Let Them Watch Their Fill

Ye Xiwen naturally had no idea that he had already become a topic of discussion among the elders. Nor did he have the time to care about it.

Since Ye Xiwen had finished early, he had plenty of time to watch the other matches.

After the first round, only a little over a hundred people remained for the second round.

Compared to the first round, the quality of the second round was much higher. Even the weakest participants were at the late Houtian Fourth Stage.

Ye Xiwen also saw some exceptionally formidable experts unleash their Divine Might and effortlessly defeat their opponents. These people were all Houtian Sixth Stage experts, outstanding elites among the Inner Disciples.

Ye Xiwen's opponent in the third round was far inferior to Wang Shaoqi, not even comparable to Shi Feng. He had only just reached the Houtian Fifth Stage and was slapped off the platform by Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen breezed through the third round as well. This finally made the higher-ups of the Yi Yuan Sect take him seriously. Quite a few elders began paying special attention to him, just as they did to those geniuses.

Passing the third round easily placed him among the top fifty. Passing the fourth would put him in the top thirty.

Elder Hu's expression grew increasingly ugly. He had said Ye Xiwen would never make it into the top fifty, yet Ye Xiwen had easily passed the third round. If Ye Xiwen made it through the fourth round as well, where would Elder Hu's face be? This was a naked slap across his own face.

Moreover, Ye Xiwen had not struggled through the third round. He had defeated every opponent with a single move. No one had forced him to use a second move, nor had anyone forced him to use a Martial Skill. He merely sent out a plain, unadorned palm strike, and his opponents flew away.

Ye Xiwen's method of defeating enemies in one move and advancing with ease immediately made his name rise like a comet among the disciples.

Many people began watching his matches.

"Ye Xiwen's strength is simply unfathomable. No one has yet been able to force him to truly make a move. I wonder what Martial Skill he cultivates!"

"He has a greatsaber on his back. He must use the saber!"

"No, someone recognized it. Ye Xiwen's primary Martial Skill is a palm technique. It carries a faint sound of thunder—it's Thunderclap Hand!"

"They can't even force out his Martial Skill. That's terrifying!"

"But he probably won't have it so easy next time. His next opponent is Tang Nian. Tang Nian is already a Houtian Sixth Stage expert and has also cut through thorns and brambles all the way here with ease. It'll truly be a battle between dragons and tigers!"

Ye Xiwen heard the discussions as well, but he paid them no mind.

"I never thought you'd make it this far. But you'd better pray you don't run into me!" While Ye Xiwen was deep in thought, a figure approached. He was a tall, burly young man in his twenties, carrying a pair of enormous Copper Hammers on his back. "Otherwise, I'll let you taste the pain my younger brother suffered!"

"You're Ma Ying?" Ye Xiwen immediately realized who he was. This person could only be Ma Ying. "Your younger brother committed every evil under the sun. How many people did he force into ruin and bankruptcy? This is retribution!"

"I don't care what my younger brother did before. But today, I will avenge him. You'd better surrender early, or I'll crush all four of your limbs!" Ma Ying said with a savage grin.

Ye Xiwen remained impassive, merely watching Ma Ying coldly.

"What? Scared? If you're scared, hurry up and run away! Hahaha!" Ma Ying laughed loudly.

Many disciples gathered around to watch, chattering among themselves.

"I never expected Ye Xiwen and Ma Ying to have a grudge. Tsk tsk, now there's really going to be a show!"

"Tsk tsk, I heard Ye Xiwen crippled Ma Yan before, leaving him bedridden for a long time. Now the real master has come. With Ma Ying's Yazi-like nature, how could he possibly let this go?"

"Tsk tsk, Ma Ying is someone who can break into the top five. Ye Xiwen won't really have all four limbs broken, will he?"

"How could that happen? Ye Xiwen isn't someone to be trifled with either. So far, none of his opponents have forced him to use two moves!"

"Hehe, let me weigh your worth and see whether you can pass Tang Nian's test!" Ma Ying gave a savage laugh and suddenly struck to kill. One of the huge hammers flew up behind him, and he seized it with one hand. Amid a howling gust, he viciously smashed it toward Ye Xiwen.

Ma Ying was arrogant, but his strength was truly formidable. His cultivation was absolutely at the Houtian Sixth Stage Peak, placing him among the very best of the Inner Disciples. His terrifying aura firmly locked onto Ye Xiwen as the massive hammer came crashing down.

This was not a test of Ye Xiwen's strength at all. He simply wanted an excuse to smash Ye Xiwen into a cripple.

Ye Xiwen stamped his foot, and his figure drifted away like an immortal, leisurely evading the hammer. Yet Ma Ying also stomped hard, unexpectedly using Heavenly Immortal Steps as well. However, when Ma Ying used them, the Heavenly Immortal Steps brimmed with explosive force and raw power.

They were utterly different!

Killing intent flashed in Ma Ying's eyes, and a savage grin spread across his face. He rapidly closed in on Ye Xiwen. The heavy hammer in his hand seemed weightless as he fiercely brought it down.

Boom! The hammer blasted a huge crater into the ground, but Ye Xiwen evaded it at the critical moment.

"How is this possible? You actually..." Ma Ying stared at Ye Xiwen in disbelief. Of course, he could tell that Ye Xiwen cultivated Heavenly Immortal Steps, and hatred surged within him. Ye Xiwen must have stolen it from his younger brother. But Ma Ying had not cared much about that—he had cultivated Heavenly Immortal Steps for more than a year. How could Ye Xiwen possibly compare to him?

Yet Ye Xiwen had actually evaded that attack. His Heavenly Immortal Steps had reached minor accomplishment!

Ma Ying himself had only just entered the hall, still some distance from minor accomplishment!

"Idiot!" Ye Xiwen sneered.

"You're courting death!" Ma Ying flew into a rage and completely erupted. His aura climbed to its peak, incomparably violent, far stronger than Wang Shaoqi's had been. Wang Shaoqi could only contend against Houtian Sixth Stage Early Phase experts, while Ma Ying was an expert ranked among the top five of this generation's Inner Disciples. He had broken through passes and slain generals all the way here, with hardly any equal.

"This time, I'll turn you into a corpse!" Ma Ying's aura locked onto Ye Xiwen. A towering presence surged over him like the sky collapsing and the earth caving in, while the two huge hammers whistled toward him like two small mountains.

Ye Xiwen could feel dozens of powerful gazes sweeping over him. Quite a few were malicious, and there were even Xiantian-level experts among them. Their gazes alone made a chill run down his spine.

He understood that as an elder of the Yi Yuan Sect, Ye Kongming had friends—and naturally, enemies as well. Who knew how many enemies lurked in the shadows, waiting to see Ye Xiwen make a fool of himself?

Since they wanted to watch, then let them watch their fill!

Before true strength, what were schemes and tricks? They were nothing but floating clouds!

The strength Ye Xiwen had kept hidden all this time finally erupted completely, soaring into the heavens and charging straight to the Houtian Sixth Stage Peak.

"What? Ye Xiwen is also at the Houtian Sixth Stage Peak!"

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