"This kid has quite the presence!" At this moment, an ancient old-timer of the Celestial Supreme Realm could not help speaking up. Given his age and strength, he was indeed qualified to call Ye Xiwen a kid.
"That's right. From beginning to end, his Overlord Dao did not yield to Feng Wuying in the slightest. Feng Wuying has constantly tried to assert his dominance, yet Ye Xiwen has steadily kept him down. Throughout their clash of auras, he has been unable to gain the upper hand. This kid is no simple matter!"
Many people could not see what Ye Xiwen was doing, but to these old monsters, it was crystal clear. They understood perfectly what he was doing.
Sometimes, momentum was also a terrifying thing. When the tide of the times surged forward, anyone who tried to stand in its way was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The same was true for martial artists. Their momentum could not be broken. Once many people gained the upper hand at the outset, they would fight more and more smoothly. Even an opponent who had originally been evenly matched could be completely suppressed as the battle went on.
That was what people meant by having hot hands. The more advanced the martial artist, the more tyrannical their momentum became. Competing in momentum was also an important part of a battle between martial artists.
Suppressing the other side's momentum was therefore of paramount importance. Once one's aura was suppressed, one could not unleash one's full strength, much less surpass one's limits. Those able to carve a bloody path out of adversity were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Even among these geniuses, only a handful could accomplish it.
Yet Ye Xiwen happened to be one of that handful. But