A cold sweat broke out behind Qin Yunxiao, yet he was, after all, a supreme master of the Xiantian realm. In an instant, he understood this was an illusion cast by a Soul Master, and the killing intent in his heart erupted, driving the phantoms from his mind...
But when he fully regained his senses, he realized Ye Jingyu’s form was already before him...
“Senior Brother Qin, allow your junior brother to send you off on this final stage...” Ye Jingyu flashed a cold smile, his broken blade slicing out like lightning, aiming a fierce downward strike toward Qin Yunxiao...
Qin Yunxiao was aghast, instinctively raising his thin sword to parry. The innate True Qi within his body erupted instinctively, shielding his form...
With a sharp clang, the broken blade struck the thin sword heavily. The immense force instantly numbed both of Qin Yunxiao’s hands...
However, the True Qi inside him exploded outwards like a burst balloon, the tremendous force directly knocking the broken blade from Ye Jingyu’s grasp. But the True Qi protecting Qin Yunxiao shattered along with it...
And Qin Yunxiao’s body was jolted backward repeatedly...
Ye Jingyu ignored the pain in his hands, taking a sudden step forward. All his power instantly converged into his right fist, which he hammered brutally toward Qin Yunxiao...
Even though Qin Yunxiao reacted swiftly, even though his martial skills were supreme, he had first been confused by illusions, and his outer True Qi layer had just been dispersed. This was precisely the moment he was drawing breath, and his internal True Qi could not connect in time. For him to rely purely on physical strength to evade Ye Jingyu’s punch—how could he possibly evade it...
With a thunderous boom, Ye Jingyu’s fist, carrying nearly ten thousand jin of force, smashed squarely into Qin Yunxiao’s sternum. A series of sickening cracks echoed. Without the protection of True Qi, his physical body was only slightly stronger than an ordinary man’s; how could it withstand nearly ten thousand jin of force...
Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his body was sent flying directly backward... flying off the ring... flying out of the examination grounds... flying...
Thud... A wall stopped his momentum, but the wall itself fractured upon impact. Qin Yunxiao’s body collapsed onto the ground, perfectly buried beneath the debris of that wall...
The entire arena fell silent. Whether it was Xiao Geng, or Luo Haitian, or even Luo Ruofeng, all stared at the scene, dumbfounded...
Qin Yunxiao had actually lost. Qin Yunxiao, at the peak of the Xiantian realm, had been defeated...
And losing was one thing, but to be blasted so far by a single punch, with the residual force shattering a wall—just how immense was the power of that strike? If it had been them, could they have endured it?
How many secrets did Ye Jingyu still possess?
His Martial Cultivation had reached the Martial Master realm...
His Soul Cultivation had reached the Manifestation realm...
And his physical strength had evolved to a terrifying degree...
At this moment, both Luo Haitian and Xiao Geng fully recognized that Ye Jingyu reaching the final four was absolutely not a matter of luck...
This was his true might: a supreme expert who unified Soul Arts and Martial Arts...
A prodigious genius capable of slaying Martial Masters in the Xiantian realm...
In Luo Haitian’s eyes, a dazzling flame ignited—the flame of jealousy. Jealousy that his own third brother had found such a genius...
In Xiao Geng’s eyes, an equally fierce flame burned, but this was the fire of battle intent, a powerful desire to fight Ye Jingyu. A figure like this had to be crushed beneath his feet; only by defeating him could everyone acknowledge that he was the true prodigy of the younger generation...
Luo Ruofeng’s eyes also lit up, filled with overwhelming surprise...
Initially, his alliance with Ye Jingyu was motivated by the influence Ye Jingyu commanded behind him. But now, he had a distinct feeling that Ye Jingyu’s own potential far surpassed the entire power structure of the Southern Wilderness Forest...
It was widely known that few on the Douhun Continent could cultivate the soul, let alone cultivate both soul and martial arts. Yet here was an eighteen-year-old youth whose martial arts had reached the Martial Master realm while his soul arts were already at the Manifestation realm—what astonishing talent was this? What breathtaking ability...
Qin Yuting stared, utterly speechless. She could hardly believe that the Ye Jingyu who couldn't even defeat a mere Martial Warrior a few months ago could now comprehensively defeat the Senior Brother she once considered the strongest. She was even more shocked that the final punch contained such terrifying power...
This was true strength, power derived purely from self. When did that boy transform into the most outstanding powerhouse of the younger generation...
After the shock subsided, a hazy fascination began to cloud Qin Yuting’s eyes...
And Luo Ling’er’s face broke into a joyful smile. Seeing Ye Jingyu defeat his opponent was the thing that made her happiest...
Ye Jingyu stood quietly on the stage, looking at Qin Yunxiao, who was buried under a pile of brick and tile. His chest rose and fell rapidly; that last punch had consumed nearly all his strength...
Yet his expression was one of utter calmness, save for the wild, frenzied battle intent flickering in his dark eyes...
Qin Yan, I will kill you with my own hands sooner or later...
A long moment passed before Xiao Geng snapped back to reality and announced Ye Jingyu’s victory. Upon hearing the pronouncement, a faint smile touched Ye Jingyu’s usually composed face, but his body immediately pitched backward...
This battle had exhausted him completely...
The news of Ye Jingyu defeating Qin Yunxiao spread quickly, causing an uproar throughout Yunjing City... Especially among the martial artists, who were keenly aware of the power of the White Cloud Villa and Qin Yunxiao’s formidable skill. Such a prodigious talent being defeated by Ye Jingyu—how powerful had Ye Jingyu become?
Those youths who had previously dismissed Ye Jingyu as merely lucky quickly set aside their disdain... In Yunjing City, at the Yunman Tower, in a private room facing the street, sat four young men dressed in white, black, green, and purple long robes—the very four who had been grievously injured in the preliminary rounds...
Yue Youqun, Ye Longyi, Ying Xiaoxiao, and Bielie...
“I truly didn’t expect this brat to make it to the finals...” Yue Youqun grabbed the wine cup on the table and downed a large gulp, his expression unreadable...
“Indeed, defeating Qin Yunxiao is no small feat...” Ye Longyi murmured quietly, his own expression equally complicated...
They were all arrogant individuals. They felt Ye Jingyu had taken an unfair advantage during their match. After waking up, all four were deeply dissatisfied and would have immediately sought out Ye Jingyu for a rematch had they not been constrained by the rules of the Martial Examination. They had planned to confront Ye Jingyu the moment he was eliminated, never imagining he would fight his way all the way to the final competition...