"Huff—"
Ye Li's dark eyes burned brightly as true qi circulated through his body, gradually taking on a chilling effect.
To be safe, even though he was moving at tremendous speed, he kept his aura perfectly concealed.
Ye Li knew this very well.
His cultivation was meant to beat the living daylights out of the people across from him, not to scare them off the moment they saw it.
That said, when they saw that he had come alone, they would probably be delighted.
Because in Ye Li's perception, there were well over a hundred faint auras within the Training Ground, all at the level of First-Tier Martial Artists.
Before such a lineup, the combat strength of a Second-Tier Martial Artist clearly would not be enough to turn the tide.
Clearly, this was a trap Qingshan First High School had laid for them, most likely intending to weaken Linhai First High School's forces as much as possible before the battle.
"..."
But Ye Li did not care in the slightest.
In truth, he did not know who the mastermind was, nor did he know Qingshan First High School's stance on this matter.
He only knew that he was about to unleash a massacre.
It was not because the enormous gains had gone to his head.
Quite the opposite—Ye Li's thoughts were exceptionally clear at this moment.
He was unfamiliar with Qingshan First High School, and he did not have Wang Yongfeng's phone number.
If he went to seek help from those reinforcements, it would inevitably waste time.
In that case, even if he managed to rescue Jiang Qingzhu and the others later, it would be meaningless, because the other side's objective would already have been achieved.
Therefore, if he wanted to provide real help, he had to make the other side suffer losses they could not bear as well!
They must have already investigated the combat strength of Linhai First High School and the others beforehand.
Since they had dared to set this trap, they naturally had the confidence to swallow them all in one bite.
And he was the variable in all this.
He had originally been troubled by his dwindling Malice Points, but now it seemed there was no need to worry...
Ye Li's heart grew faintly heated, but he quickly calmed down again.
The gale howled past his ears, making his ink-black clothes snap violently in the wind.
With the Riding the Wind Dragon Classic attained to perfection, his slender figure seemed to ride the raging wind as he surged toward the entrance of the Training Ground!
Boom—!
The tightly shut, heavy wooden doors exploded apart, and a figure wrapped in fierce wind pressure crashed inside, landing in the center of the grounds.
Startled gazes fell upon the newcomer one after another.
Such a grand entrance had clearly given everyone present quite a fright.
Even Jiang Qingzhu, who had just blasted her opponent away from the Combat Stage, raised her head with spear in hand and looked over.
She saw only the gale disperse, revealing a handsome black-clad youth.
"Big Brother!!"
After seeing the newcomer's face clearly, Liu Yangde, standing beneath the Combat Stage, was overjoyed at once. "Oh my god! You actually came!!"
Even an idiot would have realized something was wrong after seeing Jiang Qingzhu gradually struggle.
Liu Yangde was no exception.
Once he sensed that things were not quite right, he had wanted to find a chance to slip away and call for reinforcements, but the hundred or so people from Qingshan First High School had blocked him beneath the stage the entire time.
Even his lackeys were no exception—they were all watched like hawks.
This had Liu Yangde worried sick.
Who would have thought that just when he was at his wits' end, that deity who had once beaten him like a dog would actually come to save the day!
Liu Yangde had never imagined that the figure who had once seemed terrifying beyond measure would now shine as brightly as a savior!
Big Brother?
Upon hearing this, Chen Deng in the spectator seats froze for a moment before his expression gradually turned grave. "Is that Ye Li? He came so quickly..."
He had not expected the people assigned to keep watch to fail to send a warning in time.
That was rather strange. Had they accidentally fallen asleep?
Still, fortunately, there were no other figures behind him. It seemed he had come alone...
Thinking of this, Chen Deng relaxed and openly revealed the amusement in his voice.
"Looks like he's a brainless hothead..."
He had probably heard that his companions were trapped and rushed over in a panic, completely failing to notice this was a trap—or the gap in strength between the two sides.
Heh. Let me teach you a lesson...
Chen Deng's lips curled slightly as he rose to his feet and smiled at the black-clad youth below the stage.
"Classmate, you came at just the right time. We're having a friendly spar. Are you interested?"
As he spoke, quite a few martial artists from Qingshan First High School quietly shifted their steps, subtly blocking the exits.
"..."
Taking in their little movements, Ye Li could not help but chuckle. "Sure. How do you want to spar?"
"Naturally, we'll go on stage for a one-on-one." Chen Deng smiled.
"One-on-one?"
Ye Li looked at the people gradually closing in around him and said teasingly, "Your Qingshan First High School's idea of a one-on-one is me fighting all of you by myself?"
"..."
Chen Deng frowned slightly on the stage. "What do you mean by that?"
"It means nothing. Don't misunderstand."
Ye Li swept his gaze around the area. True qi roared turbulently within him as he raised his eyes and smiled. "I'm saying that I like your style of one-on-one very much."
"You mean..." Chen Deng narrowed his eyes. "You're willing to accept the spar?"
"Of course." Ye Li smiled as though he were simply issuing a notice.
Whoosh!
The instant his words fell, rolling, ethereal white vapor began pouring from his body, and even his figure became semi-transparent!
"This is..."
This strange scene made Chen Deng's expression change slightly.
Judging from the aura emanating from him and his current stance, he did not look like a First-Tier Peak martial artist at all!
Something was wrong—so wrong that it was wrong twelve times over!
"Wait a moment..."
Just as Chen Deng opened his mouth, Ye Li's figure vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was already before the students of Qingshan First High School, with billowing white mist swirling around his body, like an immortal burning amid flames!
The white mist moved like nimble spirits, rapidly circling his body, making him appear extraordinarily mystical.
The instant everyone's pupils contracted, this "immortal" stepped forward and threw a mighty punch that blasted the air apart, smashing directly into the foremost person!
A dull, explosive sound instantly rang throughout the entire grounds!
As the ancients said, ten thousand gold could not buy a single resounding crack!
Crack—!
A bone-breaking sound so clear it made scalps go numb rang out abruptly. Ferocious force exploded through that person's body, sending him flying backward as blood sprayed wildly. He screamed as he knocked several others over, and they all smashed into the wall together!
Boom!
The entire sequence had been as swift as lightning. Only after flame-like white vapor flared around Ye Li's body did the others finally react, their eyes filled with terror as they instinctively retreated.
Chen Deng in the stands was dumbfounded as well.
He had never expected the other side to show such utter ruthlessness the moment he made a move!
That punch had directly gravely injured five or six First-Tier Martial Artists, stripping them of their ability to fight!
Moreover, with injuries of this severity, whether those people could even take the Martial Exam normally afterward was questionable!
Boom!
At that moment, another sound of concrete exploding thundered out.
Chen Deng instinctively looked down, only to see several more students from Qingshan First High School being sent flying by the black-clad youth, vomiting blood before passing out!
His originally calm heart finally began to tremble violently.
Ye Li looked up at that moment, and their eyes met. Those ink-black pupils were incomparably cold, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
This finally made Chen Deng unable to suppress the trembling in his heart any longer. He roared, "And you call this a friendly spar?!"
"Don't hit anyone else! Stop right now!"
As he shouted, he leaped up and flew down from the stage. A gleaming golden broadsword appeared in his hand as he viciously chopped toward Ye Li's head!
C-Grade Martial Arts Talent, Gathering Light Blade!
The other students from Qingshan First High School also snapped back to their senses. Humiliated and enraged, they let out a roar, drew their weapons, and surrounded the black-clad youth.
The instant Chen Deng's broadsword came down, Ye Li's illusory figure began moving at high speed, turning into an afterimage.
With both the Heavenly Dipper Void-Treading Technique and the Riding the Wind Dragon Classic attained to perfection, his speed had long surpassed martial artists of the same tier by a huge margin!
Not to mention Chen Deng, who was only at First-Tier Peak.
The blade strike that looked incomparably swift to others seemed as sluggish as slow motion in Ye Li's eyes.
He effortlessly dodged the blade light, grabbed Chen Deng by the face as he descended, then abruptly exerted force and slammed him viciously into the ground!
Boom!
Under the force of both impacts, Chen Deng's head smashed heavily into the earth!
He lost consciousness instantly.
His body stiffened and stretched perfectly straight. From afar, he looked like a chopstick stabbed into the ground.
At this sight,
Jiang Qingzhu's breathing quickened atop the Combat Stage, while Liu Yangde and the others had dry throats and bobbing Adam's apples.
The remaining students from Qingshan First High School stood rigid, staring in disbelief at the black-clad youth.
He actually took Brother Chen down in an instant...
Even the school's teachers could not defeat Brother Chen in one move. He was even more badass than the Guidance Teachers!
"Come on, then. Don't you like taking turns fighting people?"
Ye Li exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked down at the stunned crowd. An unmistakably mocking smile appeared on his handsome, fair face.
At the sight of it, every student from Qingshan First High School felt their hair stand on end, an icy sensation spreading from their hearts through their entire bodies, as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.
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