Martial Arts Competition Continues, The Pinnacle of Body Cultivation-Jiang Yan

On the Floating Island, Qin Wangchuan looked at Ye Jianwei beside him.

At this moment, she was staring blankly in the direction where Tongtian Wanyue had left, lost in thought.

"What, are you having second thoughts?"

Ye Jianwei shook her head. "It just reminded me of the past."

"I'm luckier than her; I met the Young Master."

Qin Wangchuan chuckled upon hearing this, "This is hardly lucky; you've suffered quite a bit in the Qin Clan."

"No." Ye Jianwei raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the blindfold, her voice soft as a murmur yet clear as each word, "Meeting Young Master is the greatest fortune of my life."

Qin Wangchuan nodded without responding, and instead turned his gaze back to the arena below.

It was Jiang Yan's turn, and his opponent was a Body Cultivator.

As soon as Jiang Yan stepped onto the arena, he felt a heavy sense of pressure.

Sun Yu, standing opposite him, slowly moved his neck, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

This Body Cultivator had left a deep impression on Jiang Yan in the previous competition—his punches were incredibly powerful and unmatched, and what was even more terrifying was his astonishing speed. He could often unleash several punches in the blink of an eye, leaving his opponents no time to react.

"Jiang Yan, right?" Sun Yu grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "I watched your last match carefully."

He suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes sharp as knives. "Everyone says you're capable, but I can see it..."

"There was something fishy about that match." He stepped forward, causing the ring to tremble slightly. "Your opponent was simply putting on an act!"

Sun Yu's body began to gather pale golden Gang Qi, his voice carrying undisguised contempt:

"The people I despise most in my life are the weak, especially the weak like you who need to fix matches to win!"

He had hoped to provoke Jiang Yan slightly.

Unexpectedly, this sudden accusation startled Jiang Yan slightly, and he then showed a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"Can't understand."

Now, it was Sun Yu was speechless.

"Start!"

The moment the referee gave the order, Jiang Yan dared not be careless.

A burst of Lei Gang erupted from his body— the Wanjie Thunder Furnace, First Gear, activate!

Crimson lightning coiled around Jiang Yan's body like an angry dragon, and his muscles rapidly expanded amidst the Lightning Light.

Just as the power was about to break through the critical point--

"Call!"

A Gale Wind rushed towards Jiang Yan, and in the blink of an eye, his vision was completely filled by a huge fist!

The fist was as big as a clay pot, and its knuckles were covered with pale blue Gang Qi. Wherever it passed, even the air distorted and trembled.

That's too fast!

There was absolutely no time to react!

Jiang Yan's mind was still focused on activating the cultivation technique, but his body had already instinctively sensed a deadly threat.

There's no escaping it!

That's going to hurt a lot, right?

The thought exploded in my mind like a thunderclap.

A wave of despair washed over Jiang Yan: It's all over. My life, my future, my Eldest Brother's expectations, my father's waiting, my senior sister's tenderness—they...

Before the brain could react, the body had already started moving.

Jiang Yan effortlessly deflected the opponent's attack with his left hand, and countered with his right fist, easily neutralizing the thunderous blow!

They're fine! I'm fine too!

Sun Yu was so shocked by the punch that he staggered back seven steps before barely managing to regain his footing. He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"Playing dumb to fool the enemy?"

Jiang Yan, on the other hand, stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at his fist.

"What... happened?"

After thinking for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"It's because I'm really strong, after all!"

Just as Jiang Yan was still rejoicing over his sudden burst of strength, several pairs of eyes below the stage had already locked onto him.

Feng Qingjue casually leaned against the corner of the spectator stands, crossed his legs, and lightly tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingertips.

It was just an ordinary chair, yet she made it look like a throne.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "He seems to be full of openings... in fact, he is full of openings, but... his ingrained fighting instincts make up for this very well."

"To strike late but arrive early, to act before the mind even thinks—this is clearly the highest level of Body Cultivator."

The group of Prodigy beside her exchanged glances upon hearing this, clearly seeing the recruiting intent in her eyes.

Sure enough, the next moment...

"He's an interesting person." Feng Qingjue his fingertip lightly. "Go and investigate his background."

Not far away, Gu Tianye stood with his hands behind his back, Golden Flames unconsciously swirling around him.

"Interesting." His eyes flashed with increasing fighting spirit. "To have reached the pinnacle of Body Cultivator at such a young age, he's a worthy opponent..."

The woman in blue whispered a warning, "Amano, this person is rather strange. Be careful if you encounter him."

"So what?" Gu Tianye laughed loudly, "No matter how it changes, I will break through it with my own strength!"

After saying that, he scanned the room intently with his gaze. "So many powerful figures, we've come to the right place."

"To fight against heroes from all over the world—that is the path I Gu Tianye, pursue!"

There were countless opinions, but only Qin Wangchuan knew the truth.

This kid has simply been beaten too much and acts without thinking.

On stage.

Just as Sun Yu was filled with doubt and uncertainty, Lightning Light erupted around Jiang Yan once more.

"I'm not weak, but my opponents aren't as strong as I imagined."

"I can win! I can win!"

This time, Jiang Yan took the initiative.

After the unexpected incident, his confidence skyrocketed.

His movements were as swift as lightning, his Fist Out Like a Dragon, each strike carrying a terrifying explosive force.

"Punch him hard!"

Sun Yu hurriedly raised his arms to block, but his expression changed drastically the moment they made contact.

The overwhelming power far exceeded his expectations, and his Protective Astral Energy shattered in less than a breath!

His own boxing technique, known for its speed, was now completely useless.

No matter where he attacked from, or how fast he moved, Jiang Yan could always easily block the attack.

Finally.

"Bang!"

Another superb straight punch landed squarely. Although Sun Yu raised his arm to block, he was still sent flying backward by the immense force, crashing directly out of the ring boundary.

The referee immediately announced loudly, "The winner is Jiang Yan!"

Amidst the uproar, Sun Yu scrambled to his feet, too embarrassed to even offer a polite remark, and hastily pushed his way through the crowd, covering his face as he fled.

They keep saying they hate the weak, but they themselves have been defeated so thoroughly. What a disgrace!

The Martial Arts Competition continued.

After half a month of competition, the final finally began.