How Vast the Gap Between You and Me?

"It really was interesting."

The crowd was stunned, but Ye Xiu above them was smiling with great delight.

After spending so long on this, he had almost thought Ji Ye's youthful temper had made him want to thoroughly toy with Xia Pingyun—to kill the chicken and warn the monkeys, warning those people in Heyang City with improper intentions.

It seemed his disciple still did not have the slightest flaw.

"How could you possess such a physique? Impossible! This is impossible!"

Ji Ye's expression remained calm, while Xia Pingyun before him was nearly driven mad.

He had never imagined that after painstakingly dragging the battle into a close-range deathmatch, he would ultimately be kicked to death as casually as a stray dog.

Ji Ye's cultivation talent was so poor that he could not even handle condensing and gathering qi properly. How could he possibly have had the spare time to temper his body?

Yet the force carried in that punch just now—without meticulously tempering one's body day after day, how could one possess such deep foundations?

The people below were equally baffled. Countless thoughts arose in their minds as they tried to figure out exactly how Ji Ye had made his body so powerful.

But the battle atop the arena would not pause simply because they were confused.

Watching Xia Pingyun stand there in disarray with his gun in hand, Ji Ye leaped forward. More than ten meters vanished in an instant. Even without spiritual power, he could still display terrifying combat strength.

The howling wind rushed toward him, and Xia Pingyun finally snapped out of his shock. He clenched his teeth, did his best to cast aside distracting thoughts, and swept the gun-blade in his hand through the air in graceful arcs. Every move and stance carried the accumulated refinement