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Zhao Shanyu's gaze gradually became more venomous, and his jealousy towards Wang Yi had reached a critical point. A commoner had actually become the first disciple of the Kaiyang Sect's Inner Sect, earning the admiration of many, while he, the Young Master of the Xiangzhou Prefecture's Three Great Families, had been reduced to a nameless person.
His gaze grew colder as he recalled the humiliation he suffered at Wang Yi's hands, and Zhao Shanyu's face turned ashen.
In that moment, all of this filled Zhao Shanyu's mind, and a hint of murderous intent towards Wang Yi began to emerge, growing stronger by the second.
Zhou Yu sat coldly at the table; a first disciple of the Kaiyang Sect's Inner Sect did not even catch his attention. What mattered to him was always Zhao Ruixue, the goddess in his heart.
However, this goddess disappointed him; she actually developed feelings for a commoner. This was unforgivable. How could a lowly person be worthy of being liked by the goddess in his heart?
No!
Absolutely not!
"No one can stop what I, Zhou Yu, want." Zhou Yu coldly looked at Wang Yi and murmured.
"Zhou Yu, what do you want to do to Wang Yi?" Zhao Ruixue bit her lip lightly. "There is no relationship between us at all..."
"Since there is no relationship, why are you so concerned about him?" Zhou Yu looked at Zhao Ruixue with a hint of admiration. "Xue Er, remember, with just one word from me, your Yunlong Chamber of Commerce will collapse in an instant."
Zhao Ruixue's stunning face showed a trace of difficulty as she glanced at Wang Yi with a hint of guilt and lowered her head.
This scene did not escape Su Zhe's eyes; a glint of killing intent flashed in his deep gaze. Upon learning that Wang Yi was merely a third-level Transcendence Realm martial artist a year ago, his resolve to kill Wang Yi became even firmer. This person must not be left alive; otherwise, the Su Family would face destruction in the future.
"Iron Curtain wins."
Although Iron Curtain had lost to Wang Yi, his strength had improved significantly and was no match for Wan Shouqing.
As a result, Kaiyang Sect won one round. Now only one round remained. If Kaiyang Sect won, resources like the mine would still belong to them. However, if Wen Cang Sect won, this competition would end in a tie, making resource distribution even more difficult.
"Evening breeze, whether my Wen Cang Sect can achieve victory depends on you," Yunhe said as he turned to Lin Wanfeng.
"Rest assured, Sect Master, I will do my utmost," Lin Wanfeng replied with a cupped fist gesture.
"Then I can relax," Yunhe said slowly with a smile. After all, Lin Wanfeng was the strongest among the younger generation of Xiangzhou Prefecture. With Iron Curtain gone, who could possibly be Lin Wanfeng's opponent?
Lin Wanfeng glanced at Wang Yi, then stomped his foot and transformed into a blur, appearing on the Arena. He cupped his fists and said, "Wen Cang Sect's Lin Wanfeng, please give me your guidance."
"It is Lin Wanfeng; it seems this time Kaiyang Sect is bound to lose. This round of competition between the two sects will likely end in a stalemate."
"Not bad; I've heard he recently broke through to the Yuanjing Eighth Layer. His strength is formidable; an ordinary Eighth Layer martial artist is simply no match for him."
"Wang Yi, you cannot contend with Lin Wanfeng. If it comes to worst, just admit defeat," Liu Badao advised.
Wang Yi was taken aback, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't even fought Lin Wanfeng yet, and Elder Three had already assumed he would lose?
"Sigh, Wang Yi, I know your strength is decent, but compared to Lin Wanfeng, you are far too lacking," Yang Kaihe clearly did not believe Wang Yi could defeat Lin Wanfeng and sighed heavily.
"Brother Wang, I believe in you," Jin Qinghan said with a cold gaze, but her look towards Wang Yi was much warmer. Her voice was icy yet revealed an indelible confidence.
"Brother Wang, focus," Chu Yixuan said earnestly.
Wang Yi nodded, not looking back as he stepped onto the stage.
"Hahaha, Wang Yi, I think it's better for you to admit defeat sooner rather than later. You are simply no match for my big brother; it's just self-destruction," Lin Haojian laughed arrogantly.
"Lin Shixiong is right; it's better for you to admit defeat early to avoid making a fool of yourself."
"This child is merely at the Yuanjing Fivefold level; how can he compete with Lin Wanfeng? I think this child is mostly just seeking attention," Su Zhe said with a laugh.
Several clan heads nodded upon hearing this, clearly not recognizing Wang Yi's strength, as the gap between the two was not insignificant.
"Hmph, this time I want to see how you embarrass yourself in front of everyone," Zhao Shanyu said coldly.
"What, are you worried about him?" Zhou Yu looked at Wang Yi with a cold gaze and said with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
"No, I have nothing to do with him," Zhao Ruixue said, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear and lowering her head slightly.
"Nothing to do with him? Then why didn't you marry me when I proposed?" Zhou Yu's expression gradually turned colder. He had always believed that it was Wang Yi who was causing trouble; otherwise, he would have already won her heart.
"I must fulfill the task my father entrusted to me before he passed away. Until I complete it, I will never marry," Zhao Ruixue said, a hint of nostalgia appearing on her beautiful face, her voice becoming much quieter.
"If I can't have it, no one else can," Zhou Yu said coldly.
Zhao Ruixue lowered her head and remained silent.
Arena.
"Wang Yi, I will give you one last chance. You can still admit defeat now. If you don't listen to me, I, Lin Wanfeng, will make you regret it," Lin Wanfeng said with a cold smirk.
"What, are you afraid?" Wang Yi sneered. "The agreement between us is merely being expedited. If you're scared, all you need to do in front of everyone is shout 'Lin Wanfeng is a cowardly bastard.'"
"What did you say?" Lin Wanfeng's expression suddenly turned cold. "Wang Yi, don't overestimate yourself. Do you really think you can defeat me? Go practice for another ten years."
"No need for ten years; today, today I, Wang Yi, will trample you underfoot and let you taste the bitterness of defeat." Wang Yi's face was expressionless, but his heart was already boiling. The humiliation he suffered a year ago felt vivid in his memory. Today, today he would reclaim everything and trample down this first disciple of the Wen Cang Sect.
Today is the day when I, Wang Yi, will make my name known.
At this moment, Wang Yi is filled with ambition; at this moment, Wang Yi is boiling with passion; at this moment, I am a strong contender, Zongheng.
What of the first disciple of the Wen Cang Sect?
What can the top young talents of Xiangzhou Prefecture do?
I, Wang Yi, will still trample you underfoot.
“Hahaha, what a joke! This is the best joke I have heard in twenty-three years, Wang Yi. Do you remember what I once said to you?” Lin Wanfeng laughed loudly, then quickly retracted his laughter and said in a cold voice, “Without strength, it’s best to be honest; otherwise, you will pay a heavy price that you cannot afford.”
“Listen to me; you won’t regret it. After today, you will thank me,” Lin Wanfeng continued to mock as he saw Wang Yi remain indifferent.
“I didn’t expect your verbal skills to be quite good; I just wonder how your actual skills are. Don’t end up being beaten into a softshell shrimp,” Wang Yi replied calmly with a smile.
“Arrogant! This kid is too arrogant. Lin Wanfeng is the strongest among the young generation of Xiangzhou Prefecture, yet he dares to speak to Lin Wanfeng like this. He must not know how to write the word ‘death’.”
“Indeed, even Iron Curtain is no match for Lin Wanfeng; how could he be?”
He is angry!
Lin Wanfeng is angry!
How many years has it been!
How many years has it been since anyone dared to speak to him like this!
"Wang Yi, congratulations, you have successfully enraged me. I will make sure you have a memory that you will never forget for the rest of your life, and you will pay an indelible price for every word you have spoken today." Lin Wanfeng's gaze at Wang Yi was terrifying, and his voice was cold and ruthless.
This scene brought great joy to Zhou Yu, Zhao Shanyu, and Su Zhe.
"Looks like I don't need to take action; someone is already going to deal with him," Zhou Yu said with a smile.
"Hmph, just a country bumpkin, daring to speak to Lin Wanfeng like that. I want to see how this ends for you," Zhao Shanyu remarked.
"This kid is still too young and reckless. Now he has provoked such a strong enemy; this is truly beneficial for me," Su Zhe thought to himself.
"You talk too much," Wang Yi waved his hand dismissively.
Lin Wanfeng shot a cold glance at Wang Yi, let out a low growl, and his body reached peak speed, leaving only a faint shadow in the air. In the next moment, he had already appeared in front of Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's spiritual sense was incredibly powerful. With a casual wave of his hand, a deafening sound erupted as the air exploded under the impact of immense force, causing both of them to retreat simultaneously.
In their first clash, neither side gained the upper hand.
"Indeed impressive; you were able to block seven-tenths of my power," Lin Wanfeng's pupils constricted slightly. However, as the top disciple of Wen Cang Sect, he would not allow himself to acknowledge his opponent, so he coldly stated.
"I will step forward; I want to trample you underfoot," Wang Yi replied indifferently.
"Hiss."
No one expected that Wang Yi would still be so arrogant at this point; they all revealed expressions of hope as they watched this contest unfold.
"Really? Then show me your strength and let me see how you plan to put me under your foot?" Lin Wanfeng was not an easy opponent; whether in talent or courage, he was not someone of Lin Haojian's caliber. So even though he knew Wang Yi was trying to provoke him, he did not lose his temper.
Before the words fell, a sound of a sword ringing echoed from Lin Wanfeng's hand. In the next moment, a sword light over ten feet long shot toward Wang Yi's throat, as fast as lightning.
Buzzing!
Whoosh!
The sound of the sword was sharp and piercing, like the cold wind howling.
Clang!
Wang Yi swung his fist, unleashing a golden fist of light. With a clang, it splashed golden brilliance in the air. The sword light seemed as if it had not struck his fist but rather hit steel.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lin Wanfeng's treasured sword danced like flowing clouds and flowing water, as if lightning streaked across the sky. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Three consecutive strikes landed on Wang Yi's golden fist. However, Wang Yi's body had already been transformed by the Transcendence Fruit, making it incredibly hard. Coupled with Primordial Energy, an ordinary treasured sword could hardly break through his defenses.
"Hah!"
Lin Wanfeng let out a loud shout, and an overwhelming Vital Energy surged into his arm and into the treasured sword. The sword's edge suddenly shot out a sword qi over four meters long. With a crack, the air split in two, and shockwaves spread to both sides.
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