"No, this man is simply too formidable, too powerful. I'm no match for him. If this continues, I won't gain anything from it. I'd better think of a way to leave first."
As the Number One Heaven's Chosen of the Central State, he actually couldn't defeat even a cripple. If word got out, how could he ever hold his head up? How could he establish himself? No matter what, he had to flee this place first.
His eyes swept constantly across his surroundings. He had to find a way to resolve this trouble, only to discover that amid their clashes, he had already been injured without realizing it.
His qi and blood churned within him. Recovering from his injuries quickly was not that simple; he needed a little time. But his opponent would never give him time to recuperate.
In an instant, his opponent had used a special method to deal him a tremendous blow, making him understand the gap between them—a difference as vast as the clouds and mud.
"Brat, don't let me run into you again. You won't be so lucky next time. We'll meet again someday. Farewell for now."
With that, he flashed away, darting toward the depths of the dense forest like a ghost. His robes fluttered, stirring waves of breeze and sending fallen leaves whirling through the air.
He muttered under his breath, "Brat, I'll admit you're ruthless this time. I never expected you to surprise me so much, or to be so impossible to figure out." Before his voice had even faded, he had vanished into the lush forest, leaving behind only a fading afterimage and harsh words echoing through the air.
Moonlight filtered through the treetops and fell in mottled patches across the ground, as if even the light itself were drawing a final full stop beneath this sudden confrontation!
"Take care. I won't see you out. I was even preparing to fight you all, so how could you be this weak? How could you be so utterly lacking in sense? It's over just like that? Isn't that a little too outrageous?"
"Wait, you're leaving just like that? What do you mean? I haven't had enough fun yet. I haven't even shown my full strength. Are you scared?"
On that moonlit clearing, only the wind and the whispers of fallen leaves remained, recounting the heart-stopping scene that had just unfolded.
Looking at everything before him and at the exceptionally battered clearing, Ye Yang couldn't understand what the other man had been thinking. He couldn't even endure such a minor setback and had simply fled the scene.
"Hmph, you're lucky you left so quickly. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so lucky next time."
Ye Yang looked up at the time. The most crucial moment had arrived. Everyone knew exactly what this meant, but now they had no path of retreat left to choose.
Watching his opponent disappear into the darkness, Ye Yang neither stopped him nor did anything else. He understood that by tomorrow, everything would be clear.
"You think leaving will be that easy? Do you think I was scared into growing up? Look carefully—this is one of the pieces of evidence in my hand."
Ye Yang spread open his palm, and under these circumstances, a strip of torn cloth appeared in his hand.
Just now, he had used a special method to place a special mark on his opponent. Ordinary people would never discover it, unless they were peerless experts or supreme powerhouses!
"Forget it. Since this matter has been settled, there's nothing more to say about this trouble. I should get some proper rest."
Ye Yang understood this very clearly. Nothing could be rushed; everything had to be done step by step, slowly and steadily. Otherwise, if one acted too hastily, one would ultimately be the one to suffer.
Though the blow just now had not merely injured his opponent, it had at least left him feeling extremely uncomfortable. He would need some time to recover.
A cold smile curled across Ye Yang's lips, and a frigid light shimmered in his eyes. It was like the brightest star in the night sky, yet carried an unignorable chill.
"One who commits many injustices will surely bring about his own ruin. This is only a first taste of my methods. You won't be so lucky next time."
He murmured softly, his fingers gently rubbing the strip of torn cloth, as if it were the key that would unlock the door to future victory.
"It's time to get some proper rest and prepare for tomorrow's challenge. I just wonder what kind of expression he'll have when he sees me tomorrow."
Ye Yang stared at the strip of torn cloth in his hand and fell into deep thought. This was no ordinary scrap of cloth; it had been made from special materials and might even have been a high-grade magical treasure.
Unfortunately, beneath his miraculous divine technique, it had been torn to pieces, becoming nothing more than a strip of tattered cloth.
Under the moonlight, his shadow stretched long, standing in stark contrast to the surrounding stillness. Every step he took was firm and powerful, like a legendary figure about to unleash a storm!
"Just you wait. The monk may run away, but the temple won't. You won't be so lucky next time. Don't let me run into you again, or I'll beat you every time we meet."
Ye Yang's gaze pierced through the dense forest, as if he could already see that man's defeat somewhere in the future. And he himself was walking, step by step, toward the dawn of victory.
"That was close. I never expected this probing attack to shock him so badly. I thought my brother had been lying to me, but now it seems my Little Brother really wasn't exaggerating. This man is incredibly powerful."
Qin Hao had just been planning to test him and prepare for tomorrow's battle. After all, the Heaven's Pride Arena was not so easy to enter; both sides needed to muster sufficient courage.
He had thought that personally taking action would allow him to resolve the trouble more quickly, or at least make his opponent retreat in the face of difficulty. But now it seemed that his opponent had not retreated—instead, he himself had fled in utter disgrace.
One wrong step led to mistake after mistake. The development of events often exceeded imagination, leaving him tormented and humiliated, with no idea how to resolve the situation.
Qin Hao drew a deep breath. Beneath the night sky, his face appeared resolute and decisive. He suddenly swept out a sleeve, silencing the surrounding voices that were itching to discuss the matter. An unquestionable light flashed in his eyes.
"Enough. Stop talking. This matter is settled. No one is to discuss it further!"
His voice echoed across the empty camp like a boulder thrown into a lake, sending layers of ripples across the surface before everything returned to calm.
The torches all around flickered, stretching his shadow long across the tents. It looked like a series of vivid silhouettes, bearing witness to the solemnity of this moment.
Qin Hao turned and strode toward his tent. Every step radiated an authority that brooked no challenge, leaving his companions staring at one another in silence beneath the night sky.
"What's wrong with the Young Sect Master? Just a moment ago, he suddenly became like this. Did something happen?"
Someone immediately noticed the anomaly and quickly realized that something was wrong. They didn't understand what had happened, only that the other man was furious and his expression was extremely ugly. What exactly had occurred just now?
Time passed bit by bit. Everyone understood that under these circumstances, resolving the matter would not be simple. They had to proceed step by step to achieve their goal.
"That's enough, everyone. As long as you know what's going on in your hearts, that's all that matters. There's no need to worry too much about anything else. Worrying won't help. Understand?"
One of them stepped forward. He was a squad leader. It would not be appropriate for him to question the Young Sect Master about his current behavior, but he understood that an important moment was about to arrive the next day.
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