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“Why get angry, Crown Prince? If you haven't learned your lesson from the three of us yet, do you want to taste our strength again?” A boy with exceptionally long eyebrows said with a smile. His laughter was extremely clear, but it sounded very harsh to the ears, filling the air with a strong smell of gunpowder.
“Indeed, Your Highness Crown Prince, we are merely sparring with each other. Why take it to heart?” The boy standing on the left cast a disdainful glance at the Yellow-Clad Youth and chuckled lightly.
“What? Are you admitting defeat because you can't beat us, Crown Prince?” The boy in the middle, named Yang Cheng, said with a slight smirk.
Wang Yi, standing to the side, frowned at this scene but did not say much.
At that moment, murmurs arose from the crowd around them, prompting Wang Yi to listen closely.
“Isn't that the prince? Has he been bullied by the Young Master of the Three Great Families again?”
“Who told our prince to be so weak?”
“This is a world of strong individuals. No matter if he is the son of a prince, if you lack strength, you'll still be bullied.”
“You... Yang Cheng, you are truly going too far.” The Yellow-Clad Youth's face turned pale with anger.
“Hmph, Zhao Bin, don't think that just because you are the son of Zhen Nan Wang, you are something special. In our eyes, you are just a waste.” The boy to Yang Cheng's left coldly stared at Zhao Bin.
“You... I will fight you!” Zhao Bin was young and reckless; he could not tolerate such humiliation and immediately charged forward. However, Yang Cheng merely raised his hand slightly, and a gust of wind swept out, forcing Zhao Bin to stagger back in shock.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yi furrowed his brow. From the discussions among the three youths and the surrounding crowd, it was clear that this Zhao Bin was undoubtedly the son of Zhen Nan Wang. His status was frighteningly noble, yet he was a low-level cultivator—only a first-level Yuan Realm warrior. In contrast, Yang Cheng and his companions were all warriors above the third level of Yuan Realm, significantly stronger than him. This was likely why Yang Cheng and his friends dared to bully him.
After all, Yuan Continent is a world where strength reigns supreme; in a survival-of-the-fittest environment, no matter how noble your status is, if you lack strength, everything is meaningless.
“Hahaha…”
Seeing Zhao Bin's unsteady figure, Yang Cheng and his companions immediately displayed expressions of mockery and laughed loudly. Their voices were arrogant and self-important, evoking feelings of disgust in others.
However, what surprised Sun Qian and the others was that Zhao Bin managed to stabilize his body in an instant.
"What... what is going on?" Zhao Bin exclaimed in astonishment, looking around and his gaze landing on the calm Wang Yi.
"Oh, it's been a few days, and I didn't expect your lower body skills to have improved quite a bit, Zhao Bin," the boy beside Sun Qian said with a hint of mockery at the corners of his mouth.
"Hmph, since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude," Zhao Bin's anger flared up even more at this remark, which was like adding fuel to the fire of his already pent-up rage.
Wang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, Zhao Bin clapped his hands together. With a loud bang, a burst of flames shot out from his palms, sweeping toward Yang Cheng and the others like a burning cloud.
"What?!"
The three of Yang Cheng were taken aback and hurriedly tried to defend themselves with Cui Gu and Vital Energy. However, they were completely unprepared, and with Yang Cheng caught off guard, despite their best efforts to resist, they were still scorched by the flames. Their clothes were burned significantly, but fortunately, they were not injured, which left Zhao Bin greatly disappointed.
"Hmph, is this what you got from the auction in Xiangcheng? The Fifth-Rank Martial Technique, Gaang Yan Fist Technique?" Yang Cheng sneered after suffering this setback, feeling utterly humiliated. "I see it's nothing special."
"Indeed, what Fifth-Rank Martial Technique Gaang Yan Fist Technique? I think it pales in comparison to my Liu Family Overbearing Divine Fist," the Left Youth said with a hint of anger on his face as he waved his hand to cut off the burned sleeve of his clothing.
"Is it him?" Wang Yi thought for a moment after hearing this and suddenly recalled the mysterious young man who had bid on the Gaang Yan Fist Technique at the auction in Xiangcheng.
Then Wang Yi understood why Zhou Yu's assassins had failed; it turned out that this mysterious young man was the son of Zhen Nan Wang, who was none other than Zhao Bin standing before him.
"Try the power of my Liu Family Overbearing Divine Fist!" The Left Youth shouted loudly as he swung a punch. With a thunderous boom that echoed in everyone's ears, Zhao Bin let out a scream as he was sent flying backward in a hunched position.
Wang Yi's lips curled into an enigmatic smile as he gently flicked his right hand, causing the startled Zhao Bin to come to an abrupt stop mid-air.
"Thank... thank you for saving me, big brother," Zhao Bin quickly regained his composure and cupped his hands in gratitude toward Wang Yi.
"Is it you again?" Yang Cheng's gaze suddenly turned cold, his expression dark and terrifying. He had just seen this person save Zhao Bin, and now this same individual was before him, igniting a surge of anger in his heart.
"Who are you? State your name immediately!" The Right-Side Youth stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Wang Yi.
"Hmph, some matters are beyond your control; people can die, you know?" The Right-Side Youth, seeing Zhao Bin unscathed under his domineering fist, became furious, directing all his anger at Wang Yi. He took a step forward and shouted, unleashing a wave of Pound of Vitality from his Dantian, surging toward Wang Yi like a vast ocean.
"Hmph."
Wang Yi let out a cold snort, stomping his right foot. The Vital Energy instantly shattered and dispersed with the wind.
"What? Impossible?" The young man's face changed dramatically, disbelief etched across it.
Yang Cheng's expression also grew cold.
The onlookers, witnessing this scene, immediately changed their expressions, speculating about who Wang Yi was to dare openly challenge the Three Great Families of Zhen Nan Prefecture.
"This person is doomed; he dares to provoke even the Three Great Families. I bet he doesn't even know how to write 'death.'"
"Indeed, although Zhao Bin is the Crown Prince, he is still bullied in front of Yang Cheng and the others. What chance does this unknown person have?"
"Looks like there's going to be a good show; I doubt this person will survive today."
"Hmph, what is your name to meddle in our affairs?" Yang Cheng said coldly.
"Wang Meng." Wang Yi stood undaunted, meeting Yang Cheng's gaze. "Gentlemen, the Crown Prince has no enmity with you. I suggest we end this matter here and turn hostility into friendship. What do you think?"
"Turn hostility into friendship? That depends on whether you have the ability to do so." The Left Youth chuckled lightly. Before he finished speaking, a flash of white light cut through the air and instantly appeared before Wang Yi.
"Too slow." Wang Yi smiled lightly, raising his right hand. With a clang, the white light was pinched between his index and middle fingers. As a result, the white light revealed its true form—a slender sword.
The young man's expression changed slightly. "Really?" He then flicked his wrist, causing the sword in his hand to spin like a spiral, instantly radiating sword light in all directions.
Wang Yi smiled, his fingers opening like an eagle's claws ready to strike. With a gentle grasp, he caught the sword in his hand and then lightly pulled it. The young man let out a soft gasp as the sword slipped from his grip and landed in Wang Yi's hand.
"Swordsman, it's better to use deadly weapons sparingly," Wang Yi said with a calm smile. He squeezed gently, and with a crack, the sword shattered into several pieces.
"What?"
At that moment, the people around them exclaimed. The earlier expressions of amusement vanished without a trace, replaced by fear and murmurs of discussion.
"Who is he? How can he be so powerful?"
"Yeah, when did this Young Master appear in Dian City? Why have I never seen him before?"
"Could he be from another state?"
Yang Cheng and the others could no longer maintain their previous mocking demeanor; their faces were filled with disbelief, shock, and skepticism.
"How is this possible?" Yang Cheng exclaimed, nearly dropping his jaw. No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't comprehend how Wang Yi's strength could reach such terrifying heights.
"Impossible! Sun Qian is an Earth Spirit Realm Eighth Layer warrior; how could you defeat him?" Left Youth said incredulously, as if in a dream.
"How could this be?" Sword-Wielding Youth knew how strong he was; among the youth in Zhen Nan Prefecture, he was one of the top figures. Yet now, he couldn't even last a single move against someone he had never heard of before. This was something he simply couldn't accept.
At that moment, Yang Cheng pointed at Wang Yi in astonishment and said, "Are you a Transcendent Realm Expert?"
Before the words had left his mouth, the surroundings erupted like boiling water, with discussions rising like a tsunami within a radius of several dozen feet.
"Profound Realm Warrior? How is that possible? How old is he? There's no way he could be a Profound Realm Warrior!"
"Yeah, it's impossible. Just look at him; he can't be more than twenty. How could he be a Transcendent Realm Expert?"
"That doesn't make sense, but why couldn't Yang Cheng and the others last even one move against him?"
"Profound Realm Warrior." Wang Yi was slightly taken aback, not expecting Yang Cheng to be so self-assured in considering himself a Profound Realm Warrior. However, he did not show too much surprise. Although he was currently only a Yuanjing Eightfold Warrior, his true strength had already surpassed what a Yuanjing Warrior should possess. It was no wonder Yang Cheng regarded him as a Profound Realm Warrior.
"Gentlemen, can we call it a day?" Wang Yi smiled calmly, neither confirming nor denying.
This only heightened Yang Cheng's anxiety; he realized he had inadvertently offended a Transcendent Realm Expert. After all, this was someone of the same caliber as his father!
The might of a strong warrior should not be provoked.
"Hmph, Yang Cheng, he's about our age. How could he possibly be a Transcendent Realm Expert? Did he start cultivating in the womb?" Left Youth gritted his teeth and pointed at Wang Yi, speaking loudly.
"Hmph."
A deep nasal sound suddenly emerged, and immediately Yang Cheng and his two companions felt an overwhelming pressure enveloping them. Thud, thud, thud; they could not withstand it and fell to the ground.
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