"Then we’ll see what you’re capable of," Wen Qingye said lightly.
Wang Jie imdiately stopped talking. He stomped forward, and the Primordial Qi under his feet erupted outward like a hurricane.
"Divine Power Heavenly Thunder Palm, Fifth Form!"
Wang Jie thrust out his palm. An amber-colored hand crossed through layers of Primordial Qi, carrying overwhelming power and the might of a sudden thunderclap as it shot toward Wen Qingye. It had to be said that Wang Jie’s strength was far superior to Wang Chong’s; the way the two of them executed this sa palm strike was worlds apart.
"Celestial Star Unrivaled!"
Wen Qingye suddenly extended a fist, pushing it forward slowly. As his fist moved, a star—hazy and indistinct—appeared behind him. The star emanated an ancient, boundless aura as it flickered in the void.
Wen Qingye’s eyes glinted. With a low shout, his seemingly simple and unadorned fist tore through the air, carrying a terrifying aura.
BOOM!
The fist and palm collided. The star and the lightning both vanished into nothingness, dissipating into Primordial Qi. The two of them were forced back four or five steps.
Wang Jie snorted coldly. "Use your Swordsmanship. Otherwise, you’re no match for ."
"Why go to all that trouble just to deal with you?" Wen Qingye said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"You’re courting death!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jie flew into a rage. His palms glowed with a purple light, and even the sky seed to dim, the oppressive darkness streaked with traces of purple lightning.
"Wen Qingye, you have thoroughly enraged ! Prepare to face my wrath!"
"Divine Power Heavenly Thunder Palm, Sixth Form!"
Wang Jie’s entire body seed to lift off the ground. His purple, lightning-wreathed palms CRACKLED, shimring with a chilling light.
RUMBLE!
Wang Jie struck at Wen Qingye with his palm. Lightning flared, carrying infinite might, and the air filled with the sound of thunder.
The Divine Power Heavenly Thunder Palm was itself a high-grade Martial Art. Now, executed by Wang Jie at the Peak of Refining Spirit Second Layer Heaven, its power was even more formidable.
"Yin Wind’s Funerary Summons!"
Wen Qingye’s hands suddenly moved. Black and white streams of air surged madly between his palms, converging into a profoundly mysterious Seal Technique. In an instant, a sinister yin wind whipped up around them, making everyone’s bones ache and teeth chatter.
’What kind of Martial Art is this?’
A chill ran through the crowd’s hearts as they couldn’t help but wonder.
BOOM!
"Get back!"
Billowing Primordial Qi surged outward. The surrounding crowd, alard, quickly scrambled to retreat.
The clothes on both fighters were completely shredded, turning into countless fluttering scraps of cloth.
In that exchange, neither had given an inch!
’How is this possible?’ The ever-composed Wang Jie revealed a look of shock. ’Wen Qingye actually fought to a standstill?’
Wang Jie took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his astonishnt. He closed the distance to Wen Qingye with quick steps, continuously striking out with his palms.
Wen Qingye didn’t evade in the slightest, eting the attacks head-on with his fists.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The two figures flickered and crossed in the air, sending explosive waves of Primordial Qi rippling outward.
"This newcor is too strong, isn’t he?"
"How are we seniors who’ve been studying in the Inner Courtyard supposed to feel?"
"Wang Jie can’t even get the upper hand on him. Why have I never heard his na before?"
The seniors of the Inner Courtyard were all aghast. Such a figure had erged in the Inner Courtyard, and they had been completely unaware.
The crowd watching from the stone bridge was also utterly shocked by the scene.
"Excellent! Excellent!" Wang Tianming was overjoyed. "One more person like him gives our Qig Mountain Academy that much more strength."
Nie Qinglan smiled without speaking, though she nodded to herself in thought before saying, "Wen Qingye’s potential hasn’t been fully tapped. I believe he still has a chance to keep rising."
"Is that really true?" Wang Tianming’s eyes widened as he asked hurriedly.
Yann Shanjun, standing nearby, nodded. "That’s not wrong."
After hearing this, Wang Tianming stared intently at Wen Qingye. "In that case, our Qig Mountain Academy still has a sliver of hope."
........
Wang Jie fought with increasing ferocity, his palms carrying a devastating, unstoppable montum.
Wen Qingye still refused to back down, barely holding off Wang Jie with his Celestial Star Fist Technique. He was waiting. *Charge once, and the spirit is high; charge twice, and it wanes; charge a third ti, and it is exhausted.* He was waiting for the montum of Wang Jie’s assault to naturally subside.
Both Wang Jie and Yann Chuxue were at the Refining Spirit Second Heaven, but Wang Jie was at the Peak of the Second Heaven. Even Wen Qingye had to admit this was a troubleso situation.
Suddenly, Wen Qingye detected a trace of fatigue in Wang Jie. A sharp glint instantly flashed in his eyes.
"Separation and Death Shatter the Heart!"
The black and white streams of air appeared again. This ti, however, the aura seed to spread across the heavens. Everyone felt their hearts tremble, sensing the extraordinary nature of this technique.
Behind Wen Qingye, the black and white airflows slowly converged, forming the shape of an Eight Trigrams diagram.
HISS! HISS!
The Seal Technique flew toward Wang Jie, and the very air vibrated with a strange sound in its wake.
"Divine Power Heavenly Thunder Palm, Seventh Form!"
Wang Jie clenched his jaw. He knew Wen Qingye’s technique was formidable and didn’t dare to be careless, imdiately unleashing his own most powerful move.
Rolling Thunder! Vast and boundless!
In a flash, the entire Fla Spirit Pool was completely enveloped by lightning and the black and white aura.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Earth-shattering explosions echoed from the void. An unrivaled storm of Powerful Qi burst forth above the Fla Spirit Pool, sweeping out in all directions.
"AH!"
Wang Jie felt a heavy blow to his chest and was sent flying toward the bank like a kite with a broken string. He crashed into the ground, creating a huge crater.
Silence!
The surroundings were utterly silent!
Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the youth hovering in the air, his expression calm and unshaken. Their eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.
Wen Qingye’s face was a little pale. He raised a hand to wipe a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.
Wang Jie slowly pushed himself up, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye, full of unwillingness. "Fine. I may have been defeated today, but that doesn’t an I’ve truly lost. This battle isn’t over."
"I await you anyti," Wen Qingye replied softly, his expression as calm as an undisturbed well, his hands clasped behind his back.
Shen Yanxing stared at Wen Qingye in astonishnt, a tempest raging in his heart. After a long mont, Shen Yanxing’s eyes darted about as a plan ford in his mind.
Yann Chuxue’s brow was tightly furrowed. She found it hard to accept what had happened. ’Wen Qingye’s strength has improved way too fast! This outco is completely beyond my expectations.’
’I originally thought Wen Qingye was going all out when he fought , but now it seems that wasn’t the case at all.’
Yann Chuxue couldn’t help but rember that day. Wen Qingye’s cultivation had only been at the Qi Cultivation stage as he struggled through the assessnt for which she was the examiner. But in the blink of an eye, he had already surpassed her.
Yann Chuxue wrinkled her nose and thought to herself, ’This Wen Qingye’s potential is truly terrifying. If Situ Haoming and Wu Jing knew about this, would they regret their actions?’
Wen Qingye, on the other hand, felt completely exhilarated. While he was exchanging blows with Wang Jie, the Fla Spirit Gold Water was catalyzing even faster. With every passing second, Wen Qingye’s cultivation was continuously growing.
HISS! HISS!
Suddenly, the Fla Spirit Pool seed to erupt into a boil once more. Feeling the scorching temperature, everyone’s heart clenched. Their bodies trembled as they stared intently at the Fla Spirit Pool.
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