Yan Sea, still acting as referee, swung his right hand down forcefully.
"Begin!"
The mont his voice fell, Yu Fei appeared before Ye Feng like a phantom, landing a punch on his abdon.
’What... So fast!’
Ye Feng had no ti to react. He hadn’t even seen Yu Fei’s movents clearly before he was hit with a solid punch.
It was like being hit head-on by a heavy truck. All the fluctuations in his Qi Blood were utterly crushed.
Yu Fei had used a fierce, powerful force in that punch. Ye Feng was blasted ten ters away, rolling several tis across the ground.
Ruyi Shen Jin was both perfectly unified and capable of countless transformations. In real combat, it could be altered at will, and the quality of its force was exceptionally high.
This punch directly scattered Ye Feng’s Qi Blood, robbing him of his ability to move for a short while.
Lying on the ground, Ye Feng couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of bloody foam. Only then did he feel a little better, and he struggled to his feet.
"You?..."
Ye Feng was baffled. In their last match, Yu Fei’s strength had been his absurd evasion skills. In terms of speed and power, however, he had been far inferior. That was why Ye Feng had been willing to challenge him again; he believed he had a chance to win.
But now... what the fuck was this? ’Is this still a first-realm Martial Artist?’ Ye Feng stood frozen in place, questioning his very existence.
"Sigh..."
Zhao Zeyang let out a long sigh. He had finally rembered Yan Sea’s background.
Many years ago, Tianning County produced a legendary Martial Artist who was a late bloor. At that ti, that genius was at the peak of the Gang Qi Realm, just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster.
That legendary Martial Artist was Yan Sea. In his youth, his talent wasn’t apparent, but he was incomparably resolute. On the strength of his extraordinary willpower, he was noticed by a Grandmaster and taken in as a disciple, which was when his rise began.
Back then, he had earned the title of "Bloodthirsty Dragon General" in the military. That was the military, a place teeming with experts! To receive a publicly recognized title was more than enough to prove his strength and status.
For so unknown reason, however, disaster struck. When the legendary figure returned to Tianning, his cultivation was only at the third realm. He had silently taught martial arts at No. 2 High School for many years, and Zhao Zeyang had almost forgotten the story.
And to think he had been posturing as a senior in front of the man today. His old face couldn’t help but flush with embarrassnt at the thought.
’I know my own limits,’ Zhao Zeyang thought. He was an old man with one foot in the grave, his Inner Qi decaying with age. Even if Yan Sea was only at the Body Tempering Realm now, beating him would still be child’s play.
He was too old, and his original strength wasn’t that great to begin with.
On the training ground, Yu Fei looked at Ye Feng, whose face was a mask of indignation, doubt, and despair, and said coolly, "Once you’ve comprehended Ruyi Shen Jin, we can have another match. Otherwise, there’s no point."
"Ruyi Shen Jin?"
Ye Feng’s face was a picture of disbelief. "Can that thing... can it really be mastered?"
Yu Fei raised his fist. "That was the punch I just hit you with."
After speaking, he turned and left. He had no intention of continuing to participate in this farce.
Ye Feng stood there dumbfounded. After a mont, he left, utterly dejected.
At this mont, he suddenly realized the difference between him and Yu Fei wasn’t what he had imagined—sothing that could be overco with hard work. Instead, it was a vast chasm with a bottomless abyss below.
Zhao Zeyang let out a hearty laugh and said to Liu Ming, "It’s true what they say: heroes rise from the youth, and great teachers produce brilliant students. Mr. Liu, a prodigy like Yu Fei has no need to take part in these minor squabbles. As educators, we can’t focus only on geniuses like him. Let’s have the other students exchange pointers as well."
Liu Ming was naturally pleased. On his path as an educator, he was never one to give up on a single student. While he was happy for Yu Fei’s success, he was actually more concerned with the growth of his average students. Otherwise, how could he have developed such a profound student-teacher relationship with Yan Sea?
Yan Sea nodded. "Next match, Dongfang Yebai and Jiang Yifan."
Dongfang Yebai was about to go comfort Ye Feng when he heard he was scheduled for the next match. With no other choice, he walked onto the stage.
Yu Fei left. He had the right to be willful; strength was the currency of privilege. This kind of martial arts exchange was actually quite beneficial for the ordinary martial arts students of both schools. Seeing different people and experiencing various fighting styles was more conducive to increasing their strength and sparking martial inspiration. But for Yu Fei, it was a complete waste of ti.
...
Y-City is located in the northwest of the Yu Kingdom. The climate here has extre temperature differences, and the environnt is complex and varied. Plains, high mountains, and canyons are intertwined, and underground rivers surface to form lakes of all sizes. It’s hard to imagine how such a complex geography was ford.
According to local records, a chaotic war involving a hundred Grandmasters erupted on this land a millennium ago, a battle that reshaped heaven and earth. It literally beat a plateau into the strange and varied landscape that exists today.
Tao Lang stood on a treetop, swaying with the wind. He took out a thermos decorated with a pink peach heart from his small satchel, opened it, and drank a few mouthfuls of sweet Yangqiu Rejuvenating Water. It was a high-grade supplent produced by Jade Farr Hall.
Yangqiu Rejuvenating Water and "Spring Dew" are in the sa broad category of restorative elixirs. The forr is much more advanced than the latter; after all, Spring Dew is only effective for first and second-realm Martial Artists, while Yangqiu Rejuvenating Water is better suited for fifth-realm Martial Artists.
The sweet dicinal liquid went down his throat, transforming into a dense stream of Inner Qi that dripped into his Dantian. The hundred ridians throughout his body were nourished, and Tao Lang felt his condition had recovered significantly.
"Heh heh..."
"Little bug, you can’t escape."
He took a deep breath, pushed off with his foot, and his body unfurled like a pink flower-butterfly, leaping through the sea of trees in the forest.
Empowered by his mastery of the Floating Flower Flying Feather Skill, Tao Lang’s speed was incredible. The three-hundred-li pursuit was finally nearing its end.
In reality, Tao Lang’s realm was one level higher than Han Qiubai’s, even though he was only a sophomore.
The Yu Kingdom never lacked geniuses. With a population of six billion, prodigious Martial Artists were as common as crucian carp crossing a river, and beneath them were innurable other talents and prodigies.
With his power, facing a group of Illuminati cultists whose strongest mber was only at the fourth realm was like a tiger let loose among sheep. The most difficult part was actually finding them and preventing them from scattering. ’If my senior was here to help,’ he thought, ’there’s no way I would have let that guy up ahead get away.’
’Whatever,’ he thought. ’I can tell my senior has a bit of a problem with .’
Song Qidong fled frantically. He had even used a Secret Technique of the divine cult, burning his flesh and blood and turning it into surging Inner Qi, all to trade for a sliver of a chance at survival.
The price of the Secret Technique was enormous. Even if he managed to escape this ti, his vitality would be greatly damaged. His realm might beco unstable, and he could even drop back down to the Body Tempering Realm.
But at a life-and-death mont, he couldn’t worry about that. On the run all the way from the Divine Capital, this wasn’t the first ti he’d been chased by the attack dogs of the "Seven Greats". These damned guys were cruel and ruthless, getting more excited at the sight of a cult mber than a heavenly treasure. They wouldn’t rest until they had a head.
In the past when he fled for his life, there were other cult mbers to provide cover, but this ti, he was all alone.
"My bitter fate..."
Song Qidong didn’t dare turn back to fight for his life. Over the years, they had learned their lesson. They weren’t afraid of opponents who were weathered old n or righteous-looking middle-aged n; what they feared were opponents who were absurdly young.
To be young and still be qualified to go out on missions usually ant they had monstrous talent, possessed an endless stream of high-level Cultivation Techniques, and could fight above their realm as easily as eating or drinking. Even if you gained the upper hand, it was very likely they would have a sudden power-up and turn the tables.
’I can’t fight them. I just can’t. Even if I managed to win, nine tis out of ten there’d be so old monster acting as their guardian.’
Song Qidong knew one thing with absolute certainty: people like him only had the upper hand against commoners and unaffiliated Martial Artists. Against the Seven Greats... heh.
In the end, it was all the fault of those brain-dead morons from Fengtai County. ’What the fuck were they showing off for?!’
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