"Snicker..."
Ouyang Jinwei's body, imdiately flew backward and heavily landed several ters away, falling into a pit of broken rocks. Covered in dirt and with a pale complexion, her face instantly turned ashen.
Her body was covered in gushing blood, and Ouyang Jinwei continuously coughed up blood. The golden glimr in her eyes, once icy and proud, had now been fully replaced by a startled and astonished expression!
Ouyang Jinwei couldn't believe it, she had actually lost!
She had planned to defeat the young man in the most direct manner, to save face and show him that in her presence, he was nothing more than a frog in a well gazing at the sky.
But now, how could Ouyang Jinwei accept it? She had lost, and lost so miserably and decisively!
With all her might, she ended up losing in such a direct manner, a complete and utter defeat!
Everything around beca calm, the wind whispered gently, the roar of tigers faded, and the sky filled with flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder. The overwhelming scene dissolved into thin air.
But the scene on the square froze in ti.
Suddenly, the entire small square fell into silence. Everyone's eyes widened, mouths agape, filled with astonishnt at Su Yi's incredible presence.
Ouyang Feng, Kuang Guilan, Elder Bing Fu, and others from the Sacred Mountain and the City Master's residence were so shocked that their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
One gaze after another, as if they had seen a ghost, fell upon Su Yi.
Ouyang Jinwei, a representative of the younger generation in Sacred Mountain, was known for his exceptional strength. He even unleashed the power of the Holy King, releasing a terrifying aura and battle prowess. He deployed his strongest trump card, but in an instant, he was defeated, utterly crushed.
It was the exciting prelude to the official start of the Saint Martial Assembly, the most splendid opening before the Saint Martial Assembly. It made people's blood boil and filled them with anticipation.
But little did anyone know that just when they were most eagerly anticipating it, Ouyang Jinwei was abruptly defeated in such a manner, crashing to the ground in defeat.
If soone were to speak of a defeat, everyone would assu it was Yi Su from the Overlord Sect.
Although Yi Su from the Overlord Sect was indeed a strong dark horse, how could he possibly be compared to the outstanding disciples of the younger generation from Sacred Mountain?
But now, the outco was too sudden, casting a stillness over the land, as if ti itself had ceased to flow.
With a single move, when Ouyang Jinwei unleashed her strongest combat prowess to regain her dignity, the once unknown Yi Su from the Overlord Sect countered with a single strike, directly defeating her in a decisive and clean manner. Like a unstoppable force, his remarkable display suppressed all opposition and showcased his unparalleled brilliance!
Many people were aware that Yi Su was rumored to be a Soul Tar, possessing a legendary soul quality that only a few possessed. It was believed that the most powerful techniques belonged to the Soul Tars.
But the way Yi Su defeated Ouyang Jinwei with just a single strike was not through the terrifying techniques of a Soul Tar, but rather through sheer direct combat prowess. It was astonishing that with just one move, he managed to directly and severely defeat Ouyang Jinwei.
Countless people stared wide-eyed, their jaws hanging open, unable to close for a long ti.
"How powerful!"
Among the group of young disciples from the Divine Sword School, shock and disbelief could be seen on the faces of Situ Muyang, Liu Yunchuan, Ou Luo, Gu Chenyou, and others.
On the beautiful faces of Mu Yao, Ying Qianqian, Gong Qi, and other beautiful won, the expression of astonishnt also climbed up.
In the midst of the scene, there stood a seemingly unremarkable young man from the obscure Overlord Sect. His black hair swayed gently, exuding an invisible aura of arrogance. His whole body emitted an unmatched dominance and ferocity.
"He's actually quite handso!"
Inside and outside the square, at this mont, there were also many young won gazing at that young man, their eyes shimring with ripples, deeply moved by him.
"Did you notice that when Yi Su took action, he looked a bit like Little Teacher Uncle?"
Situ Muyang muttered in a hushed voice, with a shocked expression on his face and a bit of confusion. The way Yi Su had just made his move always made him feel a resemblance to his little Teacher Uncle. After all, he had personally fought against him in the past.
"Do you have..."
Gu Chenyou and Liu Yunchuan pondered upon hearing the words.
"Seems like there are so similarities!" Gong Qi's lips slightly parted as she mused. She had also sparred with Su Yi before, and upon careful observation, she indeed sensed a resemblance between the aura released by Yi Su just now and the one she had experienced.
Imdiately, many gazes unconsciously and intentionally fell upon Mu Yao. If there was anyone present who truly understood Su Yi the most, it was undoubtedly Mu Yao.
"It does seem similar," nodded Mu Yao.
On the wrinkled faces of Old Man Gu Yue, Deputy Palace Master Guan Lan, and others, the expressions of astonishnt were also the sa at this mont.
They were most aware of the terrifying aura of the Saint King, but the young man before them, in a more powerful manner, directly defeated it.
Su Yi stood in the field, his hair slightly disheveled and his face pale. As he unleashed the power of the Tiger of Heaven technique, its might was as trendous as one could imagine. It seed to surpass even the Scarlet Ancient Seal, and its montum was much stronger. However, the consumption of energy was astonishing.
Su Yi estimated that if it weren't for his twice-refined Void God Sea, the swirling vortex of Yuan Qi in his dantian would be much weaker compared to a regular cultivator at the ninth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sustain such a consumption.
"Shall we battle again?"
Watching Ouyang Jinwei lying just a few ters away, Su Yi maintained a calm expression, exuding a dominant and proud aura. A faint coldness rippled in his eyes.
Ouyang Jinwei struggled to get up, but it was difficult for her to climb. Her light golden eyes had faded significantly, and her lips were stained red with vibrant blood, continuously oozing traces of blood, adding a touch of lancholic beauty.
Opening her mouth, Ouyang Jinwei seed to want to say sothing to Su Yi at this mont, but she couldn't. Her mouth was filled with traces of blood.
And then, in Ouyang Jinwei's beautiful eyes, a mix of astonishnt, shock, humiliation, and resentnt intertwined in an instant.
She was unwilling to accept it. She was the outstanding disciple among the younger generation of the Sacred Mountain, just one step away from entering the ranks of the Holy Maiden, becoming one of the Holy Maidens.
But even though she was just one step away, she had also been infused with the aura of the Sacred King, becoming one of the outstanding disciples among the younger generation of the Sacred Mountain, one of the strongest disciples.
But now, she had actually been defeated by an unknown disciple from the Overlord Sect, and she was so miserably and humiliatingly defeated in such a way.
"It seems that you are unable to battle any longer, you have been defeated!"
Su Yi gazed directly at Ouyang Jinwei, his calm voice echoing in the square.
"Hahaha, indeed a young hero, a uniquely talented person!"
Elder Bing Fu smiled, a smile appeared on his astonished face, and the cold icy aura around him seed to have diminished significantly. He forced himself to appear gentle as he looked at Su Yi with a smile. However, within that smile, there was an indescribable awkwardness and disharmony. He said to Su Yi, "Yi Su has won. According to the agreent, he will be betrothed to Ouyang Jinwei. It is said that in the ti before the Saint Martial Assembly, Jinwei managed to find such an extraordinary husband-to-be, which could be considered a wonderful story."
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