"Young Sect Master, save us!"
A group of people had deliberately made things difficult for him, hoping to make him back down and teach him a small lesson. They had never expected to pay for it with their own lives.
One misstep could bring a lifetime of regret. It was already too late for them to repent. All they could do now was let out desperate roars before dying.
Ye Yang said nothing unnecessary. He dealt with these people swiftly and cleanly, defeating them with a single move before they could make a second.
With one simple move, he had wiped them all out. The so-called Seven Kill Formation was nothing special after all.
"Still not coming out? How long are you planning to wait? Do you want me to come find you? Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless."
A cold voice rang out. Only then did I realize that when dealing with people like this, one must not show the slightest restraint. Otherwise, one was only being cruel to oneself.
"Enough nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight. Stop hesitating."
Ye Yang knew that no matter who his opponent was or what they wanted, all he needed was one word: fight. All he needed was one word: strike.
"Brat, don't get cocky! Do you think no one can deal with you? Do you think you're invincible under heaven?"
Before his voice had even faded, a black shadow shot out from the darkness. He held a long sword, its tip lightly tapping the ground and sending dust billowing into the air.
"Heh-heh, you finally showed yourself. I thought you wouldn't come out. I thought you were going to keep hiding like a turtle in its shell. I never expected you to finally appear."
A Black-Clad Man appeared. He wore a specially crafted mask that shrouded his entire body in mystery, making his features impossible to see clearly.
At that moment, his expression was cold and stern, and his eyes revealed an unshakable resolve.
"I've waited so long for you to appear at last. I thought you weren't coming out. Since you're here, what are we waiting for?"
A faint smile curved Ye Yang's lips. His body remained still, yet subtle waves of Primordial Qi rippled around him, as though he were ready at any moment to face this sudden battle.
"Brat, you're all talk. You'll only know after trying. Do you think you've already got me in the bag? Weren't you just demanding that I show myself? Here I am, right in front of you. What can you do to me?"
His opponent was no pushover either. At least in terms of bearing, he did not lose to Ye Yang in the slightest, nor would he let Ye Yang look down on him. He understood that this was only the beginning. How could he allow his momentum to falter?
"As you wish." Ye Yang whispered. His body suddenly accelerated, transforming into an afterimage as he intertwined with the black shadow.
"Good brat, you really have guts. Since that's the case, bring it on."
"Who's afraid of whom? Do you think I was scared into growing up? Do you think you've frightened me?"
Sword light flashed, and the crisp clang of metal rang out as the two engaged in a contest of speed and strength within the narrow space.
"Enough nonsense. Who's more skilled with this move? We'll know once we try."
As the sword shadows crossed, the air itself seemed to be torn apart. Every clash stirred rings of visible Primordial Qi ripples.
In the blink of an eye, this place had become a special battlefield, and a fierce battle was underway. Both men brought out every ounce of their strength, because each knew this was a test for them.
The two turned into afterimages and became locked in a stalemate. Beneath his mask, the young man revealed a confident expression. He had thought Ye Yang was nothing but a good-for-nothing, yet their first exchange had already made him feel how troublesome his opponent was.
Wait, what's going on? Could he have encountered some fortuitous opportunity? Does he have some other means up his sleeve?
Qin Hao had not wanted to act personally, but his subordinates were simply too useless. They could not even deal with a tiny good-for-nothing, leaving him no choice but to enter the fray himself.
He had assumed that he could resolve the problem quickly after taking the field personally. Only now did he realize that he had thought too simply.
Every move, every stance, every sword strike carried tremendous might, giving him the feeling that he could hardly withstand them.
Neither man wasted the slightest word or showed the slightest hesitation. They collided again, and the impact erupted with a world-shaking boom.
As time passed, the stalemate grew more intense, and so did the unease in his heart. He believed that if this continued, the situation would be very bad for him.
"With only this much strength and so few tricks, you still think you can defeat me?" Ye Yang understood clearly that once he gained the absolute upper hand, he had to suppress his opponent and give him no chance to escape.
If he let Qin Hao escape, if he allowed him to launch a counterattack, then Ye Yang would be walking on thin ice. He could not, and would not, allow such a thing to happen.
With a boom, the two collided once more. One remained completely unmoved, while the other retreated more than ten steps, leaving a long trail before finally coming to a stop.
"Sure enough, I still underestimated him." Qin Hao was secretly shocked. He had thought Ye Yang was merely an ordinary person, merely a good-for-nothing, but the result had far exceeded his expectations.
"When fighting me, you'd better take it seriously. Do you still have the attention to spare for something else?"
Ye Yang's figure shifted left and right like a ghost. Every tremble of his sword tip carried a sharp, whistling sound as it cut through the air.
"Brat, enough nonsense. I admit you have some strength and ability, but don't slither around like a mudfish. If you have the guts, face me head-on."
Qin Hao was unusually anxious at that moment. He had never expected to fall into his opponent's trap. Before he knew it, he had already taken the bait, though he himself remained unaware.
"A good opportunity. If I don't strike now, when will I?"
During another fierce clash, Ye Yang suddenly shifted to the side. His sword light surged like a dragon, drawing a dazzling arc through the air as it struck straight at Qin Hao's vital point.
"Good brat, you really do have some tricks. It seems I'll have to start taking you seriously."
Qin Hao hurriedly swung his sword to block, but the tremendous force shook his arm numb and made him stagger several steps.
Once might have been an accident, but twice or three times was proof of genuine strength. Only then did he finally react, understanding what it meant.
"Is this your strength? Are these your methods? You really have surprised me."
He raised his head and looked over. Ye Yang's eyes glittered with determination and indomitability, like an awakened beast gathering strength and preparing to deliver the enemy a fatal blow.
"What else can I say? It seems I'll have to use that move. But if I do, my chances will be much fewer. What if he seizes the opportunity to counterattack?"
Each man harbored his own thoughts. After another collision, they separated and entered a brief stalemate.
"What's wrong? Can't you attack anymore? Don't you have any more tricks? Since that's the case, it's my turn to counterattack."
Ye Yang's entire presence surged like a rainbow, because he knew the moment for his counterattack had arrived.
The surrounding air seethed from their fierce battle, while sword light and Primordial Qi intertwined into a dazzling tapestry.
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