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Soon after, Wang Yi inquired about some methods for practicing Split Leg and then returned to his residence.
Split Leg is known for its efficiency, capable of overcoming ten opponents with a single force, tearing the ground apart.
Before long, Wang Yi comprehended the essentials of this leg technique.
As for the Nine Flames Dragon Technique and Weeping Blood Technique, Wang Yi also grasped a little and decided to keep these two Martial Arts as his secret techniques. He would not use them unless it was a matter of life and death. The preciousness of Seventh-Rank Martial Arts Technique is evident; if discovered by someone with ill intentions, he would undoubtedly face death. Moreover, using these two Fist Techniques is highly taxing on Vital Energy, and the latter would render him unable to fight for half a month, which is quite detrimental.
Currently, Wang Yi possessed Cloud Manipulation Palm and Split Leg as his two trump cards. Although Cloud Manipulation Palm is only a Fourth-Rank Martial Technique, its power surpasses that of Split Leg by several degrees, especially with its terrifying Suction ability, which few can withstand.
Against ordinary first or second layer martial artists, he could use Binding Dragon Hand, Illusionary Palm, or Mighty Vajra Fist. As for Lingjian Technique, if he couldn't use it within the Sect, Chu Yixuan and Zhao Shanyu would surely recognize it. If Zhou Yu were to find out, it would likely spell trouble. With his current strength, facing the Zhou family would be like an ant trying to shake a tree; he would need at least Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm strength to use Weeping Blood Technique effectively against Zhou Yu's father.
Strength is what Wang Yi urgently needs; however, encounters like that in Cloud Mist Mountain Range are rare and hard to come by.
The next day, sunlight broke through the night and fell upon the ground.
At Martial Arts Plaza, there was already a sea of people gathered. The crowd was immense because today was the day of the battle between Inner Gate Top Ten Disciples Yan Gang and new disciple Wang Yi. This was an event significant enough to stir up Kaiyang Sect. It should be noted that no new disciple had ever dared to challenge an Inner Gate Top Ten Disciple before, as these ten represented the strongest new forces of Kaiyang Sect.
Out of over five hundred Inner Sect Disciples, nearly four hundred had arrived. Even some Inner Sect elders were drawn in to see what this new disciple was capable of to dare challenge one of the Top Ten Disciples. Although Yan Gang ranked lower among them, he was still powerful, and many believed Wang Yi was being overly arrogant.
Former Outer Sect Disciples also gathered around; the so-called Kaiyang Four Disciples led by Li Gang had long lost their luster, like yesterday's flowers. Only the names of Wang Yi and Jin Qinghan were well-known among the crowd.
On the Arena, Yan Gang wore purple robes and had a proud expression on his face. His gaze towards Wang Yi resembled that of looking at an ant—looking down upon all beings with an unmistakable arrogance.
Surrounding the Arena were over four hundred disciples sitting together to watch this grand event.
"Who do you think will win, Brother Wang or Yan Shixiong?"
"Of course it's Yan Shixiong. He is one of the Inner Gate Top Ten Disciples, with the strength of the second level of the Yuan Realm. There's no way Wang Yi can compete."
"Exactly. Wang Yi has only been an Inner Sect Disciple for half a year; how can he possibly contend with Yan Shixiong?"
"Hmph, Wang Yi, this time I want to see how you will lose face," Zhao Shanyu said coldly, looking at Wang Yi from below the stage with disdain.
"Brother Zhao, don't worry. Wang Yi is just at the Earth Spirit Realm. With Yan Shixiong's strength, defeating him with a single move will be enough," Wang Zhou squeezed through the crowd with his bulky body, resembling a ball of cotton. His eyes squinted into slits, and his whiskers trembled like a mouse foraging in the fields.
Arena.
"Wang Yi, I give you one last chance. Admit defeat in front of all the brothers here, and I will spare you," Yan Gang said arrogantly, looking at Wang Yi with a face full of contempt.
"I also give you a chance: admit defeat now," Wang Yi replied calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar from the audience.
"Wang Yi is indeed arrogant; he actually dares to say such things to Yan Shixiong."
"I think he knows he will lose, so he's just trying to show off."
"Hmph, at this point, you're still so arrogant; it's simply seeking your own demise," Zhao Shanyu said coldly.
Even some elders from the Inner Sect hidden in the shadows shook their heads in disapproval.
"Looking for death, Wang Yi, with a character like you, I can crush you with just one finger," Yan Gang said angrily.
"You can certainly give it a try," Wang Yi replied with a slight smile, unfazed.
"With just one move, I will make you understand the consequences of arrogance," Yan Gang thought to himself, furious. How could a new disciple be so presumptuous? How would he ever hold his head up again after this?
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Gang stepped forward, and a dust circle formed under his foot, rippling like water as it surged toward Wang Yi.
"Wave!"
Wang Yi remained motionless; the moment he lifted his right foot, it suddenly slammed down, sending a yellow circle sweeping toward Yan Gang.
"Boom!"
The moment the two circles collided, there was a loud explosion.
"Yuan Realm," someone exclaimed in surprise.
"So that's why Brother Wang dared to challenge Yan Gang Senior Brother; it's because he has broken through to the Yuan Realm."
"Brother Wang is truly talented; at just nineteen years old, he has already reached the Yuan Realm. I am far behind."
"Yuan Realm? Impossible! How could he have broken through? I, Zhao Shanyu, haven't even broken through yet. How can he do it? Damn it!" Zhao Shanyu said furiously, thinking about his own privileged upbringing in a prominent family while Wang Yi was just a lowly villager. How could he compare?
"This is terrifying; I should avoid provoking him in the future," Wang Zhou murmured, his narrow eyes filled with fear.
The most shocking were undoubtedly Li Gang and Jin Qinghan, who were hidden among the crowd. They had both entered the Inner Sect, and in just half a year, they had already distanced themselves significantly.
Chu Yixuan and the others revealed a bitter smile. The most outstanding disciple of their generation was undoubtedly Wang Yi, who was already on a different level compared to them.
"Hmph, I see your confidence has increased quite a bit. It turns out you've broken through to the Yuan Realm. But if you think you can fight me, Yan Gang, with such strength, then you are gravely mistaken." Yan Gang's pupils constricted slightly. Although he concealed it well, many could still see the hint of shock on his face.
"Your tongue is dry." Wang Yi's gaze was filled with fighting spirit, burning like a raging fire.
Yan Gang remained silent. With a push of his feet against the ground, the granite Arena cracked like a spider web, and he shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, moving with incredible speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yan Gang's fists danced furiously, with Wind and Rain swirling around him. Waves of yellow Vital Energy surged outward, shattering the air. The sound of explosions echoed continuously, yet Wang Yi did not retreat even an inch. Instead, he calmly waved his hand to block, as if Yan Gang's punches were striking against cotton—soft and lacking any force.
Yan Gang gritted his teeth, channeling seven layers of Primordial Energy into his arms. A wave of yellow light surged forth like an electric shock. As Wang Yi's palm came down, winds rose and clouds gathered, directly shattering the yellow light wave into pieces.
Before long, after dozens of failed attacks from Yan Gang, his strength grew increasingly powerful and the explosive sounds became louder. Yet still, he could not force Wang Yi to take even half a step back.
Wang Yi coldly smiled as he felt a rumble in his throat; faint thunder resonated. Yan Gang was startled but saw Wang Yi's fist glowing with golden light as it smashed down fiercely. Yan Gang was furious; his fist struck out like an evil dragon pouncing for prey. With a loud bang, neither could gain the upper hand over the other.
"Is this all the strength you have? It seems your title as one of the Inner Gate Top Ten Disciples is nothing special," Wang Yi said indifferently.
Hiss!
Everyone gasped in shock. Wang Yi was actually fighting evenly with Yan Gang, one of the Top Ten Disciples. No, it should be said that Yan Gang couldn't even touch Wang Yi at all. It was clear to anyone watching that from start to finish, Wang Yi had not attacked; he was merely defending.
"I'm furious! Wang Yi, you are too arrogant. I will make you pay for your arrogance!" Yan Gang's face turned dark as his anger surged rapidly. Filled with rage, he shouted, "Mountain-Pulling Fist!"
Before his words faded, Yan Gang crossed his arms, and in an instant, a red light burst forth. Like lightning, two beams of red light shot out from between his arms, condensing into a towering Vitality Peak that pressed down toward Wang Yi with the force of a mountain.
The red peak shone brilliantly, almost tangible. The air shattered upon impact, roaring as it came crashing down, whipping up fierce winds that made Wang Yi's clothes flap wildly.
Wang Yi waved his right palm, condensing a yellow palm shadow that struck out fiercely. The yellow palm shadow immediately collided with the red peak. Rumbling... In an instant, the red peak shattered into countless Vital Energy sparks, mercilessly striking Yan Gang's chest. With a crack, bones broke, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, looking pale as he stared at Wang Yi with terror in his eyes, saying, "You..."
"!"
Unexpectedly, Wang Yi leaped forward and closed the distance to Yan Gang in an instant, landing a punch on the latter's stomach. "This punch is for Niu Meng."
"Poof!"
Yan Gang's face was filled with fear as he stumbled backward like a rat fleeing from a cat, frantically trying to escape this demon before him.
"Boom!"
"This punch is for Brother Chu."
"Smack!"
"This slap is for your father." Wang Yi swung his hand and slapped Yan Gang's left cheek, instantly leaving five red fingerprints on his face.
With a thud, Yan Gang knelt before Wang Yi, his face filled with terror as he cried out, "Please stop, I beg you, don't hit me anymore. I admit defeat, is that enough?"
Silence!
A chilling silence!
The entire venue was terrifyingly quiet, with no sounds to be heard. Eyes wide open in disbelief, they stared at the scene before them. Yan Gang's left cheek was swollen high, and five clear finger marks were visible on his right cheek. His face was as pale as paper, blood dripping from his mouth, and his eyes were red and swollen. Was this really the Inner Gate Top Ten Disciples? Was this the same Yan Gang who had just been so aggressive? At this moment, he was reduced to tears, utterly powerless and devoid of any temper.
"Hiss!"
After a long while, the crowd collectively gasped in shock, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the figure standing on the stage. It was this person who had reduced Yan Gang to a state of utter defeat, scurrying around the Arena like a rat fleeing from a cat—truly terrifying.
"One who is just beginning to rise."
Many people had this phrase flash through their minds.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could he possibly defeat Yan Shixiong?" Zhao Shanyu said in a daze, disbelief written all over his face.
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