Strength Exposed

"Deputy Commander Sun, your son and Ye Xiaofan have gone up onto the Martial Arts Stage. Should we intervene and stop them?"

A slightly nervous Demon Suppressing Guard rushed into Sun Wude's office, panting heavily as he spoke.

"No need. It's normal for young people to be hot-blooded. Keep an eye on Ye Xiaofan and don't let Chenyu cause any deaths."

Sun Wude answered without even raising his head. He had confidence in his son.

Sun Chenyu had been a typical useless, good-for-nothing second-generation heir since childhood. Sun Wude had never expected that this second son, whom he had not thought highly of, would possess such excellent talent.

He had mastered the Basic Breathing Technique in three days. It was a metal-element technique focused on the lungs, and his comprehension was not bad either—he had refined his first wisp of qi and blood in only two days, then brought a high-grade qi-and-blood cultivation technique to the entry level.

In terms of talent, among the entire Sun Family, he was only slightly inferior to Sun Wude's eldest son.

Thinking of his eldest son, Sun Wude rarely revealed a sincere smile.

"I wonder how my son is doing in the Immortal Sect."

Elsewhere,

More and more Demon Suppressing Guards gathered to watch the spectacle.

The Demon Suppressing Guard lived with their lives on the edge of a blade to begin with. Now that there was entertainment to watch, no one wanted to miss it.

To them, a fight between two people who had not even reached the Body Refinement First Layer was nothing more than children playing house—a chance for everyone to relax and have a laugh.

"Brother Ye, blades and swords have no eyes. Forgive me."

The corners of Sun Chenyu's lips curled upward. The instant his momentum reached its peak, he stepped forward, his saber leaving its sheath as it slashed directly toward Ye Xiaofan's right arm.

Before attacking, he had already made up his mind. Letting Ye Xiaofan lie bedridden for ten days or half a month would be letting him off too easily. Better to cripple one of his arms outright.

After all, his father had his back. Nothing would happen to him.

The saber kept enlarging in Ye Xiaofan's pupils, yet he remained motionless, both arms wrapped around the sword in his hands.

In his eyes, Sun Chenyu's movements were simply too slow. His saber technique and movement technique were riddled with flaws everywhere.

"Sun Chenyu cultivates the high-grade Gale Saber Technique. Judging by its might, he has already reached the entry level. This boy's talent and comprehension are indeed high. As expected of Deputy Commander Sun's son."

"Could Ye Xiaofan have been scared stupid?"

The onlookers chatted casually.

The young men of the Reserve Team, however, were so frightened by the terrifying aura Sun Chenyu exuded that they collapsed onto the ground.

Their eyes were stretched wide, fear spilling from their pupils.

So this was how great the gap between them and a genius was.

So great that it brought despair.

The saber was about to chop into Ye Xiaofan's arm.

Seeing Ye Xiaofan remain still as if he had been frightened too badly to move, Sun Chenyu raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a savage, twisted grin.

It was as if he could already see Ye Xiaofan's arm being severed and him howling miserably on the ground.

"Kid, go die!"

The next moment,

Sun Chenyu felt a faint breeze brush past his side, lifting a few strands of hair. His saber cut through empty air. Ye Xiaofan had vanished from before him.

"What?"

Panic flashed across Sun Chenyu's face, and he immediately fumbled as he swept his saber back horizontally.

But it was already too late.

Ye Xiaofan flashed behind Sun Chenyu and used only the strength of his fleshly body to throw a plain, unremarkable punch into Sun Chenyu's back.

At once, Sun Chenyu seemed to have been rammed by a savage bull, his entire body flying sideways through the air.

His saber flew from his grasp, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

After crashing heavily to the ground, he no longer had the strength to fight.

Ye Xiaofan had controlled his strength perfectly. Sun Chenyu's five viscera had been violently shaken and injured, leaving him unable to cultivate for a short time, yet his life was not in danger.

But Ye Xiaofan had no intention of letting him off so easily.

Still holding his longsword in both arms, Ye Xiaofan wore a charming curve on his lips as he walked step by step toward Sun Chenyu.

At this moment,

The crowd below first froze, then sucked in a cold breath. They stared at Ye Xiaofan in disbelief as a buzzing uproar drowned out the entire Martial Arts Stage.

They had thought this battle would be a dragon-tiger struggle, with Sun Chenyu holding a slight edge. Instead, it had been a one-sided instant defeat without the slightest suspense.

"Hiss, did any of you see what just happened? How did Ye Xiaofan suddenly move behind Sun Chenyu?"

"It was the mid-grade movement technique, Wind God Steps. Once cultivated to great mastery, one moves like the wind and can ride the wind through the air for several zhang."

"What? Could Ye Xiaofan have cultivated Wind God Steps to great mastery already? How is that possible? How long has he been cultivating?"

Great mastery was unlikely, but he had at least reached subtle mastery.

"This boy's talent and comprehension are terrifying to such an extent! He absolutely must not—"

Seeing the strange looks everyone was giving him, the speaker hurriedly gave an awkward smile and shut his mouth.

"..."

Sun Chenyu watched Ye Xiaofan draw nearer and nearer, his mind trembling violently, his eyes filled with terror.

For every step Ye Xiaofan took forward, he crawled one step backward.

"You... don't come any closer. I am the Vice Commander's son."

Remembering that his father was a Vice Commander, Sun Chenyu immediately found his courage.

"Ye Xiaofan, you lowborn wretch! You dare injure me? I will never let you go."

Ye Xiaofan raised an eyebrow. Were all those from great households this brainless?

He had dared to attack. Did he look like someone who feared a Vice Commander or the Sun Family?

At once, he unleashed Wind God Steps at perfect mastery.

With one step, he crossed on the wind, traversing nearly one zhang in an instant and arriving before Sun Chenyu.

"You... you can't..."

Their eyes met. The faint killing intent in Ye Xiaofan's deep gaze suppressed Sun Chenyu so thoroughly that he could not even finish speaking.

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"Stop!"

Below the Martial Arts Stage, Sun Zhigao finally came back to his senses.

Ignoring the rules, he immediately leapt onto the Martial Arts Stage and attacked in fury without regard for his own status.

Captain Li Zhengzhi had been about to intervene, but upon seeing Sun Zhigao act, he stopped moving.

Someone at the Body Refining Third Level was enough.

A straight punch shot toward Ye Xiaofan's back like a cannonball, carrying the sound of air tearing apart.

Ye Xiaofan glanced sideways and immediately struck back.

Crack~

Aah~

Four faint sounds of bones breaking, accompanied by one shrill scream, rang in everyone's hearts. The onlookers all broke out in goosebumps.

The way they looked at Ye Xiaofan changed completely.

Ruthless and merciless, peerlessly gifted, unafraid of the powerful and wealthy—he could not be provoked!

"I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?"

Seeing Ye Xiaofan disregard him and still break all four of Sun Chenyu's limbs,

A trace of coldness flashed through Sun Zhigao's eyes. He mobilized his qi and blood and attacked with all his strength.

"Sun Zhigao, what are you doing?"

The watching Demon Suppressing Guards came back to themselves and immediately shouted. Some had already begun rushing toward the Martial Arts Stage.

"Captain Zhang, once you step onto the Martial Arts Stage, you must follow the Martial Arts Stage's rules."

Li Zhengzhi stepped forward and blocked Zhang Tianhong.

In an instant, the two camps led by the pair stood with swords drawn and bows bent.

"You—"

Zhang Tianhong trembled with rage and was about to forcefully make his move.

At this moment,

Ye Xiaofan snorted coldly on the stage. This man had targeted him at every turn since they met today, and now he had even disregarded the Martial Arts Stage's rules to ambush him.

He was simply courting death!

Today, even if he had to expose his strength, he would vent this anger.

At once, he stepped left, turned back, and thrust his sword straight at Sun Zhigao's wrist.

Sun Zhigao clearly had not expected Ye Xiaofan to evade his punch. Unable to react in time, his wrist was struck by Ye Xiaofan's sheathed longsword.

With the Sword Drawing Technique, once the sword emerged, blood had to be seen. Ye Xiaofan did not wish to kill Sun Zhigao in public, so he could only strike with the sheath.

Crack!

Aah!

Another miserable howl mixed with the sound of breaking bone pulled everyone's attention back.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Zhigao, who had launched the sneak attack, instead had his wrist broken by Ye Xiaofan.

"You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

His broken wrist did not rob Sun Zhigao of his ability to fight. With a twisted face, he roared and continued attacking Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan's expression did not change. His figure was like the wind, strolling leisurely through Sun Zhigao's berserk attacks as though in an idle courtyard.

If not for the toxins in his body needing to be suppressed by qi and blood, making him wary of using it lightly, Sun Zhigao would already be lying on the ground like Sun Chenyu.

"Trash!"

"Ahh! You're courting death! I'll kill you!"

Unable to touch Ye Xiaofan, then provoked by that lightly spoken word—trash—Sun Zhigao's eyes turned red. He lost all sense of measure, every move driving straight at Ye Xiaofan's vital points.

The next moment,

Ye Xiaofan seized the flaw Sun Zhigao exposed and struck again, the sword sheath tapping against Sun Zhigao's chest.

How could little Sun Zhigao withstand the strength of one ox?

At once, his body abruptly halted, his face turning deathly pale. He spat out a mouthful of old blood, staggered back several steps, and finally collapsed onto the ground.

Looking at the hole in the clothing over his chest, cold sweat soaked him. If it had been the sword tip rather than the sheath, he would already be dead.

Sun Zhigao raised his head and looked at the calm-faced youth before him, his eyes filled with shock, awe, and confusion.

"You... why is your strength so great?"

Ye Xiaofan said nothing. How could ordinary people understand the world of a genius with cheats?

Elsewhere,

"Am I dreaming?"

Zhang Tianhong muttered to himself, then slapped himself. The burning pain made him understand that this was not a dream.

Ye Xiaofan had defeated Sun Zhigao of the Body Refining Third Level.

No, strictly speaking, he had defeated him with ease.

"Ye Xiaofan has definitely broken through to the Body Refinement First Layer, perhaps even higher. He defeated someone at the Body Refining Third Level using only the strength of his fleshly body. What kind of monster is this? If he can join my squad, our strength will soar."

Zhang Tianhong's gaze toward Ye Xiaofan became fiery.

Li Zhengzhi was also staring at Ye Xiaofan in utter disbelief.

Ye Xiaofan's strength had long since been exposed: the Body Refinement First Layer.

They could accept a genius fighting across one level, but damn it, he had directly crossed two levels and still looked relaxed.

Was he even human?

Ye Xiaofan glanced at Li Zhengzhi and memorized his face. He would not let this matter go easily.

Then he nodded to Zhang Tianhong and left.

With Zhang Tianhong present, Li Zhengzhi had no intention of forcefully attacking. He shot Zhang Tianhong a vicious glare, went onto the stage, picked up Sun Chenyu, and departed.

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