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"Wang Yi, how did he appear here?" Su Ming and the Su Hai Brothers were taken aback. This was a major event between the Kaiyang Sect and the Wen Cang Sect, and only the top ten Young Masters from both sects could participate. Could it be that Wang Yi is one of the Top Ten Powerhouses of the Kaiyang Sect? How is that possible?
"Don't panic." Su Zhe saw the Su Hai Brothers acting so out of sorts and coldly scolded them. When he noticed Wang Yi smiling slightly at him, a killing intent suddenly arose in his heart. He thought to himself, "This young man can still maintain such composure in front of someone who wants to kill him. Given time, he will surely become a great figure. As a result, the Su Family will inevitably face disaster; this young man must be eliminated, otherwise my Su Family will not be at peace."
Moreover, seeing that the Zhou Family Young Master also harbored intentions to kill him, perhaps I could form an alliance with him. With the strength of the Zhou Family and the people behind them, wanting to eliminate this young man would not be something the Kaiyang Sect could withstand.
With this thought, Su Zhe had already made up his mind. He smiled slightly at Wang Yi and then sat down as if nothing had happened, chatting with acquaintances. Before long, he burst into laughter as if he had completely forgotten about what had just transpired.
In contrast to Su Zhe's killing intent, Zhang Liang's face turned red as he looked at Wang Yi's smile, feeling somewhat awkward and unsure of what to say.
"Brother Wang." Zhang Xuan and Zhang Tai also felt embarrassed, recalling their father's previous actions and feeling guilty towards Wang Yi.
Wang Yi remained expressionless, scanning the room and indeed spotting some familiar faces. Zhao Shanyu was seated next to a middle-aged man dressed in extremely luxurious attire.
"Wang Yi." A voice filled with anger and resentment suddenly rang out.
Lin Haojian approached with a face full of hatred, standing beside him was none other than Lin Wanfeng.
"Lin Wanfeng." Wang Yi ignored Lin Haojian's fury and regarded Lin Wanfeng with indifference.
"Wang Yi, Yuanjing Fivefold, not bad, not bad." Lin Wanfeng looked Wang Yi up and down with a smile and said, "But do you really think you can defeat me with your current abilities?" Although his expression showed no emotion, he was secretly shocked. In just over a year’s time, Wang Yi had grown to this level; if given another year, he would likely surpass me by far. At that time, I would surely be defeated by him.
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
"Who am I, Lin Wanfeng? I am the top disciple of the Wen Cang Sect's Inner Sect, a peerless talent who defeated Iron Curtain; I will never lose to him."
With these thoughts in mind, a hint of killing intent gradually appeared in Lin Wanfeng's eyes. He resolved that he must not give Wang Yi any time to grow; he must eliminate him while he is still in his infancy.
Su Zhe watched all of this unfold with delight in his heart. It seemed this young man had many enemies; this was very good indeed.
Zhao Shanyu sat at the table, looking at Wang Yi with a cold gaze.
"You won't know until you compete," Wang Yi replied calmly.
"Compete? Hmph, do you really think you can challenge my brother? You're overestimating yourself. The so-called top talent of your Kaiyang Sect has already been defeated by my brother. As for you, my brother only needs to lift a finger to deal with you," Lin Haojian said disdainfully.
"To deal with you, I only need a finger," Wang Yi's gaze pierced like a sharp arrow into Lin Haojian's eyes, causing the latter to shiver involuntarily. He looked at Wang Yi in fear and then turned to his brother, realizing that he was no longer a match for Wang Yi.
"Good, good, very good, Wang Yi. I admit you are one of the few talents I have seen, but the gap between us cannot be bridged by talent alone. Defeating you doesn't even require me to take action myself," Lin Wanfeng said coldly.
"Big talk; aren't you afraid of your tongue getting twisted? Let's see whose strength is real," Wang Yi smiled.
"Then pray that you don't encounter me, or I'll make you understand what it means to be a Weakling and accept that role," Lin Wanfeng snorted coldly and waved his sleeve as he left.
Lin Haojian snorted and closely followed behind.
"Wang Yi, is there a misunderstanding between you and Zhou Family Young Master?" Yang Kaihe began to notice the unfriendly gazes directed at Wang Yi from around them. The others didn't seem to care much, but offending Zhou Yu was something one could not afford.
Wang Yi nodded, puzzled. "Elder Yang, what do you mean by that?"
"Wang Yi, let me give you a piece of advice: anyone in Xiangzhou Prefecture can be offended, but never offend Zhou Family Young Master. If there is any misunderstanding between you two, I hope you can seek his forgiveness; otherwise, even Kaiyang Sect won't be able to protect you," Yang Kaihe said with a serious expression.
Seeing that Wang Yi still wanted to say something, Yang Kaihe waved his hand and said, "Remember my words: Zhou Family Young Master is someone you cannot offend." With that, he closed his eyes and fell silent.
"Brother Wang, Elder Yang is right. Zhou Yu is not someone to offend lightly unless it's absolutely necessary. Also, it's better for you to stay away from Zhao Ruixue," Chu Yixuan sighed.
Wang Yi glanced at the beautiful Zhao Ruixue, noticing the worry in her eyes. He sighed inwardly; this competition between the two sects was truly unexpected. He now faced formidable opponents on all sides. Just dealing with Zhou Yu was already challenging enough; now there was also Su Zhe to contend with, making things even more difficult.
Especially Su Zhe; Wang Yi had already placed him on his list of must-kill targets, but currently lacked the strength to confront him.
Endure; for now, all he could do was endure!
Wang Yi clenched his fists tightly, his gaze resolute. Su Zhe and Zhou Yu, I hope you do not force my hand; otherwise, do not blame me, Wang Yi, for unleashing a massacre.
If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone. But if someone offends me, I will surely retaliate!
However, what I must face now is Lin Wanfeng, a disciple of the Wen Cang Sect. Wang Yi slowly relaxed his fists, his expression calm as he moved behind Liu Bei.
The Iron Curtain and others stood in a straight line, their bodies erect and their energy surging.
At that moment, Yunhe stood up and said loudly, "This time, it is an honor for me that the heads of the Wen Cang Sect and Kaiyang Sect have come to witness our competition. Thank you very much."
"Yun Zhangmen is being too polite," everyone replied in unison.
"Good. This competition between the two sects will be divided into ten rounds. The losing side will surrender the mine inherited from the previous generation. Now, I announce that the exchange competition between the two sects begins," Yunhe declared, surveying the crowd with a loud voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure shot out from among the disciples of Wen Cang Sect and appeared on the Arena. Looking at Wang Yi and the others, he said, "Wen Cang Sect Xu Ming requests guidance from which brother of Kaiyang Sect?"
Yuan Realm Second Layer.
Wang Yi felt silent in his heart; it seemed that Wen Cang Sect was indeed stronger than Kaiyang Sect by quite a bit. The first disciple possessed such strength; they could not be underestimated.
"Wen Cang Sect's Top Ten Disciples ranked tenth, Yuan Realm Second Layer, known for his finger techniques in Xiangzhou Prefecture," Iron Curtain whispered.
"Hmph, let me Hong Gang from Kaiyang Sect have a word with you." Hong Gang was also a hot-tempered person; he stomped his feet and shot toward the Arena like an arrow, glaring at the arrogant Xu Ming.
"So it's you, this brash man. Hmph, I'll give you three moves; how about that?" Xu Ming clearly recognized Hong Gang and smirked coldly.
"Hmph, Xu Ming, it's been a long time since we last met. You are still so arrogant. But this time, let me show you that arrogance comes with a price," Hong Gang sneered. With that, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm technique—the Azure Light Palm Seal—sweeping forward with immense Primordial Energy toward Xu Ming's face. The moment the Azure Light Palm Seal was unleashed, the air shattered; the palm wind surged forth, causing Xu Ming's clothes to flutter wildly.
Xu Ming snorted coldly; without showing any signs of action, he unleashed a black light that pierced through the air with a whoosh. Then came a crisp sound as the Azure Light Palm Seal scattered in all directions. However, that black light did not stop; carrying a long streak of darkness like a black spear, it aimed directly at Hong Gang's throat.
Clang!
Suddenly, a Blade Light shot out from Hong Gang's palm, and the black light shattered in an instant.
"Hmph, I didn't expect your strength to have improved quite a bit?" Xu Ming said leisurely.
"Xu Ming, if you have any other tricks, feel free to use them. I, Hong Gang, am not afraid," Hong Gang declared with a resolute expression.
"Is that so?" Xu Ming's eyes flickered slightly. Before he finished speaking, he shot forward like lightning, his five fingers spread wide like eagle claws, directly lunging at Hong Gang.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The incessant clanging sounds rang out as Xu Ming flicked his ten fingers, unleashing streams of black light. Sparks flew in the air, and Blade Qi filled the surroundings. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound as the large knife in Hong Gang's hand transformed into countless blades that fell to the ground.
Xu Ming was overjoyed, his eyes flashing with cold light. Just as he was about to close in, he saw Hong Gang's arm tighten, veins bulging. A beam of Azure Light, as thick as an arm, shot out. With a loud bang, Xu Ming felt pain in both arms and heard another sound. His blood surged violently, and with a gasp, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.
"This round goes to Kaiyang Sect."
Yunhe snorted coldly and said, "Help Xu Ming down."
"The second match begins."
"Wen Cang Sect, Wu, please enlighten me." A young man stood on the stage and cupped his hands.
"Wu, ranked ninth among the Top Ten Disciples of Wen Cang Sect, second level of Yuan Realm, skilled in fist techniques," Iron Curtain stated.
"Kaiyang Sect, Fang Cheng, please enlighten me." Fang Cheng flipped onto the stage and cupped his hands.
Boom!
At the moment their fists collided, the sound of Gold Iron striking echoed loudly as the two figures quickly separated.
"You've got some skill," Wu said with a faint smirk.
Fang Cheng seemed to be unaware, letting out a low shout as his body shot forward like lightning. His iron fist came crashing down from above, the force of his punch surging forth, causing his clothes to flutter and crackle.
"!"
Wu Hui's punch landed, and the sound of bones grinding against each other immediately rang out, sharp and piercing. Clearly, he had already cultivated his fist to the level of Gold Iron, making it difficult for ordinary weapons to pierce his skin.
!
In an instant, shadows of fists filled the space between the two, resembling a wall that stood between them, impossible to break through. Terrifying Vital Energy poured forth from their fists like a torrent, akin to mountains colliding or the booming sound of a great bell, deafening to the ears.
"Rumbling!"
A shadow of a punch surged forth fluidly, and suddenly a figure was sent flying from within the punch's shadow. Fang Cheng appeared before everyone, drenched in sweat and pale as a ghost.
"Who won?" a family member asked in confusion.
Before the words were finished, Fang Cheng let out a muffled groan as a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
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