New Inner Disciple, Eighth Place

The sky filled with leg shadows—this was the greatest characteristic of the Gale Legs Combat Technique.

"This Gale Legs truly deserves to be called a High-Grade Yellow-Tier Combat Technique. One needs at least Spirit Martial Tier Six just to barely cultivate it, and at least the cultivation of the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm to support a display of any real power!"

For many people, Combat Techniques were things they could only gaze at from afar. Most would never hope to break through Spirit Martial Tier Three in their lives, and aside from low-grade Yellow-tier battle techniques that were no better than roadside wares, all of them required at least Spirit Martial Tier Four cultivation to use.

Otherwise, the Blood Soul Power within their bodies would be unable to sustain the expenditure, making them a laughingstock instead.

At this moment, Li Ye also revealed a serious, solemn expression.

"For Li Wei to maintain a place among the top ten Inner Disciples year after year, he is certainly no hollow name. He has even cultivated Gale Legs to the minor mastery stage. I cannot clash with him head-on!"

Li Ye had already observed several of Li Wei's battles earlier.

His battle with Li Xuan had actually been a rather unjust defeat. In terms of strength, the two had been nearly evenly matched, and Li Wei had even held a slight edge. Unfortunately, Li Xuan's Frost Fist was also a High-Grade Yellow-Tier Combat Technique, and it restrained Gale Legs in terms of attributes!

"Gale Legs excels in agility and speed. When it encounters a Combat Technique with slowing effects like Frost Fist, its effectiveness is greatly restricted."

With that thought, an idea immediately came to Li Ye.

"Frost Fist!"

He threw a punch, and the surrounding temperature immediately dropped several degrees. The icy aura seemed to drape the sky-full of leg shadows in a veil, instantly revealing Li Wei's figure within them.

"The same move—I will never lose to it a second time!"

With an angry roar, Li Wei had lost to this very move before. Seeing Li Ye use it against him now, he was immediately enraged.

"Break for me!"

After all, the gap in their realms lay there. The Blood Soul Power within Li Ye's body was insufficient to truly display the might of Frost Fist, and that faint freezing aura was instantly shattered.

Yet it had successfully averted the danger. Li Ye withdrew and retreated, causing nearly all of Li Wei's attacks to miss.

"Good!"

Beside the arena, Li Hou Nian could not help blurting it out. The gaze he cast upon Li Ye grew increasingly gentle.

As for Li Huangran and the others, their eyes flickered, threads of coldness radiating from their bodies.

After failing with one move, Li Wei put away some of his contempt. Looking at Li Ye, he said, "For a mere peak Spirit Martial Tier Four cultivator to reach this point, even if you lose later, you can still be proud!"

After saying that, Li Wei took a deep breath and swept his gaze over the crowd. The pride in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest, yet he said, "A few years ago, I heard your name mentioned. The greatest waste in the Li Family's history. But now it seems that everyone who said that back then was an idiot. With your talent, though you are inferior to me, you have still made quite a few people in the Lineage ashamed of themselves!"

Hearing these words that sounded almost like praise, Li Ye did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Li Wei was quite a proud man, but he also dared to speak and act openly. Those words had offended quite a few people in secret, since those who had driven Li Ye out of his home back then were all influential figures within the clan.

"What a pity. Such a genius must still fall beneath my feet!"

Arrogant! But which genius was not young and frivolous? Without arrogance, how could one achieve the supreme Martial Dao!

"Are you certain you have an absolute chance of defeating me?"

Li Ye had no choice but to interrupt his self-admiring speech. Although this man was far more pleasing to the eye than Li Xuan and his ilk, Li Ye did not wish to waste time here.

"Three moves are enough to defeat you!"

Li Wei held up three fingers, his face brimming with confidence. "I have to admit that you have some skill, reaching this point with peak Spirit Martial Tier Four cultivation. Unfortunately, I have already seen through your advantage. Your greatest reliance is your speed. Even ordinary experts at the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm might not surpass you in that regard. Unfortunately, you met me! Having cultivated Gale Legs, I am even faster than ordinary people at the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm! So you have no chance! Even if you have learned Frost Fist, you do not have enough Blood Soul Power to wield it!"

Hearing Li Wei's analysis, quite a few people nodded secretly. Even Li Huangran gave him an extra glance, clearly agreeing somewhat.

Indeed, the reason he had specifically named Li Wei to take action was precisely because of these considerations.

As for Li Hou Nian, his sword-like brows were tightly furrowed, and he was clearly hesitating over whether to intervene.

After hearing him out, Li Ye had to admit that his opponent was not as easy to deal with as an ordinary Inner Disciple. Just as Li Wei had said, Li Ye's greatest advantage was his speed, speed comparable to the peak seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm. Yet his weakness was also obvious: his realm was too low. He could not unleash much of Frost Fist's power, losing the advantage that restrained his opponent's Gale Legs.

"That was only the first move!"

Li Wei gave a cold smile. The next moment, he soared into the air and kicked out countless leg shadows in midair. They were fiercer than before and greater in number, truly like a gale that seemed ready to grind a person to pieces in an instant.

"Frost Fist!"

"Useless!"

The faint chill could not stop the storm-like assault at all, and it was shattered in an instant.

However, Li Ye also pushed the vampire's nimble speed to its utmost limit. Amid the gale, he was like a lone boat upon the sea. He looked as though he could capsize at any moment, yet he always drifted with the current within it.

"What Movement Technique has Li Ye cultivated? He actually possesses such outstanding speed. Li Wei's Gale Legs excels in speed and ferocity even among High-Grade Yellow-Tier Combat Techniques, yet it cannot do anything to him."

Seeing that figure that seemed about to be swallowed by the gale at any moment, many people broke into a cold sweat for him.

"Hmph, he can hide for a moment, but not for a lifetime! The greatest feature of Gale Legs is not that its kicks are like a gale, but its endless follow-up attacks! Like a storm, it will never stop unless the user is exhausted or the opponent is killed!"

Seeing Li Ye remain so resilient, Li Wei was somewhat surprised. But he was not worried. Under his frenzied attacks, even experts at the eighth level of the Spirit Martial Realm would be unable to break free in a short time, much less a brat at Spirit Martial Tier Four.

Sure enough, the sky-full of leg shadows seemed endless, directly forming a gale that sought to sweep Li Ye into it.

Li Ye also noticed this and gradually began to feel the pressure.

"Dragging this out is disadvantageous to me. During the daytime, most of a vampire's abilities are weakened. Unless night falls, I cannot change this situation in a short time!"

Li Ye once again deeply felt the trouble of having too low a realm. Though he was confident he could challenge opponents above his level, facing an opponent at the peak seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm who was using a High-Grade Yellow-Tier Combat Technique still left him feeling stretched thin.

"Frost Fist cannot produce much effect. In that case!"

Li Ye made his decision. At the same time, the pupils in his eyes slowly turned blood-red without anyone noticing. Those bewitching Blood Eyes were like pools of blood-colored nether springs, capable of seizing one's soul.

The next moment, Li Wei's movements slowed by dozens of times in Li Ye's sight. At the same time, the circulation of power within his body became clearly visible, including the flow of his entire Blood Soul Power.

The process seemed slow, but in truth it took less than a breath.

"Gale Legs!"

But then Li Ye gave a low shout. He too leapt into the air and instantly kicked out dozens of leg shadows!

"How is that possible?!"

This immediately threw the crowd into an uproar! Li Huangran's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly rose to his feet on instinct. At the same time, a tangible killing intent flashed swiftly across his body, bone-piercingly cold!

"Gale Legs!"

"Gale Legs!"

The two shouted almost at the same time, and then identical moves collided in midair!

Unfortunately, Li Ye was merely copying the gourd by drawing the dipper, forcing the move out. He was a notch weaker, and dozens of leg shadows were destroyed. But at the critical moment, the power in his body suddenly changed, and an icy aura erupted in an instant.

"Frost Fist!"

That rapid shift between moves greatly shocked Li Wei. His chest was struck directly. Though Li Ye's strength was insufficient in his haste, the punch still blasted him backward.

Before he could recover, a blood-colored gleam flashed through Li Ye's scarlet pupils without anyone noticing. In an instant, a wave of soul-force rippled into Li Wei's mind.

"Kneel!"

The attack came from the soul itself. The mental illusion attack of Blood Eyes was impossible to guard against, especially when facing an enemy with no defenses and whose soul had just been shaken.

Thud! No one noticed anything at all. They only saw Li Wei's expression suddenly change, as though he were struggling. Yet a trace of confusion flashed through his eyes, his legs trembled slightly, and his footing gave way. His body immediately lost balance.

How could Li Ye waste such a rare opportunity? He rushed forward and punched his opponent directly in the face, sending him flying off the arena with a single blow.

Silence, utter silence.

Everyone looked at Li Wei, who had fallen from the arena and fainted. This was a man who had once stood high above them, a powerful expert ranked among the top ten Inner Disciples.

Then they looked at the youth standing proudly upon the arena, blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Li Ye actually won!"

Quite a few Outer Disciples rubbed their eyes, unable to believe it. Even many Inner Disciples wore ugly expressions, and when they looked at Li Ye, there was actually a trace of fear in their eyes.

"Is the Third Elder satisfied with this battle? Li Ye seeks an answer here!"

He raised his head toward the viewing platform. Li Huangran's face was now livid, and he was clearly struggling to suppress his fury and killing intent. Faced with Li Ye's loud challenge, Li Huangran, the Third Elder of the Lineage, fell silent for a moment before finally speaking through gritted teeth.

"Li Ye! I did not expect to misjudge you. Not only did you secretly learn Frost Fist, you even secretly learned Gale Legs! What crime do you deserve for that?"

An uproar swept through the crowd. Everyone stared at Li Huangran, this lofty elder, with incredulous eyes.

Even the smile on Xiao Qing's face turned cold. Such a black-and-white reversal, such calling a deer a horse—he had never seen anything like it!

Before the eyes of the entire crowd, Li Huangran still stubbornly clung to the accusation that Li Ye had secretly learned Combat Techniques!

"Men! Seize him! If he resists, execute him on the spot!" Li Huangran had absolutely gone mad. At a time like this, he was actually determined to press ahead alone!

Li Ye had also miscalculated. He had not expected Li Huangran to become so utterly heartless and insane just to deal with him! Just as they were about to make their move, someone let out a thunderous roar!

"Who dares lay a hand on him? I'll kill him first!"