The Wei Clan training grounds.
On the arena platform, Wei Yi and the other three faced off.
Below the platform, countless people watched.
Not only were Wei Tianyang, the three elders, and many other senior figures present, but so were a great many ordinary clan members.
In everyone's eyes, this was the selection contest for the Wei Clan Young Master.
But no one had expected the first match to pit Wei Yi against Wei Wu and the other two.
This clearly went far beyond everyone's expectations.
"First Elder, just what is that Wei Yi up to?" the Second Elder could not help asking quietly.
"I don't know what he's up to, but this boy's scheming and methods are far from simple. With just a few words, he seized the initiative. Even I have to admit my eloquence falls short of his," the First Elder said, his expression inscrutable.
"Hmph, what use are schemes and cunning? Without strength, it's all in vain. He's merely sewing someone else's wedding dress. I'm only afraid that when he's knocked off the platform after a few exchanges, the clan head will lose face," the Third Elder sneered, his face full of mockery.
For a moment, all three could not help looking toward Wei Tianyang.
Yet they found Wei Tianyang looking composed and calm, without the slightest visible concern.
The three exchanged glances, unable to understand the reason for the moment.
Naturally, they had also heard the news that Wei Yi had become able to cultivate at the True Martial Academy. But in their view, even if he could cultivate, how long had he been at it? And without the Lineage's support, at the very most, he could only have just broken through to the Martial Master Realm. He could not possibly compare to Wei Wu and the other two, whom the Lineage had spared no effort to nurture.
They were not the only ones who thought this way. Wei Wu and the other two thought the same.
Thus, the three had no intention of joining forces against Wei Yi-not because they felt embarrassed, but because they saw no need.
"Wei Yuan, you can handle him alone, right? We'll back you up," Wei Hong said, looking at Wei Yuan.
"Exactly. Against Wei Yi, there's no need for us to gang up on him," Wei Wu said as well, glancing at Wei Yi.
Wei Yuan swept a cold glance over the two and nodded.
"Neither of you needs to act. Against him, I can end the fight in two or three exchanges."
"The position of Wei Clan Young Master will definitely be mine. Neither of you can take it from me."
Hearing this, Wei Wu and Wei Hong both frowned slightly.
Wei Yuan ignored them and walked straight toward Wei Yi.
He brought his cultivation as a tenth-stage Martial Master into motion, his internal Qi surging. His talent was considerable, and with the Wei Clan's vigorous nurturing, he was now only a step away from the Great Martial Master realm.
"Admit defeat yourself, or don't blame me for showing no mercy."
"This is your last chance."
Looking at Wei Yi, Wei Yuan spoke coldly.
"Heh, heh..."
Wei Yi answered him with those two syllables.
Their meaning went without saying.
Wei Yuan's expression darkened. You don't know what's good for you!
Without another word, he struck immediately. His figure darted in front of Wei Yi in an instant, and his right palm slapped through the air, conjuring a string of palm shadows that flickered between real and illusory, enveloping every part of Wei Yi's body. One glance was enough to tell that the martial skill he used was no ordinary one.
"Yuan'er's Phantom Palm has already reached minor accomplishment. Coupled with his cultivation as a tenth-stage Martial Master, that brat Wei Yi will probably lose in a single exchange."
The Third Elder had complete confidence in Wei Yuan.
But the next scene made his eyes widen.
Every one of Wei Yuan's supposedly certain martial skill attacks missed.
At some unknown point, Wei Yi had left his original position and appeared behind Wei Yuan instead.
Reaching out with his right hand, he hauled Wei Yuan up. Then, under Wei Yuan's incredulous gaze, he unceremoniously threw him off the platform.
"..."
Countless people stared wide-eyed.
Such an outcome was completely beyond everyone's expectations.
Wei Yuan had actually lost...
And he had been thrown straight off the platform by Wei Yi. He had not merely lost, but lost cleanly and utterly, without even a chance to fight back.
Without a doubt, Wei Yuan had paid the price for his contempt and carelessness.
"Your turn."
"I hope you're not as useless as him. Otherwise, this will be far too boring."
Wei Yi grinned at Wei Wu and Wei Hong.
"Wei Yi, don't get too arrogant."
"Together!"
Wei Wu and Wei Hong were no fools, after all. Seeing this, they had already realized that not only was Wei Yi no good-for-nothing, he had been playing the pig to eat the tiger all along. His strength was terrifying.
Whether in movement speed or strength, he far surpassed Wei Yuan. Otherwise, he could not have hauled Wei Yuan up and thrown him off the platform in one go.
With an angry shout, Wei Wu and Wei Hong attacked simultaneously.
The two truly lived up to being talents carefully nurtured by the Wei Clan. Whatever their innate talent and aptitude, their combat prowess was indeed considerable. At least among Martial Masters, the two could already be considered elites.
But... Wei Yi had just killed more than twenty such elites.
Thus, Wei Wu and Wei Hong had no way to threaten Wei Yi at all.
Using his Blackwater Movement Technique at major accomplishment, Wei Yi darted ceaselessly around the platform. Wei Wu and Wei Hong could do nothing to him and were instead toyed with again and again.
"Wei Yi, do you dare fight me head-on?"
Wei Wu roared in humiliated anger.
"Heh, then I'll grant your wish."
Wei Yi chuckled, abruptly clenched his fist, and struck. Although the Azure Ape Fist Art was ordinary, bolstered by the Purple Cloud Art's powerful internal Qi, it still packed considerable force.
Wei Wu resisted in a panic, only to be sent stumbling backward repeatedly by a single punch from Wei Yi. Although the martial skill he used was of a higher grade, his mastery of it fell far short of Wei Yi's mastery of the Azure Ape Fist Art.
After dealing with Wei Wu, Wei Yi turned toward Wei Hong.
His figure flashed, evading Wei Hong's sneak attack. Unleashing the Heart-Crushing Palm, he slipped behind Wei Hong like an elusive ghost and struck his back, knocking him straight off the platform with a single palm strike.
A swelling pain filled Wei Hong's chest. Even though Wei Yi had held back, the terrifying force of the Heart-Crushing Palm still left him trembling with fear.
Wei Wu was suddenly the only opponent left on the platform.
Wei Yi walked toward him.
Wei Wu retreated again and again in utter disarray.
"Admit defeat yourself," Wei Yi commanded.
"I..."
Unwillingness surfaced in Wei Wu's eyes. But feeling the increasingly powerful presence emanating from Wei Yi, with a terrifying force faintly surging within it, he was filled with alarm. In the end, he lowered his head. "I admit defeat."
At those words, the entire square fell eerily silent.
No one spoke. No one opened their mouth. All stared blankly at the young figure on the platform.
The former good-for-nothing, the object of everyone's contempt, had now suddenly become a gifted powerhouse beyond their reach.
Truthfully, the vast majority found it somewhat hard to accept.
The contrast was simply too great.
Wei Qing in particular, who had been slapped by Wei Yi earlier and had still been thinking of revenge, was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror.
"Hahaha..."
Just then, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out. Everyone turned to look, only to find that it was the clan head, Wei Tianyang, laughing.
His figure flashed, and he appeared on the platform in an instant.
Looking at Wei Yi, he no longer wore his earlier calm tinged with worry, nor did he need to conceal his feelings anymore. He laughed heartily and patted Wei Yi's shoulder. "Well done! You didn't disgrace your old man."
"Of course."
Wei Yi could not help laughing as well.
Father and son looked at each other and laughed.
"First Elder, do any of you still object to Wei Yi assuming the position of Wei Clan Young Master?"
Wei Tianyang turned around, looked at the First Elder and the others, and asked bluntly.
The First Elder and the others exchanged glances, then looked at the utterly dispirited Wei Wu and his two companions. Helplessly, they cupped their hands and said,
"We have no objections. Everything shall be as the clan head commands."