Wen Hai couldn't believe that with his strength at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Heaven, he was temporarily unable to best Wen Qingye. Fury surged within him. His footwork accelerated, and the force of his fists rushed fiercely toward Wen Qingye.
Wen Hai was now using the Third-Grade Martial Arts, Iron Armor Fist. With each punch, his fists seemed to be clad in a layer of iron armor—heavy and powerful.
Wen Qingye's Fist Technique was the First-Grade Martial Arts, Cyan Mountain Fist. At first, the crowd could clearly see that Wen Qingye was on the defensive, but as time went on, he gradually seized the initiative.
A cyan light and a black light shone brilliantly throughout the square, weaving and clashing with each other.
Suddenly, the image of a cyan mountain range truly materialized behind Wen Qingye. An ancient aura flowed from the mountains, streaming before the eyes of the crowd as a peerless, tyrannical presence crushed down on everything.
BANG! BANG!
A series of rapid, powerful impacts exploded forth, echoing throughout the square.
The crowd was utterly silent. Only after a moment did the murmurs slowly return.
"Thirteen booms!"
This time, it wasn't just Wen Xu who was shocked; even Situ Haoming was stunned. 'How is this possible? How could the Cyan Mountain Fist possibly produce thirteen booms?'
Situ Haoming's face turned pale, then ashen. He had just declared that ten booms was the highest realm, yet Wen Qingye had immediately produced thirteen. This was a blatant, public humiliation. 'When have I ever suffered such an insult?' Situ Haoming's hatred for Wen Qingye intensified.
Wen Qingye knew that he wouldn't necessarily be Wen Hai's match in a prolonged battle. 'After all, one is at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Heaven, and the other is at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Heaven.'
Suddenly, Wen Qingye leaped high into the air, bringing his palm down toward the top of Wen Hai's head.
"Tear Monument Hand!"
Wen Qingye's palm seemed to press down on the very heavens, as if it would rip a hole in the sky. Looking up, all Wen Hai could see was a colossal palm descending fiercely from above.
"Mountain-Splitting Fist!"
Seeing this, Wen Hai no longer dared to hold back. Yellow Primordial Qi continuously gathered around him, and his Fist Force emitted a rumbling sound as he threw a punch to meet Wen Qingye's attack.
BOOM!
The enormous aftershock of Primordial Qi surged like a tidal wave, forcing some of the martial artists in the square with weaker cultivation to stumble back several steps.
THUD!
Wen Hai's body flew like a kite with a snapped string, soaring out of the center of the square and crashing heavily onto the ground. The massive impact sent a cloud of dust into the air.
An Elder from the Wen Family quickly rushed to Wen Hai's side. He placed a finger under Wen Hai's nose and, finding he was still breathing, let out a sigh of relief.
Wen Qingye wasn't faring much better. He felt a pressure in his chest, as if he were about to spit something out, but he managed to force it down.
"Wen Hai of the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Heaven lost to Wen Qingye of the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Heaven? How is that possible?"
"Wen Qingye is incredible! He actually managed to produce thirteen booms with the Cyan Mountain Fist!"
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"Wen Hai lost?" Zhang Chuan's expression was grim. 'Based on the strength Wen Qingye just showed, I might not even be his match.'
Wen Xu's brow was deeply furrowed, his expression dark. 'What in the world is going on? Isn't Wen Qingye at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer Heaven? Why is it that now, even Wen Hai of the Wen Family is no match for him? Why?'
Watching this, Zhang Hua grew even more intrigued. He began to consider how he might recruit Wen Qingye, but he let none of this show on his face.
Wen Qingye looked at the Wen Family disciples and said calmly, "Are you going to get off the stage yourselves, or do I have to escort you?"
One of the Wen Family disciples berated him angrily, "You! Wen Qingye, don't forget you're also a member of the Wen Family! Are you really going to throw all of us off the stage?"
Wen Qingye let out a cold snort. With a slide of his feet, he rushed toward the group from the Wen Family.
Even Wen Hai had been no match for Wen Qingye. The remaining Wen Family disciples were mostly at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer Heaven, with a few at the Eighth Level of Qi Cultivation. Against Wen Qingye's Great Heaven-Tearing Monument Hand, hardly any of them could withstand even three moves.
Soon, Wen Qingye had thrown every last one of the Wen Family disciples from the stage. Not a single disciple from the great Wen Family remained in this round. All were eliminated, with no exceptions.
Although Wen Xu said nothing, his eyes gradually grew cold.
The Wen Family's Great Elder, Wen Gui, couldn't stop himself from leaping to his feet and roaring, "Wen Qingye, you've got some nerve!"
Wen Qingye completely ignored the Wen Family's Great Elder. Instead, his sharp gaze fell upon Zhang Chuan and the Zhang Family disciples behind him. "You should all come at me at once. I'm afraid you won't get another chance."
Zhang Chuan clenched his jaw. "Wen Qingye, you dare to look down on me? Don't think you're invincible just because you beat Wen Hai. Let me tell you, Wen Hai is no match for me, either! Today, I'll show you just how formidable Zhang Chuan can be!"
As he spoke, Zhang Chuan took two steps forward and drew his saber, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye.
"I don't need a sword to deal with you," Wen Qingye said coolly.
Enraged by the taunt, Zhang Chuan's saber was already out. The moment it left its sheath, an intensely cold aura burst forth. With a flick of his wrist, as elegant as a blooming flower, he instantly sent two sharp streams of Saber Qi flying toward Wen Qingye.
"Two Dragons Emerging from the Sea!"
The sharp Saber Qi, as fast as a bolt of lightning, swept toward Wen Qingye's legs and chest, completely cutting off his path of retreat.
With a slide of his feet, Wen Qingye moved like a butterfly fluttering through the air, elegantly and nimbly dodging the two streams of Saber Qi.
Zhang Chuan's expression changed. He hadn't expected Wen Qingye to be so skilled as to dodge his Saber Qi with such ease. Twirling his saber, he rushed to Wen Qingye's side, gripped the hilt with both hands, and slashed at his waist.
"Tornado Rain Strike!"
This slash was like a flash of lightning in a fierce storm—a single, sharp, gleaming sliver of light!
WHOOSH!
Wen Qingye spun his body and soared upward. He took a step in mid-air, landed on the hilt of the saber, and used it to vault up, appearing behind Zhang Chuan in an instant.
Zhang Chuan unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one aimed at a vital point. But Wen Qingye's footwork was phantom-like and profoundly mysterious; Zhang Chuan couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
The Saber Qi from Zhang Chuan's hands grew increasingly fierce. With bold, sweeping movements, he displayed the full potential of this Fourth-Grade Martial Arts Saber Technique, causing many in the crowd to nod in silent approval.
Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in Wen Qingye's eyes. He thrust out his palm with supreme momentum, and a colossal Great Hand Seal that seemed to reach the heavens descended directly upon his opponent.
HISS!
Wen Qingye's palm strike directly shattered Zhang Chuan's Saber Qi. The residual energy scattered into the air as the palm continued on to strike Zhang Chuan's chest.
Zhang Chuan stumbled back rapidly, retreating again and again until he was forced completely off the square.
"Even Zhang Chuan is no match for Wen Qingye!"
"That Martial Arts technique Wen Qingye just used... it looked like a Fifth-Grade Martial Arts, didn't it? And it seems he's completely mastered it!"
"It seems Wen Qingye is a late bloomer, a true genius after all!"
The crowd watched the two fighting on the stage, utterly astonished.