"Hahaha, Qian Tonghe, you're no match for me. Hurry up and admit defeat, or the Qinggang Sword in my hand won't show you any mercy!"
Wei Yi grew more confident as he fought, constantly provoking Qian Tonghe with his words.
Seeing that Wei Yi actually still had the strength to talk, Qian Tonghe felt utterly aggrieved, humiliated, and furious.
If he couldn't even defeat a student like Wei Yi, would he have the face to keep teaching at True Martial Academy?
He immediately intensified his attacks, speaking through gritted teeth.
"Wei Yi, don't be so arrogant and conceited. If you want to beat me, go back and cultivate for another few years."
"I'm a ninth-stage Martial Master. No matter what, my internal Qi is deeper than yours. You're only a first-stage Martial Master. How much longer can you hold on?"
"I'd like to see which of us has the last laugh..."
For an instructor like Qian Tonghe to have to rely on his deeper cultivation to drag out a fight and defeat his own student was indeed rather disgraceful. Many instructors couldn't help frowning and shaking their heads at his words.
In truth, Qian Tonghe had no other choice. He had mastered only a handful of martial techniques, and Wind Shadow Palm was the strongest among them.
But even Wind Shadow Palm couldn't do anything to Wei Yi. Wei Yi's Storm Sword Technique could attack and defend, and with the Blackwater Movement Technique, a Mortal Grade, Supreme Rank movement technique, at his disposal as well, Qian Tonghe simply couldn't hurt him. Other than a battle of attrition, he truly had no options.
But his inability to win didn't mean Wei Yi had no way to win either.
"The last laugh? Qian Tonghe, you think far too highly of yourself."
"Within three moves, you will lose!"
Although the Storm Sword Technique could block Qian Tonghe's Wind Shadow Palm, it wasn't a defensive sword technique, but an offensive one.
In Wei Yi's mind, offense was the best defense.
"First move!"
As he spoke, Wei Yi immediately unleashed a finishing move from the Storm Sword Technique.
His sword thrust out like a comet hurtling toward its target.
Sword light flashed, and terrifying internal Qi erupted with a boom, colliding with Qian Tonghe's Wind Shadow Palm. Not only did it break through Wind Shadow Palm, it even drove Qian Tonghe back several steps.
Unable to bear his humiliation and rage, Qian Tonghe gritted his teeth and unleashed all the internal Qi remaining in his body, driving Wind Shadow Palm to its limit. Instantly, wind and thunder rumbled, and countless pitch-black palm shadows appeared together, sweeping toward Wei Yi with the force to topple mountains and overturn seas.
"Second move!"
A sharp gleam flashed in Wei Yi's eyes. Faced with a ninth-stage Martial Master's finishing move unleashed at full power, he didn't dare take it lightly. He immediately drove the Storm Sword Technique to its limit as well, frantically rousing the power of his bloodline. The Qinggang Sword swung again and again, instantly conjuring countless sword shadows that whistled forth. The sight truly resembled a raging storm.
Palm shadows!
Sword shadows!
They tore into one another as the two great martial techniques clashed furiously, both reaching their respective peaks.
Yet at that moment, a hint of a sly smile appeared in Wei Yi's eyes.
He instantly activated the Blackwater Movement Technique. He had been holding back all along, but now he unleashed it at its greatest speed. His entire body resembled a stream of black water as he slipped past those raging palm shadows in the blink of an eye, appearing before Qian Tonghe like a ghost. The Qinggang Sword in his hand became a swift shadow as it thrust out.
Terror appeared in Qian Tonghe's eyes, and his expression changed drastically.
He immediately scrambled backward without hesitation.
"Get lost..."
Qian Tonghe was, after all, a Martial Master-level expert, and he threw a punch almost by reflex.
"Hahaha, third move!"
But the Qinggang Sword in Wei Yi's hand instantly wound forward in a thrust, slipping around his arm like a long snake. Then its tip turned and pressed directly against his throat...
Time stopped!
Everything froze in an instant.
Qian Tonghe's eyes widened.
The countless onlookers' eyes widened too.
No one had expected the battle to end so smoothly. Wei Yi had said three moves, and it really had taken only three moves.
Wei Yi said calmly, "You lost!"
As his words fell, he poured the last wisp of internal Qi in his body into the treasured sword. The blade shuddered, turning from a thrust into a slap, and struck Qian Tonghe hard across the chest, knocking him straight off the platform. He tumbled down in utter disgrace.
Wei Yi had won!
Qian Tonghe had lost!
At that moment, the entire academy, previously filled with noisy discussion, suddenly fell silent. One could have heard a pin drop. Of the thousand-plus students and instructors, no one opened their mouth, and no one spoke. They all stared blankly at the scene.
They looked at Wei Yi standing on the platform.
They also looked at Qian Tonghe, who had fallen below the platform and lay collapsed on the ground with a dazed expression.
Every gaze held a complexity beyond words.
"How is that possible!"
"Wei Yi... how did he suddenly become so strong?"
While everyone was shocked, quite a few also couldn't help feeling frightened-Sun Wenyuan, for instance, and Wang Zitao, and those students from Class Eight...
To one degree or another, they had all bullied and mocked Wei Yi when he was down on his luck.
Back then, they had all believed that Wei Yi's severed meridians left him unable to cultivate, that he would never recover from his fall and could only remain trash forever. Naturally, they hadn't taken him seriously.
They had never expected Wei Yi to rise against the odds again despite being trash, much less suddenly display such astonishing talent and strength. Even Instructor Qian Tonghe couldn't handle him. If Wei Yi held a grudge and took revenge, what were they supposed to do...
No, I have to go to the north campus right away and tell my big brother.
Sun Wenyuan immediately gritted his teeth and raced toward the north campus.
He didn't dare remain on this campus either. With Wei Yi's current strength, he doubted he could withstand even a single move. He didn't even dare face Wei Yi as he was now...
"How is that possible? That trash Wei Yi actually defeated Instructor Qian."
"If my sister finds out..."
Zhang Xueqian's younger sister, Zhang Xuelian, had also turned deathly pale.
After thinking for a moment, she too immediately ran toward the campus where her sister was, just as Sun Wenyuan had.
Of course, they weren't the only two to react.
Many people connected to Wei Yi reacted in turn.
News of Wei Yi's resurgence and his defeat of Qian Tonghe soon swept through the entire True Martial Academy like a gust of wind.
The academy's senior leadership soon received the news as well.
Wei Yi had clearly resolved the problem of his severed meridians. Not only could he cultivate, his cultivation talent had reached an extremely high level, and he had even awakened his bloodline power.
Naturally, they couldn't possibly expel and drive away a genius like him anymore. Instead, they had to do everything they could to keep him.
The first to arrive was Zhu Yuanhe, one of the academy's vice deans and Zhu Ling'er's eldest paternal uncle.
"Student Wei Yi, the academy will clear up those inaccurate rumors as soon as possible."
"You needn't worry. Focus on studying and cultivating at the academy. Not only will the academy not expel an exceptionally talented student like you, it will also grant you many special privileges."
Zhu Yuanhe offered these assurances as soon as he arrived.
As a vice dean, he indeed had the authority to do so.
"Of course, if you have any other requests, you may bring them up as well. The academy will do its best to accommodate them."
The academy's treatment of cultivation trash and cultivation geniuses was clearly different.
But that was human nature, and Wei Yi didn't mind too much.
"Thank you, Dean Zhu. I have no other requests. Just help me transfer to another class."
Wei Yi spoke.
After everything that had happened, he naturally wouldn't remain in Class Eight.
"Come to our Class Three."
Before Zhu Yuanhe could speak, Zhu Ling'er immediately spoke up from beside him.
For a moment, Wei Yi and Zhu Yuanhe both turned to look at her.
Zhu Ling'er's pretty face immediately flushed, and she said shyly, "Um, I was just saying..."
Zhu Yuanhe looked at Wei Yi, then at his niece, and couldn't help smiling. "No problem. Instructor Hu of Class Three will certainly be willing to accept a genius student like Wei Yi."
With the vice dean personally making the arrangements, Instructor Hu would be willing even if he wasn't.
"Ding! Player Wei Yi has completed the quest [Remain at the academy]. Would you like to claim your reward?"
At the same time, a system notification sounded in Wei Yi's mind.