meanwhile, Zhao Shanyu was born into wealth and privilege, with access to all the best resources in martial arts and alchemy—how could Wang Yi compete?
“Please,” Wang Yi replied calmly with a light smile and waved his hand. However, he was taken aback; after three months, he didn't expect that Zhao Shanyu had also reached the fifth level of the Earth Spirit Realm. It seemed that being from a prominent family meant he had access to resources that someone without a background like himself could not match. Nevertheless, despite this realization, Wang Yi remained confident in defeating Zhao Shanyu.
“Who do you think will win between Brother Wang and Brother Zhao, since they are both at the same level?”
“Of course it’s going to be Brother Wang. Can’t you see that he hasn’t even used his full strength yet?”
“Come on, big brother! Go for it! Defeat that Bastard! ” Niu Meng shouted loudly.
Hearing this made Zhao Shanyu furious; however, he couldn't afford to be distracted at this moment. With a cold shout, he sprang into action—his right leg shot out like a spring, instantly propelling forward. His leg swept through the air with tremendous force aimed directly at Wang Yi, creating a fierce gust of wind.
Wang Yi focused intently; as he moved his feet, he quickly stepped back three meters. The sound of Zhao Shanyu's sweeping kick echoed through the air—it was clear that this kick held immense power.
"Hmph, Wang Yi, since you are so capable, let's have a fair fight instead of hiding and dodging like a coward!" Zhao Shanyu's face turned slightly ugly when he realized he had missed his attack.
"As you wish," Wang Yi replied expressionlessly. His figure expanded, and with a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a punch carrying a fierce wind. Zhao Shanyu snorted coldly, a hint of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth. The martial arts he practiced far surpassed Wang Yi's; such low-level martial arts were beneath his notice.
Suddenly recalling how Wang Yi had defeated him in front of all their fellow disciples in the Refining Flame Cave, Zhao Shanyu felt an intense rage burning within him, as if his lungs were about to explode from anger. This time, he was determined to teach Wang Yi a lesson and make this country bumpkin behave himself.
Zhao Shanyu let out a sharp shout, his right foot swirling on the ground, creating a continuous sound. His legs moved like shadows before him. Suddenly, he leaped two meters high, sweeping his right leg out with the force of a raging storm, aiming to strike Wang Yi's shoulder with overwhelming power.
Wang Yi's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected Zhao Shanyu to use high-level martial arts right from the start. He couldn't afford to underestimate him. It was known that among warriors of the same rank, if a strong practitioner trained in low-level martial arts faced one who practiced high-level martial arts, the latter would undoubtedly emerge victorious.
Wang Yi's arm surged forward with great force, swirling like a giant python in the air as it met Zhao Shanyu's sweeping leg technique head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The clash of limbs echoed loudly as Wang Yi's arm struck Zhao Shanyu's leg mercilessly like a long whip. Suddenly, Wang Yi closed in, rotating his arm and swiftly attacking Zhao Shanyu's ankle. With a loud crack, Zhao Shanyu's offensive momentum came to an abrupt halt.
"Come down!" Wang Yi's gaze was sharp as a sword. He shouted loudly, unleashing vital energy that pulled Zhao Shanyu's airborne body back down to the ground.
Zhao Shanyu's expression changed slightly as he growled, "You won't get away with this!" He slammed his right palm onto the ground, flipping himself into the air and spinning rapidly while both feet kicked towards Wang Yi's chest.
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