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The Autumn Wind blew through the Deep Forest, the cold breeze lifting a handful of yellow leaves, as if wanting to dye the air yellow.
Wang Yi let out a low growl, his body taking on the stance of a dragon horse, with Cui Gu Vital Energy surging in his fists. This opponent was at the Fivefold level, far beyond an ordinary martial artist, so he dared not show any signs of slackness and brought forth all his strength.
"Make your move," the Pale-Faced Youth said with a low voice, thinking to himself that Wang Yi was merely a Threefold martial artist, while he was indeed a Fivefold Martial Artist, far surpassing him by two levels. If he struck first, wouldn’t it be a joke for others?
"Well then, I won’t hold back." Wang Yi was not one to be coy; he stepped forward confidently and threw a punch. This punch seemed plain, but the power contained within it was twice as strong as before. Both the Injured Boy and Tall Youth turned pale, realizing that Wang Yi had not yet exerted his full strength.
"Come at me."
The Pale-Faced Youth was no fool; he recognized the power of this punch and did not underestimate his opponent. With a loud shout, he lightly tapped his toes against the ground, leaping into the air amidst the shattered yellow leaves. His fist was fierce and unmatched, instantly creating a faint sound of air being sliced through.
The two fists suddenly collided, producing a sound like metal clashing. Waves of invisible Vital Energy surged from the point of impact, lifting the surrounding yellow leaves into a furious dance.
"Ha!" The Pale-Faced Youth's expression changed slightly; it seemed his predictions were correct. Wang Yi indeed had extraordinary abilities, worthy of being among the top ten in the grand competition.
This scene fell into Wang Zhou's eyes, causing his expression to turn ugly. He hadn’t expected that Wang Yi, at the Threefold level, could withstand a Fivefold Martial Artist so forcefully. He thought to himself that everyone knew Niu Meng was skilled, but he hadn’t anticipated that Wang Yi was no ordinary talent; it seemed many had misjudged him.
The wind from Wang Yi's punch brushed past his cheek, lifting strands of hair at his temples. The cold wind felt like a sharp knife slicing across his face.
Wang Yi focused intently, tilting his head slightly as he raised his fist to strike at the Pale-Faced Youth's abdomen. The Pale-Faced Youth smiled as if he had anticipated this; with a swift motion of his left hand, he blocked Wang Yi's punch.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two exchanged blows at an incredibly fast pace. Among the onlookers, only Wang Zhou could see clearly; the others were oblivious to the danger within and were simply tense, not missing any details.
"Dang!"
The Pale-Faced Youth shouted loudly as he leaped into the air, performing an arc-like maneuver. He resembled a dragon emerging from the sea, and throughout this leap, his momentum continuously soared higher, enveloping Wang Yi in endless Vital Energy.
Wang Yi's expression changed suddenly, feeling as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff with no way to escape, surrounded by the attack positions of this person, leaving him with no trace to follow.
"Pushing Cloud Palm."
A deep voice came from Wang Yi's mouth as his fists transformed into palms, moving at an incredible speed, like a startled swan in the air, flowing like water and making it hard to grasp.
His palms lightly brushed through the air, and immediately the flow of air slowed down, as if filled with lead. The marvelous effect of Pushing Cloud Palm was revealed, causing the Pale-Faced Youth's offensive to slow down.
"Heart, this is Pushing Cloud Palm." Wang Zhou recognized the power of this palm at a glance and loudly reminded the Pale-Faced Youth.
Since Wang Yi used Pushing Cloud Palm and Transforming Cloud Palm to cut through the competition and reach the top ten, almost everyone knew about Wang Yi's two great skills.
The Pale-Faced Youth was no exception; he was aware of the strange effect of Pushing Cloud Palm that could gradually slow down an opponent's movement speed. Therefore, he immediately shouted fiercely, his eyes revealing a fierce light, and his body accelerated by three points.
"Boom."
The rumbling sound echoed in Wang Zhou and the others' ears like a thunderclap, as if the air itself had shattered under the terrifying noise.
The Pale-Faced Youth and Wang Yi both groaned simultaneously, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
"Step."
The immense force exploded, causing both to stagger back. Wang Yi wiped the blood from his mouth and fixed his piercing gaze on the Pale-Faced Youth. The latter's already pale face turned even whiter after this blow, draining nearly half of his Vital Energy, leaving him devoid of any color. A cold wind swept past Lin Feng, seemingly taking away the blood from his face as well.
"Senior brother, are you okay!"
"Senior brother didn't win?"
"Good." A triple martial artist facing a Fivefold Martial Artist ended in a draw, making the Pale-Faced Youth feel utterly humiliated. Anger ignited within him, and his pale face flushed with a hint of red amidst the fury.
With a swish, the Pale-Faced Youth flipped his palm, and the Chiyang Blade appeared in his hand.
Wang Yi did not dare to be careless; his expression was extremely focused as he gathered Vital Energy continuously in his palms. He knew that the opponent's Vital Energy had been mostly consumed, and this was likely the last strike.
"Refining Fire."
A loud shout suddenly rang out as the Pale-Faced Youth leaped into the air, wielding the Chiyang Blade and swinging it down with a force akin to Mount Tai pressing down on Wang Yi. The fierce Blade Qi energy surged forth, terrifying to the extreme. This strike was the culmination of all the Pale-Faced Youth's strength; no Fivefold Martial Artist would dare to underestimate it. The saying "if you don't succeed, you perish" was exemplified here.
"Hah!" Wang Yi did not dare to hesitate. With a loud shout, he rapidly spread his palms apart, sweeping through the air like two clouds, elusive and unpredictable. The airflow around him immediately converged around his body, forming a massive vortex of air. Within three meters around him, grass and trees were uprooted, and flying sand and stones were swept away; anything that touched the rapidly spinning vortex was reduced to ashes.
Both of them unleashed their most ferocious attacks. The terrifying Vital Energy exceeded Wang Zhou's expectations, causing his body to continuously retreat.
"Bang bang."
As two loud sounds erupted from the vortex, two muffled groans followed. In the astonished gaze of Wang Zhou and others, a figure was sent flying out of the vortex, tracing a tragic arc through the air, leaving a trail of blood behind.
"Senior Brother."
Tall Youth and Injured Boy saw that it was the Pale-Faced Youth; shock was written all over their faces.
The Pale-Faced Youth lay on the ground with a pale face, clearly unconscious. His clothes were tattered, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Cough cough cough." As the dust settled, Wang Yi's hunched figure appeared before Wang Zhou. He was not in good shape either; a noticeable streak of blood marked his shoulder, staining his white clothing red. His face was as pale as paper.
"Let's go." Wang Zhou's expression fluctuated between dark and light; after a long silence, he shouted with an ugly face.
The chilly Autumn Wind blew against Wang Yi, feeling refreshingly cool. Although the wound on his shoulder looked gruesome and terrifying, it was not serious. He believed that under the miraculous effect of the Mysterious Pearl, he would recover overnight. The reason for his exhaustion was simply that all his Vital Energy had been completely consumed. After taking several Qi Gathering Pills, some color returned to his face. After resting briefly, Wang Yi walked out of the Deep Forest...
In late autumn, it was already difficult to see the moon. Wang Yi sat cross-legged on the bed without moving, resembling an old monk in meditation or an ancient well without ripples—silent in the deep autumn night.
At this moment, he was comprehending the Third-Rank Martial Arts, Binding Dragon Hand. He had already gained considerable insight into Binding Dragon Hand and believed that once he mastered it, he would have another trump card.
Time flew by, and a month quickly passed.
“Big Brother, you… have reached Transcendence Level Six,” Niu Meng said in surprise.
“Just managed to break through by chance yesterday,” Wang Yi replied with a smile.
After a month, Wang Yi had finally restored his original realm, and his strength was naturally greater than before.
With the three bottles of Qi Gathering Pill given by Niu Meng, along with the two bottles he already had, he successfully reached Transcendence Level Six.
The drop in realm had solidified his foundation even more, making his power more substantial. Now, Wang Yi could contend with martial artists at the Eighth Layer and could defeat ordinary Ninth Layer martial artists. However, if he encountered those who practiced profound Martial Arts, the outcome was uncertain.
During this time, Niu Meng had also not been idle; he was now at the Transcendence Seventh Layer Peak and could break through to the Eighth Layer at any moment.
“Haha, I knew you would be fine, Big Brother,” Niu Meng said as he slapped Wang Yi on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
“By the way, what’s up?” Wang Yi asked.
“Well, Brother Chu has decided to take us back into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range,” Niu Meng said excitedly. “I heard that the requirements for advancing to Inner Sect Disciple are very strict, and many disciples failed in previous years. So Brother Chu wants us to train again to enhance our practical abilities.”
“Let’s go.” Wang Yi thought that since his strength had been restored, it wouldn’t hurt to train in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
“That’s great!” Niu Meng was overjoyed when he heard Wang Yi agree to go.
Mountain Base.
“Transcendence Level Six, congratulations Wang Shidi,” Chu Yixuan said as he gazed at Wang Yi. His laughter was like a spring breeze, making one feel warm even in late autumn.
"Brother Chu, you flatter me." Wang Yi glanced over, seeing a group of more than ten riders, all Elite Disciples, each looking spirited and full of vitality. It seemed these individuals were all disciples serving Chu Yixuan.
"Alright, everyone is here. Let's set off. I hope we can reach our destination before dark," Chu Yixuan said as he mounted his horse and waved his hand.
The horses ridden by the group were all tall and strong, with powerful limbs that seemed to fly as they ran.
The Cloud Mist Mountain Range is located three hundred miles outside the Kaiyang Sect. It is a mountain range stretching for dozens of miles, filled with countless peaks that are steep and perilous. Ancient trees tower high, blocking out the sun, and fierce beasts roam freely, with occasional roars echoing from within the mountains.
The mountain range is rich in spiritual herbs, but they mostly grow in dangerous areas. However, this does not deter martial artists; although the beasts are fierce, they cannot stop the martial artists' greed. This has led to the emergence of a small town at the foot of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
This town is not a proper city because it has no walls or soldiers guarding it; it is an unmanaged place and thus lacks even a simple name.
The town is not large—Zongheng has two streets, less than three miles east to west—but it boasts countless shops and dozens of inns, filled with thousands of martial artists. Wang Yi felt that the bustling scene here was comparable to Deer City.
As dusk fell, the cold evening wind swept through the streets, stirring up thin layers of dust and making the number of martial artists walking on the streets few and far between.
"It’s getting late. Let’s stay here for the night and enter the mountains tomorrow," Chu Yixuan called out, glancing around before pulling on the reins to turn back.
No one had any objections; only Niu Meng muttered under his breath, "Damn it, this wind and sand are too much."
"Niu Meng, it's always like this here. You'll get used to it. Are you saying a big man like you can't handle it better than a woman?" Lin Chao teased him.
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