Chapter 23

Many people who were paying attention to this side felt as if their glasses had fallen to the ground. Ma Ying was a top-five inner disciple, with extremely formidable strength. Since the competition began, he had been charging forward without any obstacles.

But no one expected that Ye Xiwén had been hiding his true strength, which was enough to rival the top five inner disciples.

Ye Xiwén finally unleashed his Full Thunderhand, the rumbling thunder echoing throughout the venue.

"Three claps!"

"Four claps!"

"Five claps!"

"Six claps!"

Ye Xiwén directly reached six claps, his speed extremely fast, almost creating afterimages.

"Haha, you actually dare to use your hands to resist my hammer, truly courting death! Watch me break both your hands!" Ma Ying laughed ferociously, his two hammers descending like mountains, blocking all the space in front of Ye Xiwén, overwhelming him with sheer force.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded as Ye Xiwén's hands struck the two hammers, creating a massive wave of air.

Instantly, everyone was stunned. The scene they imagined, where Ye Xiwén's hands would be broken, did not happen. Instead, Ye Xiwén's hands broke through the hammers like bamboo splitting, shattering them as if they were made of paper.

The Iron-Backed Silver Ape had a body as strong as steel, impervious to blades and bullets, due to the special monkey wine it often drank. Over the past month, much of the monkey wine Ye Xiwén drank had been used to strengthen his body.

Ye Xiwén's strength had reached the level of nineteen tigers, while Ma Ying's was only that of nine tigers. Ma Ying tried to overwhelm Ye Xiwén with sheer force, but he didn't realize that Ye Xiwén's strength far exceeded his own.

"Thunder and Wind!" Ye Xiwén broke through Ma Ying's hammers and struck his robust body with a palm.

"Bang!" Ma Ying was sent flying before he could react.

"Stop!" A loud voice suddenly came from the sky.

Ye Xiwén ignored it, his feet bursting with true qi as he stepped in the Heavenly Immortal Step, instantly chasing after Ma Ying. His hands moved like shadows, a flurry of palm strikes aimed at the still flying Ma Ying.

"Lightning and Thunder!"

"Ghostly Thunder Axe!"

"Ground Thunder!"

"Boom!" Ma Ying's massive figure crashed to the ground, his bones shattered, his entire body in ruins. Most importantly, Ye Xiwén had directly shattered Ma Ying's qi sea, the foundation of a martial artist's cultivation and the storage place for true qi. With his qi sea destroyed, even if Ma Ying survived, he would be completely crippled and unable to continue cultivating.

Ye Xiwén knew that such a despicable person would never stop seeking revenge, but in public, he couldn't kill Ma Ying. By destroying his qi sea, he eliminated the future threat.

"Ye Xiwén, how dare you! Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?" At this moment, a figure descended from the sky, entering the venue. It was an elder in black robes, his eyes glaring at Ye Xiwén.

Ye Xiwén knew from memory that this black-robed elder was Wang Jian, the head of the Punishment Hall of the One Origin Sect, responsible for punishment within the sect. Ordinary disciples were quite afraid of Wang Jian, and most importantly, Wang Jian and Ye Kongming had a deep-seated grudge that had accumulated over a long time.

"Publicly harming a fellow disciple, do you have any sense of camaraderie? Do you have any respect for the rules of the One Origin Sect? Allowing someone like you to grow is a disaster for our sect!" Wang Jian immediately put a series of accusations on Ye Xiwén.

"Harmed a fellow disciple, what a big accusation! Are you trying to make everyone blind? It was Ma Ying who tried to kill me first. I was just defending myself!" Ye Xiwén retorted without hesitation. Since Ye Kongming and Wang Jian were already at odds, they were already enemies, and Wang Jian was clearly looking for trouble.

"What a sharp-tongued brat!" Wang Jian glared at Ye Xiwén coldly. "You say you were defending yourself, but you injured a fellow disciple so severely! Moreover, Ma Ying is a genius of the One Origin Sect. Wasting a genius of our sect is an even greater crime!"

"Does that mean the one defending themselves must always be the one being bullied and cannot fight back? What kind of logic is that!" Ye Xiwén countered. "Besides, is he even a genius? He couldn't even block one of my moves. He's just a waste. No matter how many resources the sect uses to cultivate him, it's a waste. It's better to stop now!"

"I was just defending myself. The right and wrong of this matter will be judged by everyone. You can't cover up the sky with one hand!" Ye Xiwén said.

"Hmph, I am the head of the Punishment Hall, and all punishments within the sect are under my control. You harmed a fellow disciple, and the evidence is clear. Don't even think of denying it!" Wang Jian didn't care about the details, the terrifying aura of a Xiantian realm expert instantly bursting forth. A large hand extended, grabbing at Ye Xiwén, turning into a claw that aimed for his shoulder. If it caught him, Ye Xiwén would likely be dislocated on the spot.

How vicious!

Ye Xiwén immediately stepped back, using the Heavenly Immortal Step to retreat, but Wang Jian relentlessly pursued him, his claw almost tearing the air apart, terrifyingly powerful.

"Roar!" Ye Xiwén shouted, cornered, with Wang Jian's terrifying aura firmly locking onto him.

"Clang!" A metallic sound rang out as Ye Xiwén instantly drew his long saber, unleashing a New Moon Slash.

Instantly, nine saber shadows appeared in the sky, fiercely chopping down on Wang Jian, incredibly fast, incorporating some of the Full Thunderhand's secrets, making it extremely swift.

The nine saber shadows, with their overwhelming aura, sealed off all of Wang Jian's space, unstoppable.

Everyone around was stunned, not expecting Ye Xiwén's saber to be so terrifying. This was Ye Xiwén's true strength. Only now did everyone realize that even when he had sent Ma Ying flying with one move earlier, Ye Xiwén hadn't used his full strength. This time, cornered, he truly unleashed his terrifying power.

The fierce saber wind blew wildly, cutting into everyone's skin painfully.

"How is this possible!" A hint of shock flashed in Wang Jian's eyes. He didn't expect Ye Xiwén to be able to slash with such a saber technique.

Wang Jian immediately took several steps, his figure like lightning, instantly retreating from the range of Ye Xiwén's saber shadows, dodging the attack.

Just as he was about to continue his attack, another loud voice came from the sky: "Old man, don't hurt my son!"

A large hand descended from the sky, heading towards Wang Jian, forming a several-meter-wide qi palm that covered down.

Wang Jian extended his hands to meet it.

"Boom!" A terrifying wave of qi spread over a dozen meters, the air evaporating, pushing many disciples back step by step.

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