"Listening to your words, it seems like you really hoped I would die?" Ye Huan sneered, "But unfortunately, your hopes were dashed. Not only am I not dead, I'm doing quite well."
"You..."
Ling Yun pointed at Ye Huan, montarily speechless.
He naturally hoped that Ye Hu'an and Liu Tianyun's group of won would die miserably under the traps, satisfying his sense of revenge.
But he never expected that Ye Hu'an and his party would safely reach the final platform, seemingly without even a scratch.
How is this possible?!
The chanisms within the cave are deadly, strong enough to challenge even a Divine General. How did Ye Hu'an, a so-called Ancient Martial Arts "waste," manage to bring four won with no ancient martial arts prowess safely through all the traps to the platform?
Moreover, Ye Hu'an and his wives arrived at the platform much earlier than the army of Ancient Martial Artists!
What the heck, how is this possible?!
Ling Yun couldn't believe what he was seeing, rubbed his eyes, and once he confird that it was indeed Ye Hu'an standing not far away, his face turned as dark as coal, extrely grim.
The more than ninety Ancient Martial Artists were also looking at each other, showing expressions of disbelief.
The fact that Ye Huan and Liu Tianyun's group safely passed through the cave and arrived at the platform earlier than them truly amazed them.
"Do you think it's possible that this waste took the right side cave, which was very safe, with no traps at all?" an Ancient Martial Artist suggested.
This theory quickly gained agreent among many.
Everyone comforted themselves, thinking that they were not weaker than Ye Hu'an, a so-called waste; it was just that the other cave was extrely safe, without a single trap.
It must be like this.
They thought so secretly, but what happened next was a slap in their faces.
"Damn it, what's going on? Is the guy who set all this up just screwing with us?" a man cursed as he rushed out of the right-side cave onto the platform, panting heavily.
Everyone focused their gaze and their expressions changed uniformly.
This man, covered in dirt with multiple bloody scratches on his face, looking quite battered, was soone they all recognized!
The leading figure of the younger generation of Ancient Martial Artists in Huaxia, the Dragon God of Dragon Gate――Di Qiankun!
"Brother Qiankun, what happened to you?!" Ling Yun rushed up to ask.
"What else, the whole damn cave is full of traps, from poisonous insects to falling rocks, not to ntion poison gas, and..." Di Qiankun listed angrily, recounting the traps he encountered.
This made Ling Yun and the other Ancient Martial Artists shudder!
Just from Di Qiankun's description, they knew that the traps in the right-side cave were more lethal and concealed multiple tis more than those on the left side!
Di Qiankun's injuries were enough to illustrate this point!
To leave a Celestial God Level warrior in such a sorry state and so injured, the right-side cave was anything but extrely safe; it was extrely dangerous!
But, how is this possible?!
The group of Ancient Martial Artists once again turned their attention to the unscathed Ye Huan, their eyes twitching with incredulity.
"Damn, it hurts." Di Qiankun rubbed his head, which was bruised from a falling rock, and took a sharp breath.
Then, noticing the rigid postures of the Ancient Martial Artists and the horror in their eyes as they looked toward a man wearing sunglasses not far away, he asked with so confusion, "What's wrong with you guys?"
Ling Yun wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Brother... Brother Qiankun, there's... there's an Ancient Martial Arts waste who, with his wife, took the sa route as you through the right-side cave, but he wasn't hurt at all."
"Is that so?"
Di Qiankun raised an eyebrow, following the gaze of the Ancient Martial Artists, curious to see who this so-called Ancient Martial Arts waste was that had such abilities.
Soon, the mont he saw the man wearing sunglasses, Di Qiankun's eyes wandered, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Others might not recognize Ye Huan with his sunglasses, but he had t Ye Huan many tis before and had clashed with him many tis; even if Ye Huan was only wearing sunglasses or even turned to dust, he would still recognize him.
Di Qiankun dared not et Ye Huan's eyes, looked away, then grinned grimly, raising his hand.
"Pa!"
A crisp slap echoed infinitely above the platform.
A blood-red handprint appeared on Ling Yun's face.
The slap ca too suddenly, and Ling Yun, holding his burning face, was dumbfounded.
Di Qiankun snorted, then turned and moved to the edge of the platform, distancing himself from Ye Huan, showing his true annoyance with Ling Yun.
Three months ago, he lost to Ye Huan at the Dragon Gate festival!
His ancestral evaluation was not only lower than Ye Huan's, but when the festival ended, he even provoked Ye Huan and was defeated in three moves, seriously injured and unable to leave bed for more than a month!
If Ye Huan is an Ancient Martial Arts waste, then what does that make him?
Worse than waste?
Was Ling Yun indirectly insulting him?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he beca, and Di Qiankun returned to give Ling Yun another slap.
Ling Yun cried out in pain, cursing internally, not understanding what kind of nerves Di Qiankun was having.
After these two slaps, he felt extrely aggrieved but could only swallow his anger.
In the Huaxia Ancient Martial Realm, Dragon Gate reigns supre.
Among the various families in the Ancient Martial Realm, the Di Family of Dragon Gate stands at the pinnacle.
The status of the Ling Family's young master naturally couldn't compare with that of the Di Family's young master.
Ling Yun clenched his fist, feeling deeply aggrieved, his heart filled with extre grief and indignation.
The euphoria he felt from fantasizing earlier matched the extent of his current discomfort!
The stark contrast was indeed ford!
But, the contrast ford was exactly opposite to what he had imagined!
Ye Hu'an and his wives were unscathed!
Whereas his side and the army of Ancient Martial Artists, including Li Xiu'e, were the ones dead or injured!
Under such circumstances, how could Liu Tianyun and the others possibly regret staying by Ye Hu'an's side?
Not only would they not regret it, but they'd likely be relieved!
Relieved that they didn't follow Ling Yun!
Otherwise, they'd either be dead or injured!
Ling Yun was utterly unwilling, gritting his teeth, almost on the verge of suicide from the grief and anger.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand how Ye Hu'an managed to lead four defenseless won safely through the extrely dangerous right-side cave; it was illogical and unreasonable!
His mood was already bad enough, and after inexplicably receiving two slaps,
Ling Yun felt miserable, his anger having no outlet; the more he thought about it, the angrier he beca, his fists nearly clenched to pieces, his teeth almost ground to bits.
"Young Master Ling, don't be upset; soon, in the martial arts assessnt segnt, you will surely shine brightly."
"Then all the humiliation you've endured can be repaid a hundredfold."
"Ye Hu'an? Just an Ancient Martial Arts waste. We don't need to worry about him. I bet he found a shortcut without any traps, which is why he arrived safely."
"Once the martial arts assessnt begins, that waste will show his true colors, and he'll be the one in an awkward position."
"You are a dignified Saint of Huaxia. Is it worth lowering your status over a waste?"
Many Ancient Martial Artists ca forward, trying to comfort Ling Yun and belittle Ye Huan to gain Ling Yun's favor.
Ling Yun enjoyed the attention and imdiately felt much better.
That's right, his status may not currently compare to Di Qiankun, but once his identity as a Saint is revealed after the assessnt, the situation will instantly flip!
The Di Family young master may be formidable, but can he surpass a Saint rising in Huaxia once every five years?
As for Ye Hu'an...
"Once I beco a Saint, I'll make sure you're the first to go!" Ling Yun thought viciously.
…
"You all did very well, truly worthy of being the geniuses among the younger generation of Huaxia's Ancient Martial Realm."
"I initially expected that out of three hundred of you, at least two hundred and fifty would die."
"Unexpectedly, over ninety people made it to the end, very impressive."
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