Zhao Letian had barely finished speaking when the crowd immediately froze in astonishment.
He asked that sinister-looking tall and lanky youth to step up and speak; what was he implying? Now that his cultivation was completely lost, how dare he challenge someone else? Wasn't this seeking his own death?
"Me step up? Ha, very well, I really want to see, after I step up, what can you, a useless trash, possibly do!" After a moment of shock, the sinister-looking tall and lanky youth sneered and walked out from the crowd. He simply couldn't believe that Zhao Letian, now a cripple, could do anything to him.
"Big Brother Letian, this person's name is Yu Fei, his cultivation is at Primordial Martial Sixth Realm, just one step away from breaking through to the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm and becoming a high-level Primordial Martial. I'm not even his match, maybe we should leave now, and you can come back to reclaim this island once you've restored your cultivation." Seeing Zhao Letian seemingly about to conflict with the tall and lanky youth, Liu Wei, afraid that he would be at a disadvantage, hurriedly whispered with a slight frown in persuasion.
"Restore my cultivation? Dream on, Master Shentu probably has already shattered his Qi Sea yesterday, turning him into a complete cripple. Even if not, his cultivation must have fallen to the Primordial Martial First Realm, he might never have a chance to return to his former peak cultivation in this lifetime." The tall and lanky youth named Yu Fei scornfully mocked. Martial Artists have very keen hearing, even though Liu Wei spoke softly, he still heard everything clearly.
"Liu Wei, I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to worry, I know what I'm doing," Zhao Letian indifferently smiled and said to Liu Wei, who was standing in front of him.
"Well... okay then." Liu Wei paused for a moment, then upon second thought, she nodded her head and stepped aside. Although she didn't know where Zhao Letian's confidence came from, given her understanding of Zhao Letian, since he could speak such words, he must have some assurance and she need not worry.
"Make your move!" Zhao Letian looked at Yu Fei, the tall and lanky youth, with his hands clasped behind his back, no unnecessary words, just directly getting to the point because he was well aware that this was a world where strength spoke.
"Make a move? Very good! Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, to torture the once top external talent, must also be a pretty enjoyable experience!" Yu Fei's mouth curved up, revealing a cruel cold smirk.
"Shut up!" Zhao Letian had already lost his patience, his brow furrowed as he coldly shouted while his figure flickered like the wind, suddenly raising his fist and smashing it towards Yu Fei's face.
"So fast! Wasn't his cultivation ruined? How can he be this fast? Humph, doesn't matter, there's no Primordial Energy fluctuation above his fist, he must have really lost all his cultivation!" Yu Fei was suddenly startled and began to doubt, but he didn't have time to think too deeply as he hurriedly exerted all his power at Primordial Martial Sixth Realm, raising his fist enveloped with powerful Primordial Energy Wave, and brazenly met the attack.
"Force of One Armor!"
At this moment, Zhao Letian suddenly roared, and a layer of Black Scale Armor suddenly appeared out of nowhere above his ordinary fist, his strength and speed surged instantaneously, directly tearing through Yu Fei's Primordial Energy Wave and solidly smashing into Yu Fei's fist.
"Crack! Crack! …"
"Ah!"
The next moment, a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds resounded followed by Yu Fei screaming painfully like a slaughtered pig as he held his limp and dangling arm, crashing heavily as he flew backward.
Instantly, the scene went dead silent, with everyone showing faces of unbelievable astonishment.
Was this really a crippled man with lost cultivation? If Zhao Letian, who defeated Yu Fei with one punch, is considered a cripple, then most of the people at the scene were probably worse than cripples!
"Big Brother Letian's strength is so strong, has he already restored his cultivation?" Liu Wei thought with immense joy and surprise.
"If I am a cripple, then what are you?" Zhao Letian looked at Yu Fei, lying on the ground moaning in pain, and indifferently spoke, then shifted his gaze away, no longer paying attention to that painfully struggling fellow. A mere Primordial Martial Sixth Realm was nothing to him at his peak, he had never even heard of Yu Fei's name before; defeating such an insignificant nobody brought him no sense of achievement, he just wanted to tell everyone that even the once top external talent who had lost his halo, was not someone any Tom, Dick, or Harry could bully, they better not come looking for trouble in the future.
"Zhao Letian, it seems that your cultivation has not been completely abolished, but even so, compared to your peak period, you are far inferior. If I am not mistaken, that punch you threw just now possessed at most the strength of the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm. Although it's sufficient to deal with trash like Yu Fei, it's not enough in front of us high-level Primordial Martial Artists. So, you might as well leave, you are destined not to keep this island!" Just then, a burly teenager from the back of the crowd suddenly spoke up.
"Primordial Martial Seventh Realm?" Zhao Letian looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaking youth was indeed a person of the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm; his aura was extremely strong, and several people nearby were also above the Primordial Martial Seventh Realm, far stronger than Yu Fei.
As it is well known, the Martial Realm is the entrance level of martial arts, divided into nine stages: the first three are known as the initial stage, four to six are the middle stage, and seven to nine are the high stage. The strength difference between each stage is significant, and the gap between initial, middle, and high stages is even more so, especially for those above the seventh stage, whose power is incomparable to those below high-level Primordial Martial.
With Zhao Letian's current strength, it is indeed very difficult to deal with high-level Primordial Martial Artists. More importantly, it is impossible for him to contend against all the high-level Primordial Martial Artists present. In other words, he truly cannot hold onto this island.
However, Zhao Letian had already anticipated this outcome, hence he did not hesitate and was ready to leave with Liu Wei.
"Give you ten breaths of time, everyone on the island, get out, or bear the consequences!"
Just then, a very loud and domineering voice suddenly rolled over from the lake, startling everyone who then looked towards the source. They saw a robust young man in a black robe, carrying a giant saber, who was not using a small boat, but instead was running rapidly directly atop the surface of the lake.
"Luo Hao!"
"It's Luo Hao, the second-ranked external talent!"
"Luo Hao, who's at the peak of Primordial Martial Ninth Realm? It's over, it seems he wants to monopolize the island just like Zhao Letian. With Zhao Letian's cultivation not restored, he is now the top external talent. Probably no one can stop him!"
Upon recognizing the newcomer, the crowd exclaimed, many faces showing disappointment. It now seemed that even without Zhao Letian, they still could not cultivate on this island.
"Three breaths of time have already passed, aren't you rolling out yet?"
Soon, the rugged-looking Luo Hao arrived on the island, surveying the crowd before his gaze narrowed, falling on Zhao Letian as he coldly shouted, emphasizing the word 'roll' heavily.
Hearing this, Zhao Letian's eyes narrowed, and he deeply observed Luo Hao. In his prime, Luo Hao had been defeated by him, always suppressed, never daring to provoke him easily. Now that his cultivation had not recovered, the other sought to seize the island and even verbally humiliated him; this account, he took note of.
"Liu Wei, let's go," Zhao Letian quickly withdrew his gaze and spoke to Liu Wei with a calm demeanor. Now that his strength was inferior to Luo Hao, he had to grudgingly leave for now and wait to settle accounts with this youth once his cultivation was restored.
"Mhm." Liu Wei obediently nodded, quickly catching up, and then they both took the small boat Liu Wei came in, heading towards the outer lake area.
"Zhao Letian, I await your return to battle!"
The boat had just sailed not far when Luo Hao's domineering voice suddenly came from behind on the island.
"Rest assured, you won't wait too long!"
Zhao Letian, standing at the bow with his hands behind his back, donned in a white robe fluttering in the wind, corners of his mouth curled up revealing an immensely confident smile, spoke without turning his head.
Watching Zhao Letian and Liu Wei move further away, Luo Hao withdrew his gaze, scanned the crowd coolly, and then the crowd hurriedly dispersed in fear.