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"Ha ha ha, big brother, you are amazing." Niu Meng laughed heartily and then scolded Zhao Shanyu, "Hmph, what is impossible? You, you bastard, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, how would you know my brother's greatness?"
"Zhao Shidi, do you not know that there is nothing impossible in this world?" Wang Yi said with a slight smile.
"You... you..." Zhao Shanyu was so angry that he couldn't speak, his eyes filled with unwillingness. He snorted coldly and waved his sleeve as he left.
At the elder's seat, the elders withdrew their surprised gazes and began to discuss among themselves.
"This young man is extraordinary. Given time, he will surely surpass Iron Curtain."
"Indeed, this young man is only nineteen years old this year and possesses such strength. In a few years, our Kaiyang Sect will have another Transcendent Realm Expert."
"Wang Zhou, you truly have a good eye!" Xiao Renyi said with a smile.
"Xiao Shixiong is overpraising me; the junior brother is merely seeking benefits for our Kaiyang Sect," Zhou Deyu replied with a grin.
"Our Kaiyang Sect has such talent; there will surely be a day of rise."
"Indeed. I see that Wang Yi is no less than Lin Wanfeng."
"This generation of disciples is far beyond previous ones; I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse?" Yang Kaihe murmured. It should be noted that in the past, there had not been a single new disciple who could break into the top twenty, but this year’s Wang Yi generation surprisingly had as many as six.
"Elder Yang, do not worry. With this young man in our Kaiyang Sect, it seems that the lord wants to prosper our Kaiyang Sect," Liu Bei waved his hand calmly but powerfully, instilling no thought of resistance in anyone.
"The sect master is wise," the elders echoed in unison.
"With them, perhaps this time when the two sects compete, our Kaiyang Sect can finally hold its head high," Liu Bei's eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a sharpness like blades, as if he could unleash a powerful force at any moment.
Next, Chu Yixuan and Li Gang were defeated, while Hong Gang and Iron Curtain advanced.
"Xiao Hao, Jin Qinghan," Liu Badao called out.
On the arena.
Jin Qinghan was dazzlingly bright, dressed in white under the sunlight, radiating an unmatched brilliance. In his hand was the Remaining Cloud Sword, as white as snow. A gentle breeze stirred, causing a few strands of long hair to dance before his eyes. From a distance, he resembled an unparalleled swordsman, ready to draw his blade.
"Please." Jin Qinghan coldly uttered this single word, his expression icy and devoid of emotion.
Wang Yi looked at Jin Qinghan on the stage, feeling somewhat complicated. What should he do upon encountering him?
"Hmph, you are the one known as White Brow, Jin Qinghan?" Xiao Hao shot a cold glance at Jin Qinghan, his gaze lingering on the White Brow. It was a pair of snow-white eyebrows that subtly emanated a chill, appearing from afar like two cicada pupae, their tips sharp enough to rival blades.
Jin Qinghan stared coldly at Xiao Hao, remaining silent as if nothing stood before him.
"This Jin Qinghan is too arrogant; Xiao Shixiong speaks to him, yet he doesn't even respond."
"Indeed, it's truly outrageous. His strength is two realms above Xiao Shixiong, he is bound to lose this time."
"Hmph, so arrogant. Let me show you that arrogance comes with a price." Xiao Hao glared with fury in his eyes as if he were about to breathe fire. He stepped forward, unleashing a fist shadow the size of a bowl that broke through the air, radiating Azure Light. With a whoosh, it struck Jin Qinghan, shattering instantly.
"Illusion." Xiao Hao coldly remarked as he saw Jin Qinghan reappear before him. Before he finished speaking, he pointed like a sword and slashed downwards, sending a yellow sword light towards Jin Qinghan.
Whoosh!
The crowd witnessed a white light sweep through the air as the yellow sword shadow shattered instantly. A wave of coldness filled the air, reminiscent of the chill of midwinter, causing nearby disciples to shiver involuntarily.
Xiao Hao was taken aback when suddenly another white sword light sliced through the sky towards him. He raised his arm high and struck downwards; a burst of Azure Light erupted forth. With a thud, the Azure Light crumbled beneath the sword light as if made of paper, immediately striking back at Xiao Hao.
"What?" Xiao Hao exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly swung his Kaiyang Sword to defend himself. However, with a crack, the Kaiyang Sword snapped in two. Although the remaining sword light had lost its brilliance, the power contained within was beyond what Xiao Hao could withstand with just his body. With a tearing sound, his purple robe was shredded, and a shallow cut appeared on his chest as he was sent flying backward.
Without even glancing at Xiao Hao, Jin Qinghan walked off the stage.
Lying on the ground, Xiao Hao felt a chill on his back; cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes. Watching Jin Qinghan's retreating figure sent shivers down his spine as he swallowed hard, fear evident in his gaze.
Whoosh!
Martial Arts Plaza erupted in an uproar as Jin Qinghan defeated the second-ranked Xiao Hao with just two strikes. This was truly astonishing.
"That's incredible! What sword technique is Jin Shixiong practicing to be so powerful?"
"Did you see him draw his sword?"
"It was too fast; Jin Shixiong has mastered his sword technique to perfection."
"Wow, Bastard! Jin Qinghan is amazing. Big brother, if you ever face him, be careful," Niu Meng gasped.
Wang Yi nodded. The speed at which Jin Qinghan drew his sword was astonishing; even he had only caught a glimpse of it.
With the third round of matches concluded, Wang Yi, Iron Curtain, Hong Gang, Jin Qinghan, Chen Zhong, and Yuan Cheng advanced to the next round.
The following day, the top three Inner Sect Disciples would be determined.
The next day at Martial Arts Plaza.
This year's competition had surprised many; the second-ranked Xiao Hao had lost to a newly promoted Inner Sect Disciple. While the situation was somewhat dramatic, it had indeed unfolded before everyone's eyes. As a result, Jin Qinghan became a strong contender for the championship.
The leader of Kaiyang Sect, Liu Bei, and others returned to their seats.
"Now you six will draw lots to determine your opponents," Yang Kaihe announced.
Wang Yi and the other five stepped forward in turn to draw their lots.
The results were: Iron Curtain vs. Hong Gang; Wang Yi vs. Chen Zhong; Jin Qinghan vs. Yuan Cheng.
"Iron Curtain, Hong Gang," Liu Ba called out loudly.
Iron Curtain was at the Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm, while Hong Gang was at the Sixth Layer of Yuan Realm. Initially, they were evenly matched, but after more than ten exchanges, Hong Gang was defeated by Iron Curtain.
"Wang Yi, Chen Zhong." Liu Badao.
Wang Yi rose into the air and, in the blink of an eye, appeared on one side of the Arena, watching Chen Zhong step onto the stage, Yuanjing Sixth Layer.
"Brother Wang, please." Wang Yi cupped his hands in greeting.
"Wang Shidi, you are too polite, please." Chen Zhong replied with a smile.
Seeing this, Wang Yi did not decline. With a movement of his feet, he directly appeared within a few meters of Chen Zhong. The latter was slightly taken aback; it seemed that Wang Yi had not used his true strength before. Well then, let me see what kind of methods you have hidden. With that thought, Chen Zhong waved his hand, and a heavy blade shimmering with dark light appeared. The blade sparkled with dark light, flowing like water, as if a black dragon was devouring a Cold Blade.
"This blade is called Cloud Dragon Head Blade, Wang Shidi, take note." Chen Zhong said with a calm smile. Then, he drew the dragon-headed blade forward, creating a Blade Qi that stretched about ten feet long, charging towards Wang Yi with the might to cover mountains and rivers.
With a loud sound, the Blade Light struck the air as if tearing through a piece of cloth, the sound clear and distinct.
Wang Yi let out a low shout and struck out with his right palm toward the Blade Light. Suddenly, a vortex of airflow appeared in front of him, spinning rapidly. In that moment, the Blade Light was drawn into it and bizarrely became unable to move within the vortex.
"Disperse."
The voice was barely audible; yet upon uttering that single word, the Blade Light instantly crumbled like a mountain collapsing, reduced to dust by the swirling airflow.
"What? What kind of technique is this? How can it be so strange?" Chen Zhong exclaimed in surprise.
Wang Yi looked at Chen Zhong's face which showed a hint of astonishment and remained silent.
"This is the power of inertia." Liu Bei's eyes flashed with surprise as he asked, "Transforming Cloud Palm? No, how could Transforming Cloud Palm possess such bizarre power?" He then turned to Zhou Deyu and asked, "Elder Zhou, I heard that this Wang Yi is your disciple. Do you know what palm technique he just used?"
"Reporting to the Sect Leader, this palm technique was comprehended by Wang Yi himself; no one taught him." Zhou Deyu nodded slightly.
"What? Comprehended by himself? This child has such wisdom?" Several elders in Azure Robe were astonished and asked in unison.
"Although Wang Yi's talent is extraordinary, what truly sets him apart is his wisdom. His comprehension ability is extremely strong; even I as his master have much to learn from him," Zhou Deyu said with a smile.
"Indeed, it seems this young man is truly extraordinary," Liu Bei murmured as he withdrew his gaze.
In the Arena.
"Hmph, if you think you can defeat me with just this strange palm technique, you're dreaming. Watch my blade." Chen Zhong, feeling a surge of anger as Wang Yi showed no intention of backing down, leaped into the air and shouted, "Raging Mountains and Rivers." As his voice fell, a blade of Qi, about ten feet long, sliced through the air, splitting it like mist.
"Divide."
With that single word, the blade of Qi split into three, aiming at Wang Yi's face, chest, and lower body respectively. The speed was astonishing, reaching Wang Yi in an instant.
Wang Yi was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected Chen Zhong to have mastered such a formidable sword technique. However, to him, it was still quite ordinary. Once he unleashed the Transforming Cloud Palm, the vortex of air generated grew larger and larger. As long as he had Primordial Energy supporting him, it would never cease.
Moreover, during this time, the Transforming Cloud Palm had evolved from a simple martial art that could only create a vortex into something more powerful after Wang Yi's comprehension. It now possessed a hint of solidifying force, and the same went for the Cloud Manipulation Palm.
Puff!
Wang Yi advanced boldly, the airflow between his palms swirling like a white dragon soaring and undulating. In an instant, he wrapped up the three sharp blades of Qi together. Chen Zhong's expression changed; just as he was about to execute his second move, he found himself unexpectedly charged at by Wang Yi. Caught off guard, he was enveloped by the swirling airflow.
"What is happening?" Chen Zhong's calm demeanor suddenly shifted as he felt his legs weighed down as if filled with lead; his speed slowed to a crawl. Suddenly, he heard a laugh and saw Wang Yi strike down with one palm directly onto his chest. The impact sent his blood surging and stained the sky red as he flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground.
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