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Wang Yi swung his fists to block, moving in a way that was impenetrable. No matter how fierce Xiao Lin's attacks were, he could not break through.
After a while, Xiao Lin was panting heavily, sweating profusely. Seeing that he could not make any progress after a long time of attacking, he was about to retreat when he suddenly heard Wang Yi say, "It should come to an end."
Xiao Lin was puzzled and suddenly felt a powerful punch wind that directly neutralized his offensive. A punch landed on his chest, and with the sound, his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Xiao Shixiong, thank you." Wang Yi smiled slightly and cupped his fists in greeting.
"Thank you." Xiao Lin was not a foolish person; after thinking for a moment, he realized that Wang Yi had shown mercy. He then stood up and cupped his fists, saying, "Brother Wang, the Inner Sect is different from the Outer Sect; everything is based on strength."
"Is there such a thing?" Wang Yi asked in surprise. Seeing Xiao Lin nodding, he realized that what he said was true.
Xiao Lin continued, "Brother Wang is an Inner Sect Disciple of this generation, right?" When Wang Yi nodded, he continued, "After becoming an Inner Sect Disciple, you can go to the Inner Sect Library and freely choose three types of Martial Arts."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi exclaimed with a bitter smile on his face; he had been fooled by Zhou Deyu.
Then Elder Yuan switched the Wooden Plaques of the two. Thus, Wang Yi achieved victory in the first battle and took the first step in the ranking of Yubi.
Wang Yi walked under the Yubi and took a Wooden Plaque from the forty-nine rows, handing it to Elder Yuan.
"Do you want to continue challenging?" Elder Yuan squinted his eyes and asked Wang Yi.
Wang Yi nodded and said, "Thank you, Elder Yuan."
Elder Yuan nodded and instructed someone to summon Inner Sect Disciple Chen Yan from the Wooden Plaque.
"Brother Wang, don't you need to take a break?" Xiao Linqi asked. Normally, after battling with Wang Yi, one would have consumed quite a bit of Vital Energy and stamina, so why was he challenging again?
"The energy today is good; such opportunities are rare!" Wang Yi replied with a slight smile.
After a while, Inner Sect Disciple Chen Yan arrived. He was a tall young man, about seven feet in height, with an honest-looking face and at the third level of the Earth Spirit Realm.
"Is this junior brother going to challenge me?" Chen Yan asked.
"Brother Chen, please," Wang Yi said straightforwardly without any hesitation.
"Please," Chen Yan waved his hand.
On the Arena, some people were surprised to see Wang Yi again and stopped to watch.
Chen Yan shouted loudly, his figure leaping forward towards Wang Yi. He struck out with a palm aimed at Wang Yi's chest, creating a slight whooshing sound as his clothes billowed and rustled. Wang Yi remained calm; this level of strength could be defeated with a single move. However, he didn't want to attract too much attention. He also struck out with a palm, directly meeting Chen Yan's hand. The two forces collided with a hissing sound, as if the air itself had been shattered.
Chen Yan snorted coldly, his right foot spinning lightly as he executed a hook kick aimed at Wang Yi's leg. Wang Yi smiled calmly and stepped forward with his left foot. A pained cry escaped Chen Yan's lips as he fell to the ground, clutching his right leg in agony, sweat beading on his forehead and his face contorted in pain.
"Thank you for your guidance," Wang Yi said with cupped fists.
"This... Brother Wang, you are truly impressive," Xiao Lin said as he looked at Wang Yi coming down from the stage.
Wang Yi smiled faintly and replied, "It was just luck."
"So, do you still want to continue challenging?" Elder Yuan asked in surprise when he saw Wang Yi take another Wooden Plaque after exchanging them with the two fighters.
"Thank you, Elder Yuan," Wang Yi nodded.
"Go call Wang Heng." Elder Yuan looked Wang Yi up and down, as if trying to remember him, and gestured with his hand.
After a while, a young disciple in yellow robes approached, with a broad forehead, around twenty years old, at the third level of the Earth Spirit Realm.
"I pay my respects to Elder Yuan," Wang Heng said respectfully.
"Brother Wang, please," Wang Yi replied.
Elder Yuan watched Wang Yi walk up to the Arena and said, "This generation of disciples is extraordinary!" He then directly went to watch from below the Arena where Wang Yi was.
"Wang Shidi, please," Wang Heng waved his hand.
Wang Yi smiled lightly, his figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Wang Heng. The latter was taken aback, realizing that this person was not weak in strength, and hurriedly swung his fist to defend.
With a clash of fists, a sound like drums and gongs erupted. Wang Heng was shocked and immediately unleashed his strongest martial arts skills he had learned throughout his life, but he still could not withstand Wang Yi in the slightest.
In the blink of an eye, after two exchanges, Wang Yi smiled lightly and threw a seemingly ordinary punch. Wang Heng felt no different from before as he directly blocked it. However, with a loud bang, his expression changed drastically as an unmatched fist force surged into his body. Everything before him blurred, and he was sent flying out.
"Thank you for your guidance," Wang Yi cupped his fists toward Wang Heng.
Wang Dang!
He Shi!
He Cheng!
Time slowly passed, and Wang Yi challenged the Inner Sect Disciples ranked ahead of him one by one. The number of disciples around the Arena increased, and the discussions grew louder.
"Who is this person? He is continuously challenging several people without a break; he is truly strong!"
"Hahaha, this is Wang Yi, Brother Wang. He is the talented disciple who was able to defeat Zhao Shanyu."
"A rising talent indeed!" Elder Yuan murmured as he watched Wang Yi, who was currently "being gracious" in his demeanor.
By midday, the sun blazed fiercely, and the air was dry and hot. However, the disciples gathered in the Arena where Wang Yi was located showed no signs of dwindling; instead, more and more continued to arrive.
Chen Dong!
Qian Xiao!
Sun Qiang!
Several hours passed, and Wang Yi had risen from rank five hundred four to three hundred ninety-seven. Each disciple could not last more than three moves against him, which was also intentional on Wang Yi's part.
In less than a short time, the name "Wang Yi" spread among the crowd and became widely known, something he had not anticipated.
At that moment, Niu Meng and others also learned about Wang Yi's feat of defeating ten disciples and arrived at the Arena.
"Bastard! Big brother, go for it!" Niu Meng shouted.
Before his words could finish, with a thud, this person was kicked in the chest by Wang Yi and fell to the ground.
"Graciously accepted," Wang Yi said with a smile as he clasped his fists.
Hiss!
The disciples who had been watching since early morning almost simultaneously gasped and exclaimed, "That's already the twelfth one."
"Indeed, Brother Wang is incredibly strong; he defeated each opponent in less than three moves."
"I think Brother Wang hasn't even used his full strength; otherwise, these people wouldn't be able to withstand even a single move."
"Hahaha, big brother, keep it up!" Niu Meng immediately gave the descending Wang Yi a bear hug and laughed.
"Brother Wang, it's true that one should treat others with new respect after being apart for three days!" Chu Yixuan said with a gentle smile. However, he was surprised; if that were the case, he could also do it, but defeating twelve opponents continuously like Wang Yi was quite challenging unless he absorbed Yuan Stone to replenish his consumed Vital Energy. Yet, upon coming down, it was clear that Wang Yi hadn't stopped to recover his Vital Energy with Yuan Stone.
Thinking of this, Chu Yixuan looked at Wang Yi with a hint of astonishment.
"Chu Yixuan, you flatter me; I was merely lucky," Wang Yi replied.
Chu Yixuan smiled; if luck could be considered strength, then Wang Yi was indeed formidable.
The competition continued, and Wang Yi still defeated his opponents in no more than three moves, never exceeding one move.
As the sun set and the birds returned to the mountains, the first round came to an end. However, everyone appeared unsatisfied and began to discuss among themselves.
"Brother Wang is amazing! I wonder if he can defeat fifteen people in a row like today."
"I think that's unlikely. The higher the ranking, the stronger the opponent. It would be impossible for Brother Wang to defeat fifteen people in a row again tomorrow."
"Hmph, I think Brother Wang hasn't given it his all yet; he definitely can."
As soon as he came down, Wang Yi's powerful strength had unknowingly conquered many people from the bottom of their hearts, some of whom had even begun to see him as their own goal to strive for.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi couldn't help but smile.
The next day, when the first rays of the rising sun broke through the clouds and fell upon the world, the area around the Arena was already surrounded by Inner Sect Disciples. Some disciples who had been defeated by Wang Yi were unwilling to accept their loss and hoped that in the next match, Wang Yi would be defeated.
After yesterday's battle, Wang Yi's ranking had directly risen from five hundred and one to three hundred and fifty, a terrifying speed that broke the challenge record since the establishment of Kaiyang Sect.
Inner Sect Disciple, Lin Kong, Earth Spirit Realm Fourth Layer.
"Lin Shixiong, please." Wang Yi cupped his fists in greeting.
"Then I won't hold back, Wang Shidi. Take this!" Lin Kong already knew that Wang Yi's strength was formidable and dared not show any signs of negligence.
Before his words fell, he shot forward like lightning, his right fist aimed straight at Wang Yi's forehead, with Fist Force surging and wind howling.
Whoosh!
Wang Yi lightly leaned aside and dodged this punch. Lin Kong's pupils constricted as he lightly tapped his left foot and swept out his right leg, creating a fierce whirlwind. With a loud sound, Wang Yi hooked his right foot upward to block this kick, smiling calmly as he quickly retreated.
"That's the third move; Lin Kong is about to lose," several people shouted from below.
Before their words could finish, there was a loud thud as Lin Kong was sent flying backward.
"Thank you for your guidance," Wang Yi said nonchalantly.
"Hahaha, I bet Brother Wang will defeat the enemy in three moves."
At the same time, on another Arena, a figure in white stood on the stage, having also achieved victory. Dressed in white as snow, with a face like frost, he exuded a chilling aura that seemed to warn others to stay away. His striking White Brows were exceptionally noticeable; this person was none other than Bai Mei Jin Qinghan.
"Big brother, well done!" Niu Meng laughed heartily as he slapped Wang Yi on the shoulder.
"Elder Yuan, thank you for your efforts," Wang Yi replied with a calm smile, cupping his fists towards Elder Yuan.
"Indeed, indeed. This scene is something I haven't seen in many years. Even Iron Curtain back in the day only challenged thirteen opponents," Elder Yuan nodded with a smile, indicating for the chosen challengers to come forward against Wang Yi.
"Hmph, you've only defeated some insignificant characters. Does Elder Yuan really need to praise you so highly?" At that moment, a figure in purple approached Wang Yi. He was tall and fit, with a fair complexion and jade ornaments at his waist, exuding an air of nobility. His voice was filled with arrogance and disdain.
"Brother Zhao?" Wang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of intrigue flashing in them.
"Wang Shidi, it's not that I'm criticizing you. Although you've achieved such results in no time at all, you must not become arrogant. Remember the principle that pride comes before a fall," Zhao Shanyu adopted an elder's demeanor, appearing to educate Wang Yi.
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