You Are Just a Piece of Trash

Tang Yao's voice was icy as she tightened her grip on the saber. Her posture shifted, and a surge of powerful Sword Qi rapidly brewed within her.

"Mount Tai Holds Up the Sun!" a student in the spectator stands recognized the move and shouted excitedly.

Whoosh!--

The next second, an astonishing Sword Intent overflowed from Tang Yao, and a fierce Gale Force whipped up around her!

This was the opening stance of the Third-Tier Precious Martial Skill—[Mount Tai Holds Up the Sun]!

Even within the secret archives of the Qingshan Sword Pavilion, it was considered a top-tier martial skill, and Tang Yao was now unleashing it.

Her intent was clear.

She wasn't going to drag this out any longer; she was going to strike Ye Li down with one sword.

The towering Eastern Peak is high, its beauty piercing the azure sky!

Boom!!

A beam of Sword Qi, brilliant as the sun itself, erupted from the saber in Tang Yao's hand. With the terrifying might of the sun moving eastward and Mount Tai toppling, it ferociously slashed down towards the figure below!

She had long since mastered [Mount Tai Holds Up the Sun] to the Great Accomplishment stage.

The first second was for gathering energy, the second for drawing her sword.

The destructive power contained within that brilliant Sword Qi was her trump card for fighting opponents of a higher level!

Years ago, a Second-Tier peak martial artist had been severely wounded by this very move.

Now, using it against an opponent whose Martial Arts Level was lower than hers, the outcome was already obvious.

The slender figure was instantly engulfed by the Sword Qi.

Immediately after, Boom!!--

A massive roar, accompanied by an astonishing gust of wind, caused the combat stage and the surrounding area to tremble slightly. Many were left with ringing ears from the sound and couldn't open their eyes against the strong wind!

The power of one sword, terrifying indeed!

Smoke and dust filled the combat stage.

"It's Senior Tang's victory!"

The thousands of students in the spectator stands were filled with excitement, many shouting uncontrollably.

The teachers on the high platform nodded slightly, inwardly acknowledging Tang Yao's strength.

Tang Yao exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly sheathed her saber.

"Five more to go. My True Qi is still quite abundant, no problem..."

The moment she thought this, a strong sense of unease and vigilance suddenly surged within her.

Her heart began to race, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Tang Yao instinctively drew her saber again and looked gravely in the direction of the dust-filled area ahead.

Through the swirling dust and mist, a pair of scorching, fierce golden eyes suddenly appeared, as dazzling as burning flames.

Immediately afterward, an indescribable, powerful oppressive aura surged towards her like a tide.

Tang Yao felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on her, rendering her almost immobile.

At the same time, an extremely cold voice, devoid of any emotion, entered her ears.

"Is this what you call taking it seriously?"

It was the distinctive voice of the young man in the black shirt, but it carried an unprecedented casualness.

It was as if he were saying, "I actually had high expectations for you, but I didn't expect you to be so useless."

The words struck Tang Yao's heart like a sharp sword.

But before anger could surface, her spine suddenly went cold, and an inexplicable fear washed over her.

Ahead, the dust and smoke scattered.

Ye Li's figure slowly walked out from within.

His hair fluttered, his back was straight, and his tattered black shirt billowed in the wind.

Black hair, golden eyes, radiating arrogance.

"Putting on a show!"

Tang Yao's eyes sharpened. She gripped her saber tightly, her powerful Second-Tier Level Six aura radiating without reservation.

She sensed a dangerous aura emanating from Ye Li.

"..."

Ye Li's expression was calm, his posture unhurried as he advanced.

Under countless astonished gazes.

The Blood Essence within him churned like a boiling cauldron, and his powerful aura swept through the entire venue, unhindered!

After activating [Golden Soul Revival], physical strength will increase by about 300%.

This is an all-around improvement, not just a simple increase in punching power.

It was as if he had activated a Super Saiyan mode. Ye Li's body was filled with an unprecedented sense of power, and the flesh and blood pierced by the sword qi healed instantly.

He casually pulled out the spear stuck in the ground, then his figure flashed out, arriving in front of Tang Yao in a single breath, attacking from behind.

Ye Li gripped the spear tightly, the muscles on his back bulging like living creatures, resembling a grinning ghoul's face.

With a casual thrust of the spear, Tang Yao's face changed drastically. She quickly brought her saber horizontally in front of her and let out a soft cry.

A phantom image of a greatsword appeared above her.

Ye Li's expression was blank. Dragon scales appeared on his spear, and he powerfully smashed it onto the phantom image!

BOOM!!--

Ye Li exerted a little force, and a terrifying power erupted from the spear. The phantom image of the greatsword that had just appeared on Tang Yao's body shattered on the spot, and the saber blocking her front let out a mournful cry.

Tang Yao's body trembled as she retreated backward. A grave expression appeared on her delicate face, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Her arms had gone numb, and even lifting them now was difficult!

With just one blow, she had lost more than half of her combat strength.

Such terrifying power, was this really a Third-Tier martial artist with extraordinary talent unleashing a secret technique?!

What should I do?

What should I do?!

He didn't give her any time to think. Ye Li's figure had already appeared before her.

Tang Yao's pupils constricted. She desperately raised her saber.

The next second, the dark spear swept down heavily.

CLANG!--

The Golden Dragon Saber, which had accompanied her for countless nights, let out a piercing wail under this blow and broke in two.

The sweeping spear smashed heavily into her abdomen, and several ribs snapped with a crack.

Tang Yao felt as if she had collided with a speeding truck. Her internal organs trembled and were squeezed, feeling like they were about to split apart from the immense pain!

Her mind went almost completely blank.

"Ugh..."

In a daze, she felt herself being sent flying and crashing to the ground. Painful groans escaped her rosy lips uncontrollably as she curled up on the ground.

Her usual proud and composed demeanor was completely gone.

The young girl's beautiful and delicate face was contorted in pain. She coughed up blood continuously, tears welling up in her eyes, and the broken saber slipped from her grasp.

Under such terrifying force, her swordsmanship, honed through years of arduous practice, and her powerful Second-Tier Level Six cultivation seemed so fragile and laughable.

Her previous pride and confidence had become a joke, and her boasted talent was crushed under the opponent's feet!

An indescribable sense of defeat surged from the bottom of her heart.

Why was a martial artist who had just entered Second-Tier so outrageously strong?!

Tang Yao's face was pale. She tried her best to steady her breathing, struggling to get up from the ground.

Just as she was about to stand up, a pair of Martial Arts Shoes slowly stepped on her face.

Her delicate, fair face deformed slightly under the shoe.

Tang Yao's heart turned to ash, and tears of humiliation gradually welled up in her eyes.

The immense shame and anger almost drowned her, yet at this moment, she found it difficult even to move a finger.

She was completely powerless to resist, only able to look at the other person with eyes still wet with tears, filled with unwillingness.

"Senior Tang!"

Some students in the spectator stands saw this scene and cried out with heartache.

Their Senior Tang, whom they had never dared to even speak to before, was now being so recklessly trampled by this Ye Li!

How excessive! How arrogant!

This filled their hearts with anger, and their fists clenched.

But when Ye Li looked up and swept his gaze over them, they felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively shut their mouths.

"Tang Yao, forgive my bluntness."

Just as Tang Yao was feeling utterly humiliated, Ye Li's voice came from above.

Following his voice was a sharp, black spear. The tip first stopped on her heaving chest.

Then it slowly moved upward and gently tapped her swollen face.

The young man in the black shirt had a calm expression, his golden eyes burning with majesty, yet his voice held a hint of mockery:

"You're just trash."

Tang Yao's heart suddenly tightened.

PS: As a new author, all I can do is promise not to write anything that disgusts readers and to honestly write my own satisfying story.