Full Power Unleashed

Everyone watching felt their jaws drop. Ma Ying was a top-five ranked Inner Disciple, possessing immense strength. Since the grand competition began, he had bulldozed his way through to this point.

But who would have thought Ye Xiwen had been hiding his strength, capable of matching the top five Inner Disciples.

Ye Xiwen finally unleashed Thunderclap Hand, the rumbling thunderous storm echoing throughout the arena.

"Third strike!"

"Fourth strike!"

"Fifth strike!"

"Sixth strike!"

Ye Xiwen's strikes reached six strikes in rapid succession, so fast he was a blur.

"Haha, you dare to block my great hammers with your bare hands? You're asking for death! I'll smash both your hands!" Ma Ying laughed maniacally, his dual hammers like mountains pressing down, sealing off all space before Ye Xiwen, using sheer force to overcome all techniques.

"Boom!"

With a massive explosion, Ye Xiwen's hands struck the pair of great hammers, stirring up a huge wave of energy.

Instantly, countless people were stunned. The anticipated scene of Ye Xiwen's hands being shattered didn't materialize. Instead, Ye Xiwen's hands, as if breaking through bamboo, directly shattered the great hammers.

The great hammers, like paper, were blown apart by Ye Xiwen's Overwhelming Force!

The Ironback Silver Ape's body was as hard as steel, impervious to blades and spears. This was due to frequently drinking the special Monkey Wine. Over the past month, much of the Monkey Wine Ye Xiwen consumed had been used to strengthen his physique.

Ye Xiwen's strength had reached nineteen fierce tigers, while Ma Ying's was only nine fierce tigers. Ma Ying intended to overwhelm Ye Xiwen with sheer force, but he didn't realize Ye Xiwen's strength far surpassed his own.

"Thunderous Gale!" Ye Xiwen shattered Ma Ying's dual hammers and struck Ma Ying's thick body with a palm strike.

"Bang!" Ma Ying had no time to resist before Ye Xiwen blasted him flying.

"Stop!" A roar suddenly came from the sky.

Ye Xiwen ignored it. Zhenqi erupted beneath his feet, and he stepped onto the Heavenly Immortal Steps, instantly pursuing. His hands moved like shadows, unleashing a flurry of palm strikes towards the still-flying Ma Ying.

"Lightning Flashes and Thunder Roars!"

"Ghostly Thunder Axe!"

"Sudden Wind and Thunder!"

"Boom!" Ma Ying's towering figure crashed heavily to the ground, all his bones broken. There wasn't a single intact spot on his body. Most importantly, Ye Xiwen had shattered Ma Ying's Qi Sea. The Qi Sea was the foundation of a martial artist's cultivation and the storage place for Zhenqi. With his Qi Sea shattered, even if Ma Ying survived, he would be crippled, unable to cultivate further.

Ye Xiwen knew that such petty individuals would seek endless revenge, but in front of everyone, he couldn't kill Ma Ying. Shattering his Qi Sea completely eliminated any future trouble.

"Ye Xiwen, you audacious brat! Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?" At this moment, a figure descended from the sky and landed in the arena. It was a Black-Robed Elder, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at Ye Xiwen.

From his memories, Ye Xiwen knew this Black-Robed Elder was Wang Jian, the Hall Master of the Yi Yuan Sect's Hall of Punishments, responsible for discipline within the sect. Ordinary disciples feared Wang Jian greatly. More importantly, Wang Jian and Ye Kongming were on very bad terms, with animosity seemingly accumulating from a long time ago.

"Maiming a fellow disciple in broad daylight! Do you have no sense of camaraderie? No regard for the Yi Yuan Sect's laws? Letting someone like you grow would surely be a disaster for our Yi Yuan Sect!" As soon as he spoke, heavy accusations were leveled against Ye Xiwen.

"Maiming a fellow disciple, what a heavy accusation! Are you treating everyone here as blind? Ma Ying was the one who attacked me with lethal intent, trying to kill me here. I was merely defending myself!" Ye Xiwen retorted without hesitation. Given that Ye Kongming and Wang Jian were already at odds and on opposing sides, and on top of that, Wang Jian had come looking for trouble.

"What a sharp-tongued brat!" Wang Jian stared at Ye Xiwen with cold eyes. "You claim self-defense, yet you've injured a fellow disciple so severely! Moreover, Ma Ying is a genius of our Yi Yuan Sect. Crippling one of our sect's geniuses is an even greater crime!"

"Are you saying that someone defending themselves must simply endure being bullied and cannot fight back? What kind of logic is that!" Ye Xiwen shot back. "Besides, you call this a genius? He couldn't even block one of my moves. He's just a good-for-nothing. Wasting any more resources on such a waste would be pointless. It's good that it's stopped now!"

"I was merely defending myself. The truth and justice of this matter will be judged by everyone here. You cannot simply cover the sky with one hand!" Ye Xiwen stated.

"Hmph, I am the Hall Master of the Hall of Punishments. I control the sect's punishments. You harmed a fellow disciple, the evidence is conclusive, and you cannot deny it!" Wang Jian disregarded everything else. The terrifying aura of a cultivator in the innate realm instantly erupted. He extended a large hand, grasping towards Ye Xiwen, transforming his hand into a claw and reaching for Ye Xiwen's shoulder. If he had made contact, Ye Xiwen's shoulder would likely have been dislocated on the spot.

How vicious!

Ye Xiwen stomped his foot instantly, stepping onto the Heavenly Immortal Steps and retreating rapidly. However, Wang Jian relentlessly pursued, his claw strike tearing through the air, incredibly fearsome.

"Hah!" Ye Xiwen roared. Pushed to his limit, Wang Jian's terrifying pressure locked onto him firmly.

"Clang!" A sound of metal striking metal. Ye Xiwen drew the long saber from his back and unleashed a New Moon Slash.

Instantly, nine saber shadows appeared in the sky, slashing down fiercely at Wang Jian. Their speed was incredible, incorporating some of the profound principles of Thunderclap Hand, making them astonishingly fast.

The nine saber shadows, filled with overwhelming saber energy, sealed off all of Wang Jian's escape routes, their momentum invincible.

The surrounding onlookers were dumbfounded. They hadn't expected Ye Xiwen's saber strike to be so terrifying. This was Ye Xiwen's true strength. Only now did everyone understand that even when Ye Xiwen had blasted Ma Ying away with a single move, he hadn't used his full power. It was only when pushed to the brink that he truly unleashed his fearsome strength.

The sharp saber wind blew wildly, stinging the onlookers' skin.

"How is this possible!" A flicker of shock flashed in Wang Jian's eyes. He hadn't expected Ye Xiwen to be able to unleash such a saber technique.

Wang Jian took several rapid steps, his figure like lightning, instantly retreating out of the range of Ye Xiwen's saber shadows, dodging the attack.

Just as he was about to launch another attack, a roar suddenly echoed from the sky again: "Old man, stop harming my son!"

A massive hand descended from the sky, slamming towards Wang Jian, forming a gaseous palm several meters wide that pressed down.

Wang Jian extended his hands, meeting the attack.

"Boom!" A terrifying wave of energy spread within a radius of over ten meters, the air itself seeming to evaporate. Many disciples were pushed back by this terrifying wave of energy.

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