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The place where the two started was about Hundred Zhang far away from Leng Bo Feng. Ye Tian made two sweeps, and in the blink of an eye, they had already covered one-third of the distance. As the dust gradually dissipated and the distance shortened, the situation in the field came into view clearly. At this moment, Leng Bo Feng is carefully looking at Cold Wu and Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti who are standing on his left and right sides respectively. His chest is rising and falling violently, but there are no obvious wounds on his body. He must have suffered internal injuries. . And if you look carefully, Leng Bo Feng has veins popping up on his forehead and his face is pale. It is estimated that the internal injuries are very serious and have affected his breathing. The situation on the field is very critical, but if you want to get there, you have to rush in at least four times. The time of four rushes is not long, and you should be able to get there before Cold Wu takes action. From the corner of his eye, Windwalker Young Master's speed has stabilized and he is half a foot away from Ye Tian. "Young Master Ye If we don't work harder, Leng Bo Feng may be difficult." Windwalker Young Master spoke calmly. Now that the fighting spirit is rising, provoking each other in the competition seems very normal. "Catch me first and then talk!" Ye Tian said coldly, Windwalker Young Master has no malice, nor does he have any malice, just to stimulate the opponent's potential. "Hoho, it only takes an instant to pass you, but now is not the time." Windwalker Young Master answered very confidently. Ye Tian stopped talking after hearing this. He understood what the former meant by timing. He must be planning to use the wind and add his own Martial Origin Power to accelerate when he takes the last breath. It is indeed very possible to surpass Ye Tian in one fell swoop. Although Windwalker Young Master has previously promised to help Ye Tian no matter he wins or loses, Ye Tian does not want to accept help from others as a loser. He not only wants Fan Fenglin to help, but also him Sincerely help. "I have to find a way to break his clever ability to use the wind to accelerate." Ye Tian looked back at Windwalker Young Master and thought to himself. "Ho ho, Young Master Ye, again, as fast as you are, I am as fast as you are, so you will definitely lose." Windwalker Young Master is still confident and calm. Ye Tian Hearing this, he didn't answer. The first thing he thought of was to slow down and travel. In this way, the wind would slow down and the acceleration effect of the wind would also be greatly weakened. However, this idea was rejected by him almost instantly, because although this was a competition, there were things that were ten thousand times more important than the competition. If he slowed down, Leng Bo Feng would probably die. When the first method didn't work, the second method came to mind. This time he decided to do the opposite. Not only did he accelerate, but he also accelerated continuously. When he accelerated for the last time, he swept in the opposite direction and let the wind turn and cause stagnation. , when the time comes, he should be able to shake off Windwalker Young Master in one fell swoop. Due to time constraints, Ye Tian didn't have much time to think about it in detail. When I thought of this, I felt that this method was feasible and started to implement it. I saw him take a deep breath, and then Martial Origin Power and spiritual power were activated at the same time. Yuqi Tayan Jue received the full support of Ye Tian and flew nearly thirty feet away in the blink of an eye. . This method consumes a lot of energy, but the speed does increase a lot. Because he had taken enough breath before, Ye Tian did not take a breath this time. He had to rush forward three times in one go.
Ye Tian moved quickly, and Windwalker Young Master naturally kept pace, closely following behind Ye Tian with a smile, calmly regulating his breath.
Whoosh!
A strong wind swept by, and after a brief pause, Ye Tian surged forward again, with Windwalker Young Master still leveraging the wind to stay right behind him.
This was the second surge, and Ye Tian was already feeling a bit dizzy due to the rapid pace and lack of oxygen from not taking a breath.
However, he gritted his teeth and persevered. Even after the second surge, he still did not take a breath. Although breathing could be accomplished with just a deep inhale, in the aerial competition, every second counted.
Whoosh!
The third surge commenced once more. By this time, Ye Tian felt as if his head were splitting; his mind buzzed, his speed decreased, and his vision became somewhat blurred.
“Young Master Ye, this competition isn’t about risking your life; you don’t need to push yourself like this. I’ve said that regardless of winning or losing, I will assist you,” Windwalker Young Master quickly spoke up upon seeing this. His words were not meant to provoke but came from genuine concern. As someone who also practiced Skyward Martial Arts, he understood the potential consequences of not breathing during rapid advances—mild dizziness at best, or worse, risking a lung injury.
Hearing this, Ye Tian felt a surge of warmth in his heart but remained silent; speaking would only weaken his resolve.
The third surge had reached its limit. Seeing that Ye Tian was determined to continue without taking a breath, Windwalker Young Master ceased his persuasion. This was now his opportunity to overtake; he just needed to wait for Ye Tian to exert himself again. He planned to combine the wind's momentum with Martial Origin Power to surpass Ye Tian in one swift move.
“Hah.” Ye Tian finally paused to catch his breath and gave Windwalker Young Master a mysterious smile.
Windwalker Young Master was puzzled by this reaction, but by the time he realized what was happening, his body was already being pushed in the opposite direction. This occurred because Ye Tian's fourth surge was in reverse.
“Are you trying to deceive me?” Windwalker Young Master struggled to control his body against the force of the wind. However, Point Water Without Trace had already been activated. By the time he regained control, Ye Tian had already darted away. Although there was still some wind assistance, it was minimal for Windwalker Young Master.
Ye Tian heard Windwalker Young Master's words but did not respond because Cold Wu had already initiated their movement and would soon be able to end Leng Bo Feng's life with a single strike. Therefore, he needed to maintain his breath and push forward toward his destination.
Whoosh!
The sound of rushing wind echoed twice simultaneously—one sound came from Cold Wu's palm strike, while the other came from Ye Tian halting his advance.
Bang!
Then came a loud crash as the Bagua Thunder Palm struck Cold Wu's palm. The two hands met, and both retreated five paces.
Steadying himself, Cold Wu's arm trembled as he looked at Ye Tian in astonishment, unable to speak. Having long since left the Cold Family, his impression of Ye Tian was still that of an Eighth-Dan Warrior. What did an Eighth-Dan Warrior mean to him? He could be dealt with using just one hand, effortlessly...
However, that last palm strike, although they both retreated, Ye Tian quickly regained his footing and stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had not been affected at all. In contrast, Cold Wu felt a tingling in his arm, a sharp pain tearing through his palm and traveling up to his shoulder.
"You..."
"What about me?" Cold Wu had just opened his mouth after a long period of shock when Ye Tian interrupted him with a teasing remark.
"You..."
"What about me?" Ye Tian interrupted again.
"You son of a..."
"You son of a!" Ye Tian struck again, azure light flaring up as the Thunder Palm targeted Cold Wu's left arm.
Cold Weapon Noodles changed color dramatically; he never expected Ye Tian could immediately strike again. In a panic, he swung his arm to block, channeling Martial Origin Power to its peak. After a muffled sound, he was pushed back more than ten paces while Ye Tian stood firm.
"You've already reached Three-Stage Martial Mastery?!" Cold Wu did not know that Ye Tian possessed spiritual power, so he mistakenly believed that Ye Tian had achieved the strength of a Three-Stage Martial Artist. After stabilizing himself once more, he quickly asked. Meanwhile, he calculated in his heart; the numbness and pain in his arm were several times stronger than before. If he took another hit, it would likely leave him in dire straits.
Ye Tian had initially wanted to interrupt Cold Wu's words but was surprised that this guy had become clever. That last sentence was spoken so quickly that it gave Ye Tian no chance.
"What's wrong? Happy for me?" Ye Tian laughed. At the same time, he carefully observed Cold Wu's arm. Based on the latter's expression and the state of his arm, Ye Tian understood that if he delivered another palm strike, Cold Wu would suffer severe damage to his arm and experience a significant drop in strength shortly thereafter. This was precisely why he targeted Cold Wu's arm earlier; he could suppress Cold Wu purely by surprise. In reality, while it was possible to kill Cold Wu based on true strength, it would require considerable effort. Therefore, under these circumstances, Ye Tian decided to weaken his strength first and deal with Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti later.
Just as Ye Tian was speaking, a gust of wind suddenly rushed from behind him. Ye Tiantong's pupils contracted; it was clear that Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti was attempting a sneak attack.
"Xiao Tian, be careful!"
"Brother Two, quickly stop!"
Leng Bo Feng's reminder and Windwalker Fan Fenglin's advice rang out together, but were instantly drowned out by the thunderous sound of Thunder Palm.
Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti retreated ten paces. Thanks to Ye Tian's timely reaction, the former did not succeed in his ambush. Ye Tian, however, retreated about seventeen or eighteen paces, and due to the hasty response, he naturally fell into a disadvantageous position.
After stabilizing his stance, Ye Tian looked at Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti, his gaze showing a hint of seriousness. Previously, although Ye Tian knew that Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti was skilled in cunning schemes, he had not taken him seriously. However, after this ambush, Ye Tian couldn't help but regard him with more caution.
This was because Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti had chosen a very insidious moment to strike; he attacked just as Ye Tian said the word "high" in "happy for me." By the time he reached behind Ye Tian, the sentence had just finished. When someone finishes speaking, they usually look at the other person's reaction, and he seized this opportunity.
What he did not expect was that Ye Tian had actually reached the late stage of Second-Stage Martial Artist. It was already fortunate that he did not suffer a backlash from that palm strike; to push Ye Tian back was even more unexpected.
Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti was different from Cold Wu; he had suspected since the time of Black Wind Stronghold that Ye Tian possessed spiritual power. Therefore, he accurately assessed Ye Tian's strength as being at the late stage of Second-Stage Martial Artist without a doubt. However, it was precisely because he discovered Ye Tian's true strength that he was so astonished. The last time they faced off, Ye Tian had just broken through to Martial Mastery, and now in less than ten days, he had already reached the late stage of Second-Stage Martial Artist. This speed was simply monstrous.
After a brief moment of shock, Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti's mind began to rapidly analyze the current situation: "I am definitely no match for Ye Tian. Cold Wu is brave but lacks strategy and has a narrow mind; teaming up with Cold Wu against Ye Tian is not a wise choice either. His arm is already injured, and when it comes to fighting, he will surely prioritize his own safety. If he tries to escape, he probably won't be faster than Ye Tian's Yuqi Tayan Jue. Fan Fenglin owes Ye Tian a favor; what should I do... Right! Kill Leng Bo Feng! Since I can't escape, I might as well take one down!"
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