Chapter 84

"Break—"

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Ye Zhong, with icy-cold eyes, let out a fierce cry. At the same moment, his right arm, which was tightly clenched, carried the power of the Six Dao Asura Sword Seal. His punch landed on the golden lotus.

In an instant, before anyone could react, an extremely terrifying force erupted, directly shattering the golden lotus!

This unexpected scene made all the experts present catch their breath, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Did Ye Zhong actually break the spirit technique of Fuyang with one punch?

"Crack—"

As if responding to everyone's doubts, the sound of the golden lotus cracking echoed. Ye Zhong's figure directly broke through the golden lotus, his punch carrying an extremely fierce momentum, heading straight for where Fuyang stood.

The terrifying physical strength surged forward like a tangible force. Even Fuyang, who had practiced the Star Image Body Tempering Technique, felt a piercing pain. In that instant, his eyes were exceptionally grave; Ye Zhong's punch had already made him feel threatened!

"Scram—"

Fuyang suddenly threw his silver spear, and a golden lotus reappeared on the spear. The terrifying power instantly reached its peak.

"Clang—"

The spear and the punch collided head-on. In an instant, an indescribable violent shock wave spread out from the point of impact, and cracks like spider webs rapidly spread across the ground.

"Rip—"

At the point of contact between the spear and the punch, a series of fierce forces, like prehistoric beasts, continuously overflowed, eroding towards Ye Zhong's punch. Clearly, Fuyang was preparing to defeat Ye Zhong with the most powerful means.

"Little Junior Brother Ye Zhong, you've only been in our Star Image Sect for a short time. Let me tell you, the Star Image Body Tempering Technique of our sect is an extremely terrifying body tempering spirit technique!" Fuyang, seeing Ye Zhong at a disadvantage under his suppression, sneered.

"It's just a body tempering spirit technique!"

Ye Zhong suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. He clenched his fist again, and this time, the Six Dao Burial Sword Technique inside his body was running wildly. The whistling sword intent gathered at the tip of his fist, surging out with his punch.

"Boom—"

Ye Zhong's right arm punched out again, the nearly uncontrollable power pouring out in an indescribably terrifying manner. At this moment, the previously somewhat blurry sixth Asura Sword Seal instantly solidified.

"Crack—"

Under the stunned gaze of many Star Image Sect disciples, as the sixth Asura Sword Seal solidified, cracks rapidly appeared on the golden lotus Fuyang had punched out. As the cracks expanded, the golden lotus exploded in front of the shocked eyes of the crowd.

"Bang—"

At the same time the golden lotus exploded, Ye Zhong's punch, without any reservation, instantly landed on Fuyang's chest and abdomen.

"Spit—"

The terrifying force instantly poured out, Fuyang's chest caved in, and his body was thrown back like a cannonball. He only stopped when he hit a large tree, and then his face turned pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, at the entrance of the Star Image Sect, including the disciples coming and going, everyone fell silent. They looked at each other, and finally, they all drew a deep breath.

Did Ye Zhong really break Fuyang's spirit technique?

As fellow Star Image Sect disciples, they all knew how difficult it was to enter the third floor of the Spirit Technique Pavilion in the sect. Even if one entered, the number of mid-grade spirit techniques was limited, and ordinary people could hardly obtain them.

But now... Fuyang, who had obtained a mid-grade spirit technique, was defeated by Ye Zhong with one punch?

Looking at Ye Zhong, who did not continue to press his advantage, everyone knew that this sparring match had a clear winner.

The Asura Sword Seal on Ye Zhong's fist slowly moved and finally turned into nothing, which he crushed with his hand. During the battle, he had forcibly activated the sixth sword seal, increasing his attack power several times. Otherwise, he wouldn't have won so easily.

If this were not the Star Image Sect, Ye Zhong would have taken the opportunity to deliver a killing blow. Unfortunately, in the Star Image Sect, such decisive and ruthless means could not be used so openly.

However, even so, it was enough.

His gaze fell on Fuyang, whose face was as pale as paper. Ye Zhong smiled, bowed, and said softly, "Senior Brother Fuyang, I thank you for your forbearance!"

A look of unwillingness appeared in Fuyang's eyes, and he seemed to want to make another move. However, as he stood up, he clutched his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood. Clearly, his injuries were more severe than he had imagined.

Fuyang was defeated.

Seeing Fuyang spit out another mouthful of blood, the atmosphere around them became completely silent. All the Star Image Sect disciples were filled with shock. This outcome was completely unexpected.

Although Fuyang's strength was not top-tier in the inner sect, he was already quite well-known. Therefore, when this outcome appeared, many people felt a bit incredulous. If it weren't for the fact that it happened right before their eyes, many would have refused to believe it.

"Tsk tsk, it seems this legendary Ye family waste is not so simple..."

"I heard he killed Mo Fanlong in the先天圣殿 (先天圣殿 translates to '先天' meaning 'innate' or 'natural' and '圣殿' meaning 'holy hall' or 'sacred hall'. In this context, it likely refers to a sacred place or hall where innate abilities are tested or recognized. For a more natural translation, we can use 'Innate Holy Hall'.) Innate Holy Hall. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be true!"

"It looks like we have another remarkable figure in the inner sect?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Senior Brother Fuyang ranks 87th in the inner sect, and Junior Brother Ye Zhong ranks 108th. After this battle, Junior Brother Ye Zhong should replace Senior Brother Fuyang's ranking, right?"

"Will this matter end so easily today?"

After a flurry of whispers, the gazes of many Star Image Sect disciples fell back on Ye Zhong. Their eyes were filled with extreme gravity. The strength Ye Zhong had shown was enough to make them take him seriously.

Fuyang's expression changed for a moment before he finally sighed. He had already used all his means, but he never expected to be overturned by Ye Zhong at the last critical moment! Moreover, he vaguely sensed that although they were both at the fifth level of body tempering, Ye Zhong's physical strength was clearly much stronger. Clearly, the body tempering spirit technique Ye Zhong practiced was not weaker than the Star Image Body Tempering Technique.

"Is it the legendary Innate Cleansing Marrow Technique?" Fuyang looked at Ye Zhong with a hint of wariness. After a moment, he bowed and said, "Junior Brother Ye Zhong, I admire you. With your strength, I have no words to say about accompanying Senior Sister Lingyue on the mission."

With that, Fuyang turned to leave.

"Senior Brother Fuyang."

Ye Zhong's voice rang out, though calm, it made many people feel a chill down their spines.

"Perhaps, I can't let you go just yet, Junior Brother." A faint smile appeared on Ye Zhong's face. "According to our agreement, if you can't withstand my ten moves, I will break one of your arms... Now, it's not even five moves, right?"

"What!?"

"This guy!"

Hearing Ye Zhong's words, all the Star Image Sect disciples present understood that this matter would not end easily today.

If Ye Zhong had not mentioned this, the matter would have been over. As for the previous bet, no one would have taken it seriously. But now, Ye Zhong had specifically brought it up, clearly not intending to ignore the bet.

The agreement to break an arm.

Thinking of this, many people's gazes fell on Fuyang's arm, their eyes twitching slightly.

Their gazes quickly returned to Ye Zhong, filled with wariness.

"Junior Brother Ye Zhong, we have already admitted defeat. When you can spare someone, do so. Don't be too excessive!" Fuyang had not spoken, but the few Star Image Sect disciples who had come with him glared at Ye Zhong and said. Although Ye Zhong's skills were not weak, they did not believe that they, being in greater numbers, would fear a single Ye Zhong.

"Slap—"

Ye Zhong's figure flashed out like lightning. Before the one who spoke could react, he slapped him across the face, knocking him out cold, and then sneered, "What are you? Do you have the right to call me 'Junior Brother'? What makes you think you have the right to tell me to spare you?"

"You—"

The man who was slapped was furious.

"Bang—"

"Crack—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Zhong turned and delivered a kick to his face. This time, the man was thrown to the ground, unconscious without even a groan.

After this action, Ye Zhong coldly scanned the other few who wanted to attack. His gaze made them all feel their legs go weak.

Joking, the strength of the man who was kicked unconscious by Ye Zhong was on par with theirs. If they attacked now, wouldn't they be courting death?

"Ye Zhong, do you really want to break my arm?" Fuyang's eyes were cold, and he clutched his chest, speaking with a hoarse voice.

"Senior Brother Fuyang." Ye Zhong smiled, his smile warm like the sun, but to the surrounding Star Image Sect disciples, it was like the smile of a demon.

"Senior Brother, if I had lost today, would you have let me go? Probably, my arm would already be yours, right?"

"So, let's not waste time with meaningless talk," Ye Zhong smiled. "We only need to consider one thing: will Senior Brother do it himself, or will Junior Brother do it for you?"