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At the same time, Rumbling, a brilliant golden light burst forth from Wang Yi's fist, and the Fist Force surged violently, pouring out like a tidal wave, making it impossible to resist the sword energy.
Rumbling!
Wang Yi casually threw a punch, like a falling Thunder, deafening. Lin Wanfeng's expression changed slightly as he was pushed back five meters by this overwhelming force.
"This is the strength of the number one disciple of Wen Cang Sect, the strongest among the youth of Xiangzhou Prefecture?" Wang Yi coldly stared at Lin Wanfeng, a hint of disdain curling at the corner of his mouth, "It's nothing special."
"Hiss!"
Before he finished speaking, everyone widened their eyes and gasped in shock.
"This young man is actually fighting evenly with Lin Wanfeng despite being at the Yuanjing Fivefold level?"
"No wonder Liu Zongzhu had him come out last; it seems this match is going to be a fierce battle."
"Hmph, it's just the beginning. Wang Yi, don't get too complacent," Lin Haojian said with a dark expression.
Iron Curtain looked at the confident Wang Yi, revealing a bitter smile. He thought he had made significant progress, but who knew that Wang Yi had advanced so quickly? Just this one move from Lin Wanfeng required him to use all his strength to defend; he couldn't deny that he was losing fairly!
"Ah! Wang Yi, you are too arrogant; arrogance comes with a price," Lin Wanfeng said ominously, suddenly roaring angrily at Wang Yi.
"I will reclaim everything from a year ago. Lin Wanfeng, remember my words: I... Wang Yi, will trample you underfoot," Wang Yi replied coldly. At this point, the conflict between him and Lin Wanfeng erupted instantly, reaching an irreconcilable level.
"Is that so?" Lin Wanfeng said sinisterly. "Today, in front of all the seniors, I will make history repeat itself, and you... Wang Yi, will be the protagonist of this match." With that, Lin Wanfeng waved his large sleeve, and an overwhelming Gale surged toward Wang Yi.
Rumbling!
With the blessing of Primordial Energy, Gale's momentum was unmatched, shattering the air and stirring up dust, forming a tornado that violently charged forward.
Crack! Crack!
Wang Yi coldly smiled and said, "It's over."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The tornado collapsed in an instant, and Wang Yi leaped out, executing the You Li Body Technique with fluid grace, moving at an incredible speed. The area between them had long been obscured by the storm, and Lin Wanfeng could not see Wang Yi's position. However, Wang Yi's spiritual sense far exceeded that of his peers, and in a moment, he pinpointed Lin Wanfeng's location.
With a loud bang, a vast Fire Sea erupted in the air, blazing fiercely. This all happened in the blink of an eye. Although Lin Wanfeng was exceptionally talented, he struggled to react in such a rapid situation. His clothes were burned to tatters, and even his neatly arranged hair was singed, looking as dry as straw.
The once handsome Lin Wanfeng had instantly transformed into a disheveled failure with tattered clothing. The pride in his eyes had vanished, replaced by fear and unease.
"I swear, today I will trample you underfoot," Wang Yi said coldly as he looked at the terrified Lin Wanfeng.
Rumbling!
A red Palm Seal slammed hard against Lin Wanfeng's forehead. With a crack, his nose collapsed, his front teeth shattered, and blood filled his mouth. He fell to the ground, bruised and battered.
Lin Wanfeng let out an angry roar, his eyes bloodshot as if he were about to explode. As the first disciple of Wen Cang Sect and a peerless young powerhouse of Xiangzhou Prefecture, being beaten to such a state was more unbearable than death.
However, even more terrifying things were yet to come. Suddenly, Lin Wanfeng felt an overwhelming Suction enveloping him, pulling him uncontrollably toward Wang Yi.
Smack!
Wang Yi coldly smiled and slapped Lin Wanfeng on the left cheek, causing it to swell up immediately, blood gushing from his nose, his face covered in blood, and his gaze vacant, terrifying to the extreme.
"This slap is on behalf of Niu Meng."
Smack!
"This slap is on behalf of your father, because you are unfilial."
Smack!
"This slap is on behalf of your mother, because you are unkind."
Smack!
"This slap is on behalf of your ancestors, because you disgrace the Lin family."
Smack!
"This slap is a repayment to you, because you are arrogant."
Smack!
"This slap is on behalf of all those you have bullied, because you are conceited."
Smack!
"This slap was delivered by me because you are ungrateful and disrespectful, self-righteous, arrogant, and disregardful of your elders. You deserve this," Wang Yi said with a cold smile, slapping Lin Wanfeng's already swollen face.
Seven consecutive slaps landed on Lin Wanfeng's left cheek, leaving his face bruised, his nose already collapsed, blood covering his face as if he had just emerged from a pool of blood, utterly unrecognizable.
"Ah!"
A shrill, terrified scream escaped Lin Wanfeng's mouth, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Wang Yi as if he were a devil, collapsing to the ground.
Liu Bei, Yunhe, and the others finally returned to reality from that piercing scream, staring blankly at the young man on stage known as the first disciple of Wen Cang Sect and the strongest youth in Xiangzhou Prefecture: Lin Wanfeng.
Once, Lin Wanfeng was handsome and extraordinary, charming and dashing. But now, with a face covered in blood and fear, a collapsed nose, and utterly disfigured features, where was the slightest trace of the first disciple of Wen Cang Sect or the strongest youth in Xiangzhou Prefecture?
Silence!
Quiet!
A deathly silence!
A gentle breeze brushed by, stirring up waves of despairing cries.
Wang Yi lifted his foot and stepped on Lin Wanfeng's pale right cheek. Staring into Lin Wanfeng's terrified eyes, he coldly said, "From now on, I will trample you underfoot."
"Ah!"
Lin Wanfeng let out a heart-wrenching scream. Gone were the towering ambitions and strong demeanor he once had; all that remained was fear and panic. His confidence was completely crushed by Wang Yi's foot.
This is exactly what Wang Yi wanted. It should be known that Lin Wanfeng's name is not just for show; his talent cannot be deemed weak. The only way for him is to completely extinguish the confidence in his heart, to wear down the heart of a strong person. From now on, no matter how strong he is, when faced with himself, he will disappear without a trace and become a Weakling.
"Ah!"
Lin Wanfeng let out a gasp, blood mixed with his teeth spewing out. His handsome face had already twisted beyond recognition, filled with fear. After a fit of coughing, he looked at Wang Yi's cold gaze, shivering as he said, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" His voice started off faint but by the third time it was almost a howl, and then he lay on the ground, pale and lifeless.
"Hiss!"
The air was filled with gasps of shock; aside from that, there was an eerie silence all around.
After a long while, the crowd erupted into an uproar, discussions rising and falling like a lake that had just been opened up.
"Impossible, impossible! How could Lin Wanfeng lose to him?" An old man’s face was filled with disbelief as he took a deep breath, trying to dispel everything before his eyes. However, Lin Wanfeng was indeed trampled underfoot by Wang Yi, panic-stricken as he said, "I admit defeat."
"No! How could this happen? How could our Wen Cang Sect's top talent lose to him?" Several elders from Wen Cang Sect exclaimed almost simultaneously in disbelief, shaking their heads continuously.
"Impossible?" Yunhe stood up in shock, staring blankly at Lin Wanfeng being trampled underfoot by Wang Yi on the stage.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Lin Haojian looked at Wang Yi in horror and then glanced at his older brother beneath Wang Yi's foot, murmuring in fear.
"This... he won." Iron Curtain shook his head in disbelief. He could not accept what was happening before him. Undeniably, Wang Yi was strong, but in his heart, compared to Wen Cang Sect's top disciple Lin Wanfeng, he felt there was still a gap. Therefore, when Wang Yi truly defeated Lin Wanfeng, all he felt was disbelief that someone once hailed as a strong figure among the youth of Xiangzhou Prefecture was now being trampled underfoot, trembling and saying: "I admit defeat."
"Hmph! Waste! Waste! What kind of top disciple of Wen Cang Sect? What kind of strong youth of Xiangzhou Prefecture? They are all Waste! Can't even defeat a country bumpkin; they might as well die." Zhao Shanyu's face darkened ominously. He had originally thought that with Lin Wanfeng defeating Wang Yi, he could take the opportunity to mock him; who would have thought it would end like this?
"It seems I need to step in personally." Zhou Yu coldly looked at Wang Yi and murmured.
"Ah, I didn't expect this kid to actually win." Su Zhe's expression was somewhat gloomy, but due to his status, he couldn't express his anger and tightly gripped the armrest of his chair.
Su Hai Brothers and Heber Fu were also astonished, not believing that Wang Yi had defeated the so-called top expert of the younger generation from Xiangzhou Prefecture.
"Looks like I made the right move with this chess piece," He Shan said with a smile.
Heber Fu clenched his fists tightly. When he first met Wang Yi, he was not even a match for him. The second time they met, Wang Yi defeated him; by the third meeting, he had already trampled the top disciple of Wen Cang Sect underfoot. What about the fourth meeting? Heber Fu dared not imagine or think about it.
"He really won?" Chu Yixuan squinted his eyes and confirmed that Wang Yi had indeed put Lin Wanfeng underfoot. He secretly rejoiced, thinking that Wang Yi was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness. Since he had helped him before, he would surely gain a powerful ally. A talent like this could not be limited to Xiangzhou Prefecture; the Song Kingdom was his true stage.
Jin Qinghan remained expressionless, not feeling a ripple of emotion until he saw Wang Yi stepping on Lin Wanfeng, confirming that Wang Yi was indeed much stronger than himself.
"Wang Yi is truly an exceptional disciple of our Kaiyang Sect, a talent we haven't seen in a hundred years. How fortunate we are!" Liu Bei said with a beaming smile.
"Ah! Yes, yes, the Sect Master is absolutely right. We should do our utmost to cultivate Wang Yi," Yang Kaihe said awkwardly, recalling that it was he who had urged Wang Yi to concede earlier, only for Lin Wanfeng to be the one who conceded instead.
Liu Ba laughed heartily.
Yunhe's face turned ashen as he thought of his own status and let out a cold snort.
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