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Chen Zhong was slightly taken aback. He initially thought Wang Yi was only at the first level of the Yuan Realm, and that he could easily handle him with his own strength. However, the imposing figure before him possessed an astonishing amount of power that completely exceeded what one would expect from someone of his age. As Niu Meng charged forward again, his arms spread wide, coming down with a fierce strike, a green shadow of an arm, as thick as a bowl, shot through the air with the force of a knife cleaving Mount Hua, aimed at the oncoming Niu Meng.
Rumbling!
A tremendous sound echoed in the clear sky, causing a sharp pain in the ears. The shockwave rolled out, and the green arm shadow was unstoppable, directly shattering the fiery fist shadow without mercy and crashing down onto Niu Meng's chest. Niu Meng cried out in pain and was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
"Chen Zhong wins," Liu Ba said with a slight smile, announcing loudly.
Wang Yi helped Niu Meng up. Although Niu Meng couldn't swallow his anger, defeat was now a fact.
"Zhao Shanyu, Yuan Cheng," Liu Ba continued.
Zhao Shanyu wore a proud expression, but how could someone at the second level of the Yuan Realm compete against the fourth level Yuan Cheng? He was defeated in just a few moves.
"Hmph, Bastard Egg, I thought you were impressive. Now it seems you're nothing special," Niu Meng shouted at Zhao Shanyu as he walked off the stage dejectedly.
"Niu Meng, do you dare to insult me? Are you willing to fight me?" Zhao Shanyu's face darkened ominously, like a storm cloud gathering. His eyes were icy cold. Zhao Shanyu had once been quite prominent in the Outer Sect; everyone knew his name as one of the Kaiyang Four Disciples. But now that he had entered the Inner Sect, he couldn't even make it into the top ten, which was infuriating and left him feeling stifled.
"Come if you want; do you think I'm afraid of you?" Niu Meng paused for a moment; his injuries had healed considerably and he charged forward immediately.
However, unexpectedly, Zhao Shanyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and turned pale as paper, looking utterly defeated. He had been injured by Yuan Cheng's palm strike and was severely hurt. To avoid losing face, he had forced himself to suppress his internal injuries using Vital Energy. But after taking a hit from Niu Meng's taunt, his injuries worsened. It wasn't until he took a healing pill that he began to feel better.
"Hahaha, Bastard Egg, so you were already injured and still pretending to be strong," Niu Meng laughed heartily while pointing at Zhao Shanyu's pale face.
"Hmph! You mock me when you yourself have been defeated?" Zhao Shanyu glared at Niu Meng and said, "Don't give me an opportunity; otherwise, one day I will make you regret it."
"If you have the ability, then come at me; I'll be waiting," Niu Meng replied dismissively.
"Wang Yi, your opponent is Godly Gun Zhang Liao, who is at the fourth level of the Yuan Realm and far exceeds others at this level. Let's see how you can defeat him," Zhao Shanyu said as he looked at Wang Yi, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He felt increasingly distant from Wang Yi and was filled with unwillingness.
"This is not something for Zhao Shidi to worry about; Senior Brother will handle it," Wang Yi said calmly.
"You... fine, I'll wait," Zhao Shanyu said through gritted teeth.
In the next match, Li Gang faced off against Xiao Hao and lost.
After three rounds of competition, everyone understood that although this year's new disciples had many exceptional individuals, it was unlikely for them to reach the level of the older disciples in such a short time.
"Wang Yi, Zhang Liao," Liu Badao announced.
"Hmph, Wang Yi, I wish you good luck," Zhao Shanyu said, her expression somewhat unwilling.
"Thank you for your kind words," Wang Yi replied with a smile. Zhao Shanyu had suffered consecutive defeats and was speechless; her feelings of frustration were beyond description.
"Big Brother, defeat him!" Niu Meng shouted, his voice booming and reaching everyone's ears.
The crowd watched the two on the Arena: one was an experienced strong fighter from the older generation, while the other was a powerful newcomer. Both were formidable opponents, making it hard to predict the outcome.
"Brother Wang is one realm lower than Zhang Shixiong. Do you think he can defeat Zhang Shixiong?"
"Zhang Shixiong has mastered an unparalleled spear technique that is extremely clever. Many martial artists of the same rank have been defeated by him. However, Brother Wang possesses great strength and has never lost in his challenges against higher ranks, so it's hard to judge."
"Indeed, Brother Wang and Zhang Shixiong are evenly matched in strength. Only after they compete can we see who prevails."
On the Arena.
"Zhang Shixiong, please," Wang Yi said with cupped fists.
"Wang Shidi, I see your strength is remarkable, but you are only at the fourth level; you should concede!" Zhang Liao replied calmly, his expression indifferent.
"Zhang Shixiong, you may be overly confident. Let's compare our skills before we speak further," Wang Yi said calmly. He already knew that Zhang Liao had mastered a set of gun techniques that were exceptionally brilliant, and few could withstand them. Even against Iron Curtain, it would take some time before he could lose.
"Iron Senior Brother, who do you think will win between the two?" Hong Gang asked.
"Although Wang Yi has concealed his strength, Zhang Shidi has not hidden his abilities. His gun techniques are profound and exquisite, reaching a level of mastery. For Wang Yi to defeat him, it will likely take some time," Iron Curtain replied after a moment of contemplation.
"In that case, Wang Shidi, please proceed," Zhang Liao said, admiring Wang Yi's determination.
Wang Yi smiled lightly, his figure unfolding as he unleashed the Furious Fist. A thunderous roar filled the air, like the sound of divine thunder ready to unleash its fury. The overwhelming force was deafening, and even a Weakling could only use Vital Energy to defend against it.
Buzzing!
A milky white Sonic Wave surged forth like a tide. However, Zhang Liao merely chuckled lightly and casually threw out a punch. With a sharp sound, the Sonic Wave shattered into pieces, demonstrating unmatched strength.
"If this is all you have, Wang Shidi, I advise you to concede early to avoid injury," Zhang Liao said with a frown, thinking that Wang Yi was quite ungrateful.
Wang Yi remained silent, standing upright. To Zhang Liao, he appeared somewhat angered as he replied, "Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude."
With that, he raised his hand instantly, and a red light in the shape of a palm shot out swiftly toward Wang Yi's chest.
"Bang!"
Wang Yi's palm swept up, creating waves of Vital Energy. The red light shattered instantly as he advanced forward. A visible palm shadow formed in front of his chest and pushed out like a mountain of five fingers, fiercely slapping toward Zhang Liao. The palm wind howled out at incredible speed, reaching Zhang Liao in the blink of an eye and blowing his hair into a dance.
At that moment, Zhang Liao felt an overwhelming force strike his forehead. A cold smile crept onto his lips as he punched the palm shadow with a loud bang, causing it to shatter. Just when he thought the palm shadow had disappeared, another one appeared before him unexpectedly. Caught off guard, it struck solidly against his chest, causing him to taste blood in his throat as it spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Hiss!"
The crowd gasped in shock; it was hard to believe that Wang Yi had actually injured Zhang Liao.
"Zhang Shixiong is actually injured?"
"It's hard to believe that Wang Yi actually hurt Zhang Shixiong."
Several elders at the elder's seat were momentarily stunned, exchanging glances that reflected their mutual surprise.
"Ah!" Zhang Liao suddenly roared, his gaze sharpening as if a blade was piercing into Wang Yi's eyes. He said, "You have angered me, Wang Yi, and I will make you pay the price!" With that, Zhang Liao reached out into the void, grabbing a Silver Spear, which he thrust toward Wang Yi. The silver light was blinding, cutting through the air like a sweeping galaxy, resembling a silver snake, sharp and fierce.
The spear tip was sharp, erupting with a burst of Silver Light. With a whoosh, it shot forward.
"Clang!"
Wang Yi raised his hand, enveloped in a ball of red light, and punched out, striking the spear tip. A burst of Silver Light erupted and dissipated.
The Silver Spear danced rapidly, creating a flurry of sounds as it moved urgently. The silver snake twisted wildly, like a galaxy tearing through the sky. The air shattered like glass with a crackling sound. Zhang Liao's wrist spun rapidly; seeing Wang Yi evade several thrusts in succession filled him with rage. He leaped into the air, sweeping the Silver Spear horizontally with the force to sweep away an army, aiming directly at Wang Yi's waist.
A streak of Silver Light cut through the air at lightning speed, like a white bolt of lightning striking down.
The You Li Body Technique was unleashed; Wang Yi moved like a swimming fish, slippery as a fox, dodging in and out of the Silver Light, narrowly avoiding the most lethal strikes.
"Hmph, try my deadly three-hit combo." Zhang Liao's expression suddenly turned cold as he thrust his spear forward. With a whoosh, the Silver Light swiftly retracted. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The Silver Spear danced furiously as three consecutive thrusts were unleashed. Instantly, three silver light rings rippled outward, dazzling the spectators below who felt overwhelmed by the barrage of spear shadows, unable to distinguish which was the real Silver Spear, their hearts racing with tension.
Wang Yi let out a low growl; his clothes billowed as golden light flickered around his fists. A rumbling sound echoed in the air as a golden fist shadow radiated brilliant light and collided with the Silver Light.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
With three consecutive strikes, golden light burst forth while silver rays scattered like silver flowers. With a loud boom, Wang Yi surged forward and swung his golden fist down fiercely. A streak of golden light shot down onto the Silver Spear, producing a resounding clang. Zhang Liao immediately felt an immense force pressing down on him; his expression changed as he prepared to shout but saw Wang Yi leap up and land directly on the spear shaft. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three powerful kicks landed squarely on Zhang Liao's chest.
Caught off guard, Zhang Liao staggered back; his purple robe tore apart as he was sent flying through the air in an arc before crashing to the ground, blood spewing forth.
"Wang Yi." Yang Kaihe's deep eyes resembled two abysses, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
"Hiss!"
After a long moment, everyone gasped in disbelief at the scene before them.
If Wang Yi injuring Zhang Liao had only surprised them earlier, now they were in shock. After all, Zhang Liao was a seasoned Inner Sect Disciple with formidable strength, and few could defeat him with his Silver Spear in hand.
"Unbelievable, Zhang Shixiong actually lost."
"I told you, Brother Wang held back his strength; how could Zhang Shixiong be his opponent?"
"That makes sense. At this point, Brother Wang indeed has the strength to compete for first place against Iron Senior Brother."
"No, this is impossible. How could Shixiong Zhang lose to you?" Zhao Shanyu stared blankly at Wang Yi as he approached her.
Wang Zhou's small eyes were filled with fear as he slightly shrank back, slipping behind Zhao Shanyu, not daring to meet Wang Yi's gaze.
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