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At this moment, all the contestants had reached the Stone Steps leading into the Arena. The Stone Steps were narrow, allowing only three to five people to pass side by side at a time. Those who made it this far were not willing to give up easily. Each of them exerted their utmost effort, and the sounds of shouting filled the air, making it a fierce battle.
However, the situation on the northern side of the Arena was quite different.
Because Leng Yong was there, there was almost no resistance; Leng Yong's "Eye Blade" took down one opponent after another.
With such tactics, Leng Yong saved both time and effort, effortlessly breaking through the crowd and continuously knocking down opponents with a single palm strike. It could be said that he was enjoying himself while also stealing the spotlight.
However, this situation changed when Leng Yong was about to step onto the Arena via the Stone Steps.
In front of him stood a chubby girl with a simple and honest appearance. Leng Yong was surprised as he looked at her; his Eye Blade struck out repeatedly, but she remained unfazed, blinking her eyes filled with confusion and staring at Leng Yong without stopping.
"Oh my god! Are you stupid or something?" Leng Yong finally couldn't hold back and shouted angrily.
The Black Girl seemed to get angry after being insulted; she yelled and swung a punch while retorting, "I hate it when people call me stupid!"
With a loud 'bang', their palms met. The Black Girl staggered back several steps, but upon seeing Leng Yong's disdainful gaze, she took a deep breath and charged forward again.
This time, the two truly engaged in combat. Fists broke through the air and palms created gusts of wind; in just a moment, they had exchanged over ten blows.
Finally seizing an opportunity, Leng Yong grabbed the Black Girl's fist with his hand and pulled her close, whispering, "Don't you know who I am? Do you really want to mess with the Cold Family?"
"Aren't you Leng Yong? I've seen you before; stop acting like you're something special!" The Black Girl remained confused and thought disdainfully, "This Leng Yong is just posturing. First, he rolls his eyes at me, then he keeps rambling on like he's some kind of weirdo."
Faced with such a 'real' opponent, Leng Yong was extremely frustrated at this moment. He could only clearly say to her, "As long as my father says a word, your father will have to roll out of the Cold Family tomorrow. Now you understand, right?"
After a moment of silence, the Black Girl became dejected.
'Slap!'
Leng Yong was feeling quite pleased as he watched the Black Girl finally understand the 'situation,' but unexpectedly, she suddenly struck herself hard across the face.
"You despicable!" After saying this, the Fat Girl turned and ran away, crying and wailing as she went...
Although he had managed to drive away this troublesome opponent, Leng Yong was still extremely frustrated. He turned to look at the surrounding stands and only sighed in relief when he saw that no one was paying attention to him.
"Hahaha, that was truly spectacular!"
At that moment, a mocking voice came over.
Leng Yong looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Tall and Slim Boy walking toward him, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Leng Hao, are you looking for death?!" Leng Yong was now furious.
"Whether I live or die is not for you to decide! Using such tricks doesn't make you a man!" The Tall and Slim Boy, known as Leng Hao, retorted sharply.
"Heh heh, today I'll show you my real 'tricks'!" Leng Yong understood in his heart that this battle was unavoidable. Although Leng Hao was a relative of the Cold Family, both of his parents had died in an accident years ago, and now there was nothing he could use to threaten him.
Seeing Leng Yong's fierce expression, Leng Hao also focused his mind and did not dare to be careless. After all, he was only a late-stage Seven-Dan Warrior, while Leng Yong was a late-stage Nine-Dan Warrior; one wrong move could indeed lead to serious injury.
"Take this!"
Leng Hao shouted loudly, then charged forward to engage in a fight with Leng Yong.
...
In contrast, the situation on Ye Tian's side was extremely dire, with people being carried out of the arena from time to time, some even needing to be lifted due to their injuries.
"Thank you for your efforts," Ye Tian said to a young man who had already been marked three times by him, then continued to move forward.
"Stop!" The young man, however, was ungrateful and charged at him for the fourth time.
"I have let you go three times; why are you still so stubborn? If I wanted to hurt you, one mark would be enough!" Ye Tian could no longer tolerate it. He had already spared him three times, yet the young man continued to pursue him relentlessly.
"I cannot miss this opportunity!" the young man shouted and swung his fist at Ye Tian.
Ye Tian sighed helplessly, then his arm surged with power as his fist broke through the young man's defenses and struck heavily against his chest.
"I'm sorry, but I really can't!" he coldly stated before stepping onto the Arena.
At this moment, many figures had already appeared on the Arena. In contrast, there were almost no remaining participants below the Stone Steps; those with sufficient strength had all made their way onto the Arena.
Ye Tian roughly calculated that out of the original hundred or so people, only thirteen remained now.
"Ah!"
A series of desperate screams came from the northern side of the Arena. Then, under everyone's gaze, a Tall and Slim Boy slowly collapsed to the ground, followed by a robust figure walking up to the Arena.
It was Leng Yong.
On the stands, aside from Cold Weapon Noodles who wore a smile, everyone else had grim expressions, secretly thinking, "Isn't Leng Yong being a bit too ruthless?"
"Everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Leng Yong said as he approached the crowd, clasping his hands in a self-satisfied manner.
Except for Ye Tian, everyone else's faces changed to a mix of emotions upon seeing Leng Yong. They had not encountered him when they first entered the Arena, and had breathed a sigh of relief at that time. But now, given the current situation...
"Let's just leave; consider it helping a little brother out," Leng Yong said with a sinister smile at the crowd, the implication clear.
"Oh, right! Make it a graceful exit," Leng Yong seemed to remember something and added.
The arena fell into silence as everyone contemplated their choices.
After a moment, someone let out a heavy sigh, clasped his fists towards the stands, and declared loudly, "I, Leng Qi, know I am no match for Leng Yong, so I voluntarily withdraw from the competition!" With that, he turned and left in anger.
Once someone spoke up, it was like a dam bursting; it couldn't be stopped.
"I withdraw!"
"I withdraw too!"
...
One after another, voices rang out as those who had fought their way to the end reluctantly left the Arena.
Soon enough, only Ye Tian and Leng Yong remained in the vast Arena, slowly moving closer to each other.
"Aren't you leaving?" Leng Yong asked disdainfully.
"Oh? You're not afraid of me anymore?" Ye Tian asked, feigning confusion.
Leng Yong's face immediately turned as red as a monkey's backside upon hearing this. The incident where he was scared by a single glance from Ye Tian was a humiliation that he could never shake off in his life.
"Why should I be afraid of you! You're just a trash at the Sixth Warrior Threshold!" After being reassured by his father, he realized that he had various advantages over Ye Tian, so at this moment, Leng Yong retorted in a very disdainful tone.
"That's right, you really shouldn't be afraid of me right now," Ye Tian said with a cold smile as he looked at Leng Yong. "However, after today, I guarantee that I will become your nightmare!"
"Hah, you're so full of yourself. Take this!" Leng Yong shouted angrily and unleashed his attack.
Since Ye Tian was unaware of the martial arts that Leng Yong practiced, he couldn't find any weaknesses from the Spiritual Treasure Compendium regarding the techniques being used against him. For now, he could only observe. Nevertheless, Ye Tian still had great confidence in defeating Leng Yong.
Ignoring the incoming assault from Leng Yong, Ye Tian began to change his stance and prepared to activate the Bagua Seal Palm.
The two were only about five steps apart, which meant that for Leng Yong, a Nine-Dan Warrior, it was almost instantaneous. Yet Ye Tian was still activating the Seal Technique?
As the palm approached him, the Sound of Breaking Air rang in his ears, and the palm wind pressed against Ye Tian's eyes painfully. In less than a blink of an eye, his head would explode into a pulp under his own palm force.
At this moment, Leng Yong seemed to doubt in his heart: "Is it really this easy to win?"
Of course not!
In an incredible instant, Ye Tian's neck shifted sideways in an unbelievable manner. At the same time, he activated the Bagua Seal Palm and pointed a finger directly at Leng Yong's arm.
"Wow!"
A huge gasp erupted from the audience stands. Many people were astonished by one thing: indeed, he was a genius of Two Days Nine Seals! He could apply the Bagua Seal Palm so perfectly in actual combat!
"You, you, you..." Leng Yong's attack missed, and instead, he was struck by Ye Tian's finger. The shock in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
At this moment, he could no longer think of anything else. He quickly channeled his energy into his left arm, which had been struck, in an attempt to withstand the terrifying power of the Bagua Seal.
"Break!"
As Ye Tian initiated the Break Seal Technique, a muffled sound echoed simultaneously. Leng Yong let out a loud cry as he clutched his arm and retreated repeatedly until he reached a safe distance.
In fact, the power of a single strike was not enough to cause significant harm to Leng Yong, who was a late-stage Nine-Dan Warrior. Ye Tian only managed to break through with one strike because he found Wu Xiaozhuang's words to be very reasonable. The saying goes that attacking a city is inferior to attacking the heart; as long as he could first break Leng Yong's psychological defenses, the rest would be easy.
In the stands, Cold Boyuan looked at his older brother Cold Bo Stone with sparkling eyes, seemingly asking: When we were his age, could we have used the Bagua Seal Palm to such an extent?
Cold Bo Stone shook his head slightly and then gave a self-deprecating smile, making it clear: Absolutely impossible!
"Xiaoyong, use Star Wheel Fist!" After experiencing immense shock firsthand, Cold Wu finally regained his composure and shouted instructions to his son in the arena.
Upon hearing this, Leng Yong's face lit up with joy. Just moments ago, fear had once again risen in his heart, but after receiving his father's guidance, he suddenly became enlightened.
Then Leng Yong formed fists with both hands and began to spin rapidly. In just a moment, he charged at Ye Tian like a spinning wheel.
"Cold Wu! Are you really going to interfere in this match between juniors? Isn't that going too far?" Cold Boyuan was greatly concerned about Ye Tian's situation upon seeing this development. However, since Ye Tian had only practiced the Bagua Seal Palm, there was nothing he could instruct him on; he could only vent his frustration on the rule-breaking Cold Wu.
Seemingly aware of this point, Cold Wu laughed heartily and said: "Bo Yuan, Brother Two, is he your illegitimate son? Why are you so concerned about him? Do you think it's unfair? You can give him pointers too."
Hearing this remark, everyone in the stands frowned and began to sense the unusual tension between the two.
Cold Boyuan had no intention of bickering with him; at this moment, he could only closely watch the arena and worryingly said: "With body following arm movement, arm following fist movement, and fist condensing into the star wheel, Leng Yong has probably mastered the Star Wheel Fist to perfection."
"Brother Ye Tian..." Cold Frost was also staring intently at the two in the arena, her small hands trembling slightly, her heart racing with worry.
"Haha! Come on, leave your mark on me! This Star Wheel Fist is both offensive and defensive; let's see how you break it!" Leng Yong taunted loudly, full of arrogance.
At this moment, Ye Tian had been forced into a corner of the Arena, only able to raise his arms to withstand Leng Yong's frenzied assault.
Each punch landed like iron, mercilessly striking against Ye Tian's arms, causing a bone-crushing pain that made sweat pour down his forehead.
"It's over... Ye Tian, a Six-Dan Warrior Threshold, probably won't last much longer," Cold Bo Stone sighed helplessly.
"Not necessarily; he is a genius, and geniuses always create surprises!" Cold Boyuan said with fiery eyes, watching Ye Tian grit his teeth and hold on. Feeling something, he excitedly added, "There's still time for a cup of tea; as long as he can hold on, Leng Yong's offensive will surely slow down."
"This Star Wheel Fist is both offensive and defensive; what should I do?" Ye Tian kept thinking of ways to break through. If this continued, defeat was inevitable.
"Right! It's both offensive and defensive; how could there be anything perfect in this world? An offensive and defensive technique cannot last forever!" With this thought, Ye Tian's body, which had been on the verge of collapsing, surged with renewed strength.
"Huh, I didn't realize you were already an Eight-Dan Martial Artist? But even so, you have no chance!" Leng Yong was the first to notice this. Given the endurance of a Sixth-Stage Martial Artist's body, it was impossible to withstand the full-force attack of the Yellow Rank Third-Class martial art Star Wheel Fist for even half a moment. Even an Eight-Dan Martial Artist could not endure his late Ninth-Dan power combined with the perfected Star Wheel Fist for long.
What he didn't know was that due to Jujutsu, Ye Tian's endurance had already surpassed that of Warrior Definition!
"Is that so?!"
Ye Tian's determined gaze pierced through his arms like lightning, striking directly at Leng Yong's heart.
"The so-called storm does not last all morning; sudden rain does not last all evening. I wonder if you've heard of it!"
The cold voice reached Leng Yong's ears, instantly sending a chill throughout his body.
"Now!"
As Leng Yong's offensive weakened, Ye Tian shouted coldly, then concentrated all his strength into his arm, pointing directly at the vital spot on the former's chest. But that wasn't all; with incredible speed, Seal Technique transformed, and in an instant, Ye Tian unleashed Nine Seals!
"How could..." Leng Yong looked at the young man before him, who was now on the verge of collapse, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
Before he could utter another word, Ye Tian activated Break Seal Technique.
Immediately after, although Leng Yong managed to protect his vital area at the last moment, his robust figure was still sent flying far away with a muffled sound, landing several yards away after a heavy thud.
A cold wind blew through; at this moment, whether in the square or in the stands, everyone was covered in a layer of cold sweat.
Cold Wu leaped down and quickly picked up the blood-splattered Leng Yong, whose eyes were rolling back. After casting a vicious glance at Ye Tian, he hurriedly left.
If Leng Yong could hold on for just a moment longer, Cold Wu would have definitely torn Ye Tian apart before leaving.
With Cold Wu's departure, this scheme ended in failure.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Ye Tian managed to stand up and shouted towards the stunned Cold Frost in the stands, "Xiaoshuang, I won!"
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