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“Bastard, Zhao Shanyu, how come I don’t see you having the same skills as my big brother? I think you’re just jealous!” Niu Meng laughed angrily.
“What? Jealous? Me, Zhao Shanyu, jealous of him?” Zhao Shanyu's face instantly turned extremely ugly as he coldly snorted, “A mere mountain dweller is worthy of my jealousy? That’s simply a joke.”
“Zhao Shidi, those ranked high in the Inner Sect are considered seniors, right?” Wang Yi said with a sly smile.
“Of course, the strong are respected. Without strength, you’re nothing,” Zhao Shanyu said disdainfully.
“Well then, I’ll be waiting for you to call me senior brother,” Wang Yi said seriously.
“What? You want me to call you senior brother? You must be dreaming,” Zhao Shanyu said coldly, glaring at Wang Yi word by word.
“Then Brother Zhao, just wait. You’re currently ranked two hundred and thirteen, right?” Wang Yi asked.
“So what if I am?” Zhao Shanyu replied proudly. His words carried a hint of arrogance; after all, not many disciples achieved such results in this generation.
“I want you, Zhao Shanyu, to lose to me tomorrow and then call me senior brother,” Wang Yi said with a calm smile.
“Hmph, don’t speak too soon; your heart might outpace your tongue,” Zhao Shanyu's expression turned cold as he led Wang Zhou and the others away.
“Bastard, I’ve disliked him for a long time. Big brother, you must defeat him tomorrow and make him call you senior brother three times,” Niu Meng said angrily before suddenly bursting into laughter. “Just thinking about his face turning as red as pig liver makes me want to laugh.”
Everyone laughed heartily.
“Elder Yuan, Mu Shixiong has arrived.”
Arena.
“Mu Shixiong, please.” Wang Yi looked at the Earth Spirit Realm fourth level Mu Shixiong.
“Please.” Mu Brother waved his hand.
Wang Yi nodded slightly, lightly tapping his right foot on the ground, and his body shot out like lightning, sweeping his sleeve and striking towards Mu Brother. Mu Brother's expression changed slightly; this person was a whole realm above him, and with his own strength, he was no match. However, to admit defeat would be a loss of face, so he immediately circulated all his Vital Energy, gathering it in his palm, his clothes billowing as he moved like an arrow.
When their palms met, there was a loud clap, and both of them rebounded from the force.
Mu Brother felt a slight pain in his palm. Just as Wang Yi was about to launch a second attack, Mu Brother cupped his fists and said, “Brother Wang, your strength is extraordinary. I am not your opponent; I concede.”
The crowd was momentarily taken aback but did not express much surprise. After all, Wang Yi's strength was evident; how could Mu Brother possibly be a match?
The challenges continued under the blazing sun, resembling a giant fireball spewing flames. Despite this, the crowd was filled with excitement, their fists clenched tightly, feeling as if they were Wang Yi, defeating opponents in three moves with unmatched strength.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Yi's ranking had risen to three hundred and one.
As the challenge matches progressed, the levels of challengers became increasingly higher. Finally, the first equal-level Inner Sect Disciple appeared before Wang Yi.
“Now is truly the time to see real strength,” Elder Yuan said leisurely.
“Indeed, previously the challengers faced by Brother Wang were all below the fifth level of the Earth Spirit Realm. Now this person is at the same level; it may not be so easy to defeat him.”
“Hmph, I disagree. Brother Wang has clearly not yet used his full strength; Long Shixiong will definitely not be able to defeat Brother Wang.”
"Hmph, do you dare to bet? I bet that Brother Wang can't defeat Long Shixiong in three moves, two hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones."
"Let's bet, who's afraid?"
"I bet Brother Wang will definitely succeed in three moves, fifty Medium-Grade Origin Stones."
"I bet he won't win, one hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones."
At that moment, everyone's attention turned to the duel, watching to see if Wang Yi could defeat the Dragon-Surnamed Youth in three moves.
"Bastard! I bet my brother will win in three moves, five hundred Yuan Stones," Niu Meng shouted angrily.
In the Arena.
"Long Shixiong, please," Wang Yi said with a cupped fist gesture.
"Hmph, you're Wang Yi, right? I've heard about your challenge. You think you can defeat your opponent in three moves?" the Dragon-Surnamed Youth scoffed.
"Just luck, Long Shixiong, no need to take it to heart," Wang Yi replied with a calm smile.
"Luck? Then let me end your luck and show you that without strength, it's better to keep a low profile," the Dragon-Surnamed Youth said disdainfully. With that, he stepped forward, his toes touching the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he was within a foot of Wang Yi, shouting, "Watch how I defeat you today!"
Wang Yi's lips curled into a slight smile as he watched the Dragon-Surnamed Youth's powerful punch coming toward him. He tilted his body slightly to the left; the punch brushed past him, the wind from the punch swirling around and lifting a few strands of black hair as it danced in the air, creating a chilly atmosphere.
"First move," Wang Yi said calmly as he looked at the somewhat angry Dragon-Surnamed Youth.
"Damn it, look at the sword." The Dragon-Surnamed Youth saw the smile on Wang Yi's face and felt like his lungs were about to explode. With a flip of his palm, the Kaiyang Sect's sword energy shot out, a beam of sword light aimed directly at Wang Yi's face.
"Second move." Wang Yi remained expressionless, lightly tapping his toes on the ground to evade the strike, and spoke softly.
"Ah! Slash." The Dragon-Surnamed Youth's face was filled with anger, his fury reaching its peak. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a burst of sword light aimed straight for Wang Yi's throat.
Suddenly!
The Dragon-Surnamed Youth advanced but saw Wang Yi's figure suddenly sway and disappear before his eyes. He felt a cold wind rise at the back of his head, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. In an instant, he was sent flying backward in a dog-eat-dog manner, landing in a cloud of dust that made him choke and tear up, utterly embarrassed.
Hahaha...
The crowd burst into laughter.
"This young man is extraordinary." Elder Yuan looked at Wang Yi with a hint of surprise in his eyes. To be able to defeat a peer so easily was indeed rare.
"Hahaha, I told you Brother Wang could defeat Long Shixiong without needing three moves. Now do you believe it? Quickly give me the Yuan Stone."
"Yes, yes, yes, quickly give him the Yuan Stone," everyone clamored.
"Ah! Where am I supposed to get that many Yuan Stones?"
This was just an interlude; the challenges continued. Next, Wang Yi defeated four more Inner Sect Disciples at the fifth level, gaining immense popularity and rising straight to the 263rd rank, all victories achieved in three moves.
At noon, the sun blazed hotly like a red pepper, making it unbearable for some disciples who were sweating profusely. After lunch, the Arena was packed tightly as if it were a wall of people. Wang Yi's reputation grew even larger, attracting even some Inner Sect elders to come and watch.
Immediately, Wang Yi defeated three disciples of the Fifth Layer in succession, each in just three moves.
As a result, the other disciples were filled with excitement, speculating just how powerful Wang Yi truly was and who could possibly withstand even three of his moves.
"Guo Xing!" Elder Yuan read aloud. He felt a surge of anticipation and thought to himself, "Wang Yi's strength has clearly surpassed that of his peers by a significant margin. It seems only a Sixfold disciple can force him to use his full power."
Guo Xing, dressed in purple, had a broad face and strong arms, making it clear at first glance that he was no ordinary fighter. Looking at Wang Yi, he chuckled, "Wang Yi, I've heard you always defeat your opponents in three moves. Today, I want to see how you plan to defeat me in three moves."
"Please," Wang Yi replied calmly, his expression as still as an ancient well, showing no signs of disturbance.
Guo Xing snorted coldly and thought to himself, "You're only at the Fifth Layer; I'm a whole realm above you. How could you possibly defeat me?"
With this in mind, Guo Xing waved his hand and said, "You're my junior brother, so I'll let you make the first move."
Wang Yi smiled lightly and moved forward swiftly. Guo Xing smirked disdainfully and thought, "If this is all you've got, then your luck ends here." With that, he thrust his palm down like a sword, aiming directly at Wang Yi's arm with incredible speed and a vicious angle.
"Bastard!" Niu Meng shouted angrily.
"Prepare to lose!" Guo Xing exclaimed with delight as he saw Wang Yi charging toward him. He unleashed a powerful downward strike with his palm, creating a loud slicing sound as the air seemed to part like paper. Wang Yi smiled calmly and suddenly bent like a willow tree, narrowly avoiding the palm strike as the wind from the attack whipped around him.
"Hmph, this time you won't be so lucky," Guo Xing said with a grim expression. Seeing Wang Yi evade at such a critical moment made him believe it was merely good fortune. He swung his palm again with the force of a crashing wave. However, Wang Yi lightly shifted aside once more, causing Guo Xing's strike to miss entirely. Enraged, Guo Xing kicked out with his right leg like a whirlwind aimed at Wang Yi's waist.
"Third move," Wang Yi thought as he felt the fierce wind rushing toward him. He planted his feet firmly and executed a leap like a carp breaking through water, evading the powerful kick. With a swift motion, he brought his palm down hard; there was a loud clap as Guo Xing failed to react in time. Blood surged from his mouth as he was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.
"Hiss!"
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, and Qi Qi gasped in surprise. They never expected that a genuine Sixfold Martial Artist could not even withstand three moves from Wang Yi. This meant that Wang Yi's strength was truly terrifying!
"Brother Wang is amazing; he even defeated Senior Brother Guo Xing, a Sixfold Martial Artist."
"Indeed, I am really looking forward to seeing how far Brother Wang can advance."
The crowd marveled, initially believing that Guo Xing, a Sixfold Inner Sect Disciple, would be able to defeat Wang Yi, but who would have thought he would still lose in three moves?
The sun blazed down on everyone, and although they were sweating profusely, their enthusiasm and anticipation soared even higher as they eagerly awaited who could stop Wang Yi's ascent.
Soon enough!
In no time, Wang Yi's ranking rose from two hundred sixty-three to two hundred thirty-seven, an astonishing speed that excited the crowd as if they were fighting alongside Wang Yi. Finally, Wang Yi faced his first Seventh Layer Martial Artist: Huang Zhong, around twenty-five years old, with a strong build and thick eyebrows.
"Senior Brother Huang, please." Wang Yi cupped his fists in greeting.
"Wang Shidi is now truly in the spotlight; every Inner Sect Disciple knows your name. You go ahead!" Huang Zhong was young but mature in character. Knowing that Wang Yi could defeat Sixfold Martial Artists in just three moves, he realized that he must be at the level of a Seventh Layer Martial Artist. He needed to be careful not to trip over himself.
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