Chapter 70

"Wh... What!!"

Seeing the terrifying Yunyang Chain break so easily in Yun Che's hands, everyone was stunned, and Yan Ming's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How... How is this possible? This is one of the Yunyang Sect's ultimate techniques! The fire chain formed by mystic energy is even hotter than real flames and has a powerful devouring nature. How could it break just from touching Yun Che's hand!" the elder of the New Moon Mystic Mansion exclaimed in shock.

The Yunyang Sect was even more shocked. The chief elder, Yan Zizai, suddenly stood up, almost thinking there was something wrong with his eyes. The disciple beside him quickly said, "Elder, there's no need to panic. After all, Junior Brother Yan Ming has only reached the third level of the Mystic Realm. Controlling the Yunyang Chain is still a bit challenging for him, so his mystic energy must have run out, causing it to break."

"Hmph! Using a technique he can't control just to show off, it's simply laughable!" Yan Zizai sneered. Given the current situation, this was the only explanation he could think of. There was no way he could believe that Yun Che, who was only at the first level of the Mystic Realm, could break the Yunyang Chain with his bare hands and remain unscathed.

Yun Che clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Brother Yan Ming, you really put on a great show. Your skills just now, tsk tsk, you should have gone to the street to perform, it would have been a waste otherwise."

"This... This is impossible!" Yan Ming was horrified. Others might not have noticed, but he was very clear that the Yunyang Chain he had just released and controlled was quite successful. It should have been more than enough to burn Yun Che's hand to a crisp. There was no way it should have broken suddenly.

Yun Che's mockery made Yan Ming furious. He said with a dark face, "Don't get too cocky! Just now, I was just testing you casually. I'll show you the true Yunyang Chain of the Yunyang Sect right away!"

Though he spoke harshly, the "failure" from before made him somewhat less confident. He no longer dared to use both hands to control the Yunyang Chain. With a low shout, he swung his right palm, and a thick fire chain shot out from his palm, like a writhing fire snake, coiling towards Yun Che.

This time, Yun Che didn't even move. The Yunyang Chain quickly approached and instantly wrapped around his body... Yan Ming was delighted and was about to detonate the mystic energy, but suddenly saw the Yunyang Chain, which had wrapped around Yun Che, break into several pieces like a rotten rope and then extinguish.

Yun Che was already angry. He patted the clothes that the Yunyang Chain had touched and said angrily, "We're here to spar, but you're performing a circus act! You're wasting everyone's time! I'll make you roll down early!"

With a low shout, Yun Che used the Star God Shadow technique, instantly appearing on Yan Ming's right side, and delivered a punch to his face with mystic energy. Yan Ming, who had just seen the Yunyang Chain break again, was already in a state of panic. His reaction was slow, and he couldn't block in time, so he could only retreat. However, Yun Che's punch still hit him squarely in the chest.

Yan Ming's protective mystic energy was agitated. Although Yun Che's mystic energy was two levels lower than his, the sudden and heavy blow still hurt. He was both ashamed and angry and roared, "Burning Fire Fist!" He condensed fire in both fists and smashed them towards Yun Che.

Yun Che slightly sidestepped, avoiding Yan Ming's burning fists, then suddenly raised his right hand and pressed it on Yan Ming's right arm, a slight sneer on his lips...

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A pig-like scream echoed in the hall. Yan Ming, who had just used the Burning Fire Fist, fell to his knees, frantically shaking his hands. The flames on his hands had disappeared, but black smoke was rising from his fingers, and a pungent smell of burnt flesh gradually spread throughout the hall.

Yan Zizai was shocked and quickly rushed to Yan Ming, grabbing his hands and quickly guiding the mystic energy that had seeped into his hands out.

Yan Ming's expression of pain finally eased, but his hands were already scorched and blackened, his fingers twisted in a frightening manner, and black smoke still slowly rose from his burned flesh.

"Allowing the mystic energy to backfire on yourself! Have you been practicing on a dog these past few years?!" Yan Zizai, ignoring the setting, glared at Yan Ming and roared. As a disciple of the Yunyang Sect with talent ranking in the top five among the young generation, Yan Ming had first seen the Yunyang Chain break twice and then made such a low-level and ridiculous mistake in public, completely disgracing the Yunyang Sect.

Mystic fire techniques allow mystic practitioners to condense fire with their mystic energy, but this does not mean they are immune to fire. For example, when Yan Ming condensed fire in his hand, there was a layer of mystic energy between his hand and the fire to protect himself.

Yan Ming's awkward state after using the Burning Fire Fist clearly indicated that he had not controlled his mystic energy well in a hurry, causing the condensed fire to not fully release outward. Part of it formed the flames on his hands, while the other part exploded inside his palm, burning himself! Such a mistake usually only occurs in the first half-year of practicing mystic fire techniques, when the fire is weak and even if a mistake occurs, it won't cause much damage. After some time, controlling fire with mystic energy becomes as natural as controlling one's own limbs, and such a ridiculous mistake should not happen.

Of course, Yan Zizai could never imagine that Yun Che had, in the instant he touched his arm, guided the fire on Yan Ming's hand into his palm. Even if Yun Che were to say this openly, Yan Zizai would never believe it.

"Elder, I..."

"Shut up, are you not ashamed enough! Go down and treat your injuries!" Yan Zizai shouted angrily.

Yan Ming obediently closed his mouth and walked back with his burned hands hanging down. He glanced at Yun Che and clenched his teeth... Intuitively, he felt that the breaking of the Yunyang Chain and the mystic fire backfiring might have something to do with Yun Che. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a mistake. But if it were related to Yun Che, he couldn't find any reason. Yun Che was only at the first level of the Mystic Realm, so how could he possibly break the Yunyang Chain with his bare hands, let alone make the mystic fire backfire?

"Hmph, this kid, his luck isn't bad. He actually met such a fool. I thought he would soon pay for his arrogance," the middle-aged man from the Xiao Sect sneered.

"He won't get past the next one," Xiao Luocheng said with a faint smile.

The elders and disciples of the New Moon Mystic Mansion also breathed a sigh of relief. They had thought Yun Che would surely suffer a crushing defeat and possibly be burned, but unexpectedly, the opponent made a low-level mistake in the sect's mystic technique, and Yun Che won. Thus, Yun Che, with only the first level of the Mystic Realm, had consecutively defeated a second-level and a third-level practitioner!

This was definitely a proud achievement that made the New Moon Mystic Mansion proud.

Yun Che crossed his arms, his slightly childish face filled with pride: "Two down, who's next for the third?"

This arrogant tone made the disciples of the seven sects sneer. This ignorant fool couldn't see that he only won because Yan Ming made a low-level mistake and burned himself?

Just as Yun Che's figure landed, the youngest-looking disciple from the Fengyun Mystic Mansion's seat stood up.

"Feng Guangyi! Disciple of the Fengyun Mystic Mansion, sixteen years old!" This young man was not tall, unremarkable in appearance, and only sixteen years old. However, he had the natural arrogance of someone who had been praised by many since the age of sixteen. He looked at Yun Che with disdain and said coldly, "I wouldn't have acted, as you're not worthy to be my opponent. But I can't stand your arrogant face. Just because you luckily defeated a second-rate practitioner and a joke from the Yunyang Sect, you think you're someone? In my eyes, you're just a joke!"

"Speak well! Make him roll down!"

"Do you think we in the seven sects have no one?"

"Indeed, Feng Guangyi, though just sixteen, has been at the third level of the Mystic Realm for several months and is said to be about to break through to the fourth level. His talent is definitely superior to Yan Ming. It's said that his comprehension is extremely high, and he has already cultivated the sect's mystic technique 'Fengyun Piaokong Jue' to the third level, even shocking the Grand Elder who has been in seclusion for many years... I guess this arrogant Yun Che won't last ten moves against him."

"Ten moves? Ha, you're too generous. He'll roll down in five moves at most!"

Feng Guangyi's sarcasm was quite harsh, but Yun Che wasn't angry at all. He returned his gaze and tone with even more sarcasm: "We'll see who the joke is soon."

"Hmph!" Feng Guangyi sneered, "If I don't make you roll down in ten moves, I won't be called Feng Guangyi!"

As he spoke, Feng Guangyi's half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide, and his clothes began to flutter as if blown by a strong wind... and indeed, a powerful wind vortex formed around his body.

Feng Guangyi lifted his eyes and said coldly, "Yun Che, remember well, the mystic technique that will make you roll down from here is the 'Fengyun Jiubian' of the Fengyun Mystic Mansion!"

As he spoke, Feng Guangyi's body rushed forward like a gale, moving at high speed and constantly changing direction, left and right, and getting faster and faster, leaving a large area of indistinguishable shadows and terrifying wind vortices in front of Yun Che.

"First transformation... Gale Transformation!"

With a loud shout, four powerful mystic energies, like four gales, simultaneously attacked Yun Che. Yun Che frowned, his figure darted, dodging three of them, but the fourth was unavoidable. Mystic energy quickly surged, and he built a powerful barrier in front of him.

Bang!!

Yun Che retreated three steps, his chest churning with blood. Using the first-level Mystic Realm's protective mystic energy to resist the third-level Mystic Realm's mystic energy was indeed too much. One time was manageable, but if it happened again, he would definitely be injured.

"Second transformation... Wind Shadow Transformation!"

The wind vortex spun even faster and more violently. Yun Che's ears were filled with the howling wind, and Feng Guangyi's speed was at its peak. Yun Che was surrounded by Feng Guangyi's shadows. At this moment, a figure behind him rushed towards his back like a storm... and Yun Che also turned around almost simultaneously.

Yun Che's quick reaction greatly surprised Feng Guangyi, but he was only slightly surprised. He believed that even if Yun Che reacted, he wouldn't have time to dodge under his extreme speed and the attack from behind. He delivered a heavy punch, aiming for Yun Che's neck.

At the moment Yun Che turned around, he also burst out with his right fist, meeting Feng Guangyi's punch head-on.

"What! Is he crazy! He actually wants to clash with Feng Guangyi head-on!"

"If he had used mystic energy to fully protect himself, he might not have been seriously injured. Feng Guangyi is at the late third level of the Mystic Realm! He, at the first level, dares to clash head-on? It's sheer arrogance!"

Seeing this, everyone in the hall knew Yun Che was truly finished. If he were to clash, his wrist dislocation would be the least of his worries; he might even be broken. Feng Guangyi's punch not only had the power of two levels higher but also the powerful mystic technique of the Fengyun Mystic Mansion!

But, how could Yun Che be so arrogant and boastful without any basis!

At the moment his fist was about to collide with Feng Guangyi's, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. In his mystic meridians, the seven gates arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, which had always been closed, the first one quietly opened...

The Seven Real