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"Wang Yi." Liu Ba looked Wang Yi up and down and smiled, saying, "Kid, you're quite impressive."
Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then walked down from the stage.
"Brother Wang has made it into the top three."
"Yeah, this competition is much more exciting than before, and Brother Wang's palm technique is quite strange; it can actually slow down speed."
Hearing this, Wang Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that using Transforming Cloud Palm to achieve remarkable results would not be easy in the future.
"Jin Qinghan, Yuan Cheng," Liu Ba said.
Jin Qinghan's speed in drawing his sword was incredibly fast; even with Yuan Cheng's Sixfold strength, he couldn't withstand it and was defeated.
Thus, the top three of this competition were Iron Curtain, Wang Yi, and Jin Qinghan.
No one expected that among the top three in this competition, there would be two new disciples with very low cultivation levels—one at the fourth level of Yuan Realm and the other at the third level of Yuan Realm. Jin Qinghan had already broken through yesterday, making him stronger than before.
A new era had arrived.
The peak moment of the competition was upon them, and everyone's emotions were excited and hard to contain as they turned to watch.
"Now you three will draw lots for numbers one, two, and three," Yang Kaihe cleared his throat and said. "The one who draws number one can advance directly. The second and third numbers will determine who takes third place, and then the winner will compete with number one for first place."
"The drawing starts now; who will go first?" Yang Kaihe glanced over and took in the expressions of all three.
"I'll go," Wang Yi said after looking around. Iron Curtain was known as the top talent of the Inner Sect and would not lower himself to compete with two new disciples. As for Jin Qinghan's cold personality, expecting him to take the initiative was like a dream.
Wang Yi took a slip of paper from the box, followed closely by Jin Qinghan, with Iron Curtain drawing last.
Gently unfolding the slip of paper, Wang Yi's expression froze as he suddenly heard Yang Kaihe ask, "Which of you three drew number one?"
Iron Curtain and Jin Qinghan exchanged glances and both looked toward Wang Yi.
"Grand Elder, I drew number one," Wang Yi said calmly.
"Alright, the drawing is over," Yang Kaihe said. "This competition will be divided into two parts. Today, Iron Curtain and Jin Qinghan will compete against each other. The winner will advance to the next round to compete for first place, while the loser will take third place."
Wang Yi and the others nodded in agreement. This way, the winner could also quickly recover their Vital Energy.
"Iron Curtain, Jin Qinghan, take the stage," Yang Kaihe instructed.
Wang Yi glanced at the two standing on the Arena before retracting his gaze and walking out of the Martial Arts Plaza.
"Wang brother, you..." Chu Yixuan asked in confusion.
"No matter who wins between the two of them, I will face a tough battle, so I’ll head back to rest for a while," Wang Yi replied with a calm smile.
Chu Yixuan remained indifferent.
Niu Meng opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately held back.
Before long, Wang Yi left the Martial Arts Plaza and went to the back mountain. He searched around and sat cross-legged on the ground, focusing his mind and entering a state of comprehension.
Iron Curtain was a Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm martial artist and the first in Kaiyang Sect, with a reputation that was frighteningly high. The Martial Arts he practiced were naturally advanced Martial Arts, far surpassing those of other martial artists at the same level. Wang Yi thought that if he wanted to compete with him, he could only rely on Cloud Manipulation Palm.
If Iron Curtain were just an ordinary Seventh Layer Martial Artist, Wang Yi would not be afraid. However, his talent was extraordinary and his strength formidable; someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Lin Wanfeng was undoubtedly powerful. Therefore, Wang Yi decided to immerse himself once again in comprehending Cloud Manipulation Palm to enhance its Stagnation Force, Suction, and solidity.
Three marvelous powers combined into one were terrifying to think about.
Sunlight filtered through the intermingled dense branches and leaves, casting down upon the forest. Lin Feng suddenly rose, scattering the sunlight gathered among the leaves.
Time slowly passed. Wang Yi remained expressionless as Lin Feng blew past his ears, resembling an old monk deep in meditation. The techniques of Cloud Manipulation Palm flashed repeatedly in his mind—over and over again—while comprehension felt tedious and frustrating; yet Wang Yi was deeply engrossed in it, unable to extricate himself.
The shadow of a palm obscuring the sun appeared in his mind, shattering and reassembling time after time.
Stagnation Force, Suction, solidity—these three profound powers were executed by Wang Yi in his mind with exceptional skill, flowing seamlessly without any hesitation.
As Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes, a fiery cloud appeared at the edge of the horizon, casting a red hue over the white clouds.
"Jin Shixiong." Wang Yi's gaze swept around and suddenly stopped under a tree, where a white figure appeared before him. The tall figure resembled a snow-white sword, yet concealed a sharp edge.
"Iron Curtain's leg techniques are impressive; you need to be cautious," Jin Qinghan said lightly.
Wang Yi nodded, knowing in his heart the outcome of the match.
The next day.
At the Arena.
"Iron Senior Brother, please." Wang Yi said calmly, cupping his hands in respect.
The sound of rushing wind filled his ears, stirring up a cloud of dust, and the air seemed to thicken with a heavy atmosphere.
Iron Curtain, dressed in purple, stood tall with an elegant face that subtly revealed a determined aura. Even as the gentle breeze brushed against him, it was clear he was a person with an extremely resolute mind.
"Since that's the case, I won't hold back." Iron Curtain smiled brightly, leaping into the air like an arrow released from a bow, shooting towards Wang Yi.
Wang Yi was momentarily stunned; he had expected Iron Curtain to be courteous first. To his surprise, Iron Curtain charged straight at him. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Wang Yi, his fist glowing white as it came crashing down. With a loud thud, a shockwave erupted, and the fabric of their clothes whipped violently in the air. Utilizing the force of his dive, Iron Curtain's punch was powerful and heavy as a mountain, striking Wang Yi's fist with the hardness of steel.
With two more resounding impacts, Wang Yi suddenly felt a gust of wind at his lower body. Glancing sideways, he saw Iron Curtain's right leg curling up like a hook, coming straight for him. Iron Curtain laughed heartily and quickly crouched down, extending his right fist to sweep across like an army charging forward. Startled, Wang Yi leaped into the air, spinning his right foot to kick towards Iron Curtain.
"!!!"
Iron Curtain was also taken aback; he hadn't expected Wang Yi to evade despite his own speed. A sense of seriousness arose in his heart. It seemed that both Jin Qinghan and Wang Yi were not simple characters. If he were to lose now, how would he face himself? As the first disciple of Kaiyang Sect, he would fall from grace like yesterday’s flowers. Moreover, he still had to defeat Lin Wanfeng.
No!
Absolutely not!
With these thoughts in mind, Iron Curtain refused to allow himself to be defeated.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
The right leg swept quickly, creating a loud sound as the air was explosively kicked apart, the explosive noise ringing continuously. As the dance reached a critical point, a shadow of legs swept across the ground.
Wang Yi's body spun in mid-air, blocking Iron Curtain's attack. However, after a moment, he felt his legs weighed down like thousands of pounds. He then used the rebound force to fly backward and landed on the ground. For a moment, his legs felt somewhat sore and numb. It seemed that Jin Qinghan had done well; Iron Curtain was extremely skilled in leg techniques and had already made some progress.
"Wang Yi, you are indeed impressive," Iron Curtain said loudly.
"Iron Senior Brother is overpraising me," Wang Yi replied calmly.
"However, if this is all your strength and you are defeated by me, it would only be a matter of time. So you should show your true strength and let us fight to our heart's content," Iron Curtain said.
"What? So Brother Wang hasn't used his full strength yet."
"Truly frightening. But judging by just now, Brother Wang has been on the defensive. It seems defeating Iron Senior Brother is impossible."
"Indeed, Brother Wang and Iron Senior Brother are far apart in realm; it is only natural that he cannot compete with Iron Senior Brother."
At the elder's seat.
"When two tigers fight, one must be injured. These two are evenly matched; it is truly difficult to determine a winner in a short time," Elder Yuan said.
"I never expected that Wang Yi could contend with Iron Curtain at just the fourth level; he is remarkable," Xiao Renyi said with slight astonishment.
"That may be so, but the gap in their realms is hard to bridge. Over time, as his Vital Energy depletes, defeat is inevitable," Li Jianren said.
The other elders also debated among themselves, speculating who would win between Wang Yi and Iron Curtain.
"Fight!"
Wang Yi's eyes burned with fighting spirit as his left palm swept out directly toward Iron Curtain's chest. Instantly, countless palm shadows surged forth like a tide; the air exploded as numerous palm shadows overlapped and converged together, remaining completely still in the wind as if they were substantial and indelible.
Iron Curtain's lips curled into a slight smile as his right leg hooked and spun, instantly sending out a white leg shadow that broke through the air. With a series of loud bangs, all of Wang Yi's palm shadows were instantly obliterated. Then, with one step forward, the ground erupted in dust as Iron Curtain's body shot upward like lightning. His right foot kicked up into the air, launching a massive Azure Light Palm aimed at Wang Yi's chin, accompanied by roaring winds and continuous sound explosions.
Azure Light Palm was about the size of a few feet, crashing down fiercely like a vast blue cloud or a mountain, with unmatched momentum.
"Don't think you're the only one who knows leg techniques?" Wang Yi snorted coldly, suddenly spinning rapidly and shooting up into the air with a whoosh.
A low shout escaped Wang Yi's mouth as his right leg swept across the air, creating a cylindrical shadow of his leg that broke through the void. With a loud crack, it seemed as if the air had been split in two; the colorless leg shadow was unparalleled, tearing through the atmosphere with an overwhelming force.
"Rumbling!"
The moment Azure Light Palm and the cylindrical leg shadow collided, they exploded with a deafening sound, like a bomb detonating right next to one’s ear. The invisible Vital Energy spread out, and the gentle breeze abruptly ceased, creating a vacuum zone within a radius of over ten feet.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The two figures immediately separated and appeared on the stage.
"So you also practice leg techniques. However, with just that, you will surely lose to me." Iron Curtain observed Wang Yi's pale face and glanced around at the crowd below, exuding an imposing presence that seemed to declare to everyone that he, Iron Curtain, was still the top disciple of Kaiyang Sect, and no one could defeat him.
Wang Yi remained silent. Iron Curtain was right; first of all, he was not skilled in leg techniques, and secondly, this Split Leg was merely a Fourth-Rank Martial Technique. It was impossible to defeat Iron Curtain with just that.
It wasn't that Wang Yi was too weak; rather, his opponent was too strong. At just twenty-three years old, reaching the Seventh Layer of Yuan Realm, who would dare challenge him? In Xiangzhou Prefecture, there were few who could rival him. Coupled with the title of being the top disciple of Kaiyang Sect, it made others tremble at the thought and discouraged any desire to compete.
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