Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering

The arena fell utterly silent.

A breeze passed between the two sides of the platform, stirring Ye An's hem and Song Qinglin's hair, but it could not stir the stagnant air between them.

Fu Chongshan descended from the side of the platform and landed steadily between them.

His gaze rested on each of them for a moment. He wasted no words.

"Today's match ends when one side yields. If either of you admits defeat, the other must not pursue."

"Any objections?"

Song Qinglin kept his eyes fixed on Ye An. "None."

Fu Chongshan turned to Ye An. "And you?"

"None."

Fu Chongshan nodded solemnly and said nothing more.

He pushed off with one foot. The instant he left the platform, the silence between Ye An and Song Qinglin shattered.

True Essence surged from Song Qinglin's Dantian. Azure currents formed visibly around him, sending the dead twigs and fallen leaves scattered across the ground rolling to either side.

His voice carried like the wind into every ear.

"I don't know where you get your confidence," Song Qinglin said calmly.

"Ye An, thank you for killing that old dog Song Yuanshan. But I won't give you a single chance in this match. As Azure Dragon Hall's Chief Disciple, I will never give up the resources I fought to obtain!"

"Azure Dragon Hall will not lose!"

No sooner had Song Qinglin finished than the Azure Dragon Hall disciples erupted in a chorus of cheers. Their voices surged like a tide and echoed all around.

Ye An made no fierce declaration. He simply said, calm and forthright,

"Please repay everything that came of your last challenge to Black Tortoise Hall."

As he spoke, Ye An slowly raised both palms, facing them forward in the opening stance of the Black Tortoise Mountain-Suppressing Palm, while circulating